Mr. Brad walked in. Chase and I tried not to look up. This was already awkward. I could sense it. I felt so bad for Chase having to deal with this right now, but I couldn’t tell by looking at his face. He was good at hiding his emotions.
“Brad, I think you already know Chase,” my mom says as she goes to grab the lasagna and places it on the table. I have already set the table for dinner, so Chase and I sit over a few worksheets at the counter.
“Hi, Mr. Brad,” Chase said and waved. I waved at him but ultimately tried to focus more on Chase. I wondered if my mom could sense the tension.
“Hey, you two, what are you working on?” He lifted his glasses a bit but stayed where he was near the table.
“Just science,” I replied. Chase wrote something else down on his worksheet. He was doing great. I was impressed with how quickly he had been picking this up. I knew he was smarter than he gave himself credit for.