Call Me By My Name

The following day someone had barged into my room ahead of the servants.

"Yo Zack, you're still sleeping at this hour... wake up."

I opened my eyes and saw my father standing there, smiling broadly, his body quite muscular in his office shirt.

"Dad," I called out to him, and he threw me a baseball which I caught well with my hand.

"Your mum is still sleeping; how about we play catch with your dad for a while."

"No, I have to go to school."

"Just a minute."

Because my father insisted I finally obeyed his words, outside the house courtyard, I took turns sending the ball from time to time.

"How's school?"

I catch. "As usual, nothing interesting."

I threw. "Hahahaha, that's what it looks like... being a genius isn't easy."

I catch. "Then, is there someone you like?"

"I think there is; maybe there isn't."

"What answer is that? It's so confusing."

I threw the ball until I heard another voice. "You two are making out in the yard, and I'm so jealous."