The Bad Boy's Son

1.

 Alright so I decided to stop my other story for a while...I'm just not feelin it. This one I really like though. It's hopefully not much of a main-stream 'bad boy' story. I've decided that if enough people like this, that I'll have a whole series of stories like this one. "The bad boys...." Whatever. 

Yeah so now I'm boring you...go ahead and read. (:

 -Dillon-

I woke up to the sound of my dad's voice. He was talking way too loud for this time of day.  I groaned and shoved my head under my pillow. I could still hear it though, even all the way upstairs. He was on the phone, and he didn't sound very happy. 

I forced myself up and rubbed my eyes, looking over at the clock near the TV.

7:45

I sighed and laid my head back down, before jumping up again. "Shit!" I cursed, and got out of bed. I had five minutes to get to school; there was no way I would make it in time. I went through my things and put a random shirt on, along with some jeans. They probably weren't even clean, but who cares?

This was going to be the third time this week that I was late, and I knew my principle was going to chop my head off. He already didn't like me, and adding this to list wasn't going to help my case.

I ran downstairs and through the kitchen, where my dad mumbled a hello to me. I stopped for a second as I struggled to get my sneakers on while still brushing my teeth. I still have to have good breath, right?

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I questioned, pulling my toothbrush out of my mouth. 

My dad stopped what he was doing and turned to face me. "What?"

I glanced at the time again. "I have two minutes to get to school."

He just shrugged "Sorry kiddo, I thought it was Saturday." He said, and then went back to yelling at the person on the other end of the phone.

I rolled my eyes. Typical excuse. "It's Thursday, dad.." I started, but realized he wasn't listening to me. I turned and opened the back door, ready to run out, but I stopped and whipped back around towards him. "And don't call me kiddo." 

 **

I made it to school just in time...kind of. There was no one around the office, so I figured I could sneak past and get to my class without anyone noticing I was late. I was just about to do so when I heard a deep voice behind me.

"Dillon?"

I sighed and turned around on my heels to face him. "Good morning, Mr. Greene."

He crossed his arms, looking disappointed. "Why are you coming in so late, Mr. Cain?"

I almost winced at that last name. I had asked him numerous times to only call me by my first name, but of course he doesn't listen. "I'm only five minutes late sir."

He nodded, "Yes, and that's five minutes too many."

I sighed again and looked down at my sneakers, before meeting his gaze again. "Detention?"

He shook his head. "No, i'm sick of giving you detentions. It's not helping. Come with me." He turns around and walks towards his office. I roll my eyes and reluctantly follow him. I'll never understand why being late is such a big deal; It's not like i'm getting into fights everyday too.

I know exactly where he wants me to sit, I've been here enough times. I take a seat in one of the two across from his desk, and he sits in his own chair. I glance around the room a little before turning back to him.