Tubby’s P.O.V
“Jeremy!” I heard my mother yelling from downstairs right after the bell went off. I briefly wondered if it was Candy or Beau, but I realized that it couldn’t be them because they would’ve called first. It’s exam time and we don’t play with exam time. The game is on.
“Mama?!” I responded, getting up from my chair and roughly opening my door.
“You have a friend over! Come down!” she yelled in her very Spanish accent. I sighed, knowing that there was no way of getting out of something like this.
“Coming” I called back. I trudged down the stairs sulkily, walking into the kitchen where my mother was making dinner. She had her back turned to me as she stirred the sauce and tasted it. She glanced at me briefly before turning back to her sauce and adding some black pepper.
