The Princess of the Streets

Four - Issues

A/N: Honestly, I just wrote this for fun. I never really expected anybody to like it, but you guys are absolutely sweet and amazing. I really appreciate the feedback, and if you have anything you'd like to comment then please feel free. Also, I'm sort of just winging it and hoping it turns out, so sorry if it seems put together weird. Anyway, back to the story. 

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I bounded into the office without bothering to slow down. Mrs. Collins and Dad were having a tense conversation, but the volume level had gone down immensely. Both of their heads whipped in my direction. 

"Expel me if you have to. Do whatever you need to, really. I have no problems with it."

Dad looked at me like I was an idiot. "I already took care of it, Chase. There are some conditions, but you can handle it."

I shook my head so quickly it made my head hurt. "No, I can't."

Dad turned so his back faced Mrs. Collins. He gritted his teeth and gave me a look that said to shut up and sit down. Of course, I didn't do either of those things.

I searched the room for something breakable. A picture frame on the edge of the desk caught my eye. The sunshine hit it from the window so perfectly that it was almost asking me to break it. 

I crossed the room with my eyes locked on the target, but my dad was quick to connect the dots. The chair scraped across the floor and arms gripped me around the waist. 

I threw my head back and let out a frustrated growl. Perfect! There went the perfect opportunity to accomplish my mission and break something of Mrs. Collins' while I was at it. Of course, there was always later.

Dad roughly sat me in the chair I was in earlier and bent down so he was by my ear. "If you do anything  to get into trouble on purpose, I'm taking the Roadster." 

My eyes widened. "No," I whined like a toddler. Not my baby! That car was my pride and joy. My dad and all three of my uncles had bought me that car on my fifteenth birthday, and it was one of my favorite things in the world.

Dad sat back down in his chair and looked at Mrs. Collins like nothing had ever happened.

She cleared her throat and looked at us awkwardly. "Okay. Back to the conditions. Chase is going to have detention for the next two months, and I'm requiring her to take part in a couple sports teams. I looked at your middle school sports records, and it would be... beneficial,"  she said the word like it physically hurt her to say anything good about me, "to have you participate."  

"Gross," I mumbled. The only sports I liked were racing and fighting. Were those options?

"Sign her up for track and soccer. And basketball," Dad said quickly as if he had already thought it through.

"Dad, she said a couple!" I shouted. He had to be joking. I mean, was basketball even in season?

Mrs. Collins looked pleased. She quickly wrote it down on a yellow sticky note. "Anything else? We could always use volunteers to help out with kids' sports."

"Which sports?" he asked. 

I gasped. "Dad!" I twisted in my seat so that I was facing him. He just continued to ignore me. 

"Baseball and cheerleading." She was enjoying this. Of course she was. She loved to watch me suffer in any way possible.

"Neither! Don't pick either!"

"Sign her up for baseball. She needs to get out of the house more often," he said as if he didn't even hear me.

I let out an angry breath. "Dad, I'm going to kill myself, and then I'm going to kill you." I felt dizzy. Why was he doing this to me? I was going to have to spend more time than necessary at school of all places! Detention was manageable, but sports? I was not an athlete. I was the type to throw food at athletes as they passed me during lunch, and now I was going to be one.