The Physics of Fake Dating
Language: en
My mom eyed me with deep suspicion. "The neighbor’s kid, Tommy, goes to the exact same college as you. How come he isn’t heading back to campus a week early?" I rubbed my hands together, sweating bullets. "You’re going back early to see a boy, aren't you? Look, I’m not some old-fashioned prude. Here’s an extra three hundred bucks. Go have fun." I accepted the cash with profound gratitude. "You are so right, Mom. So right!" My mom completely bought it. On the Amtrak train back to campus, I pulled out my brand-new, untouched Physics 101 textbook and started frantically copying down…