Lucas Mabry wants it all.
He wants a girl, team captain, and the popularity that comes with it.
Unfortunately, the new girl wants nothing to do with him and he turns to the only person he thinks will help.
Nikki Young.
His worst enemy.
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Lucas
"He did what?!" My father shouts, hands gripping the desk tightly.
"I hit a geek." I place my hands behind my head, letting my body relax. Why do I have a feeling this won't end well?
Mrs. Heathers clears her throat, leaning back. "He beat up a classmate, sir. Mr. Mabry." Mrs. Heathers smiles nervously. Her eye is side glancing at me disapprovingly.
My father is a large man. He's tall, somewhat lean, and with a face that can make a baby or teenager cry. I know because I'm about to cry myself. My father hasn't been this angry since a couple of years ago. But I don't want to get into it right now.
"Why?" My father stands up, the force causing the chair to fall. "I've given you everything and you do this?!" He pulls at his hair, not bothering to hide his anger.
My heart rate increases and I find myself ready to duck and cover.
"Dad, he was a geek." Shut it, Mabry. "He had it coming."
"Mr. Mabry, I assure you we'll make sure he apologizes for it." Mrs. Heathers voice stutters. "I - I'm sure his classmate did something to anger him." Mrs. Heathers shakes her head at me, to stay quiet.
She's saving her tail. Losing funding would mean losing some clubs and classes, something the school needs.
"No." My father grips his chin, eyes wide with anger. "He's not going to apologize to that... that classmate." My father's nose flares with anger.
For a second, I feel like my father finally gets me. Until his next words send a strong feeling to my stomach.
"He did this for that stupid popularity that Logan wanted! I know it." My father slams his fist against the table, causing the pencil holder to fall to the ground. Mrs. Heathers picks it up with shaky hands. "If my son wants that so bad, than he can have it."
What?
He knew about this?
"Mr. Mabry - "
My father interrupts Mrs. Heathers, dark eyes making that strong feeling feel more like anger. "You have it, son. You have it all. The girls, fun, the popularity. But son, you'd be a fool to believe that's most important."
My hands turn into fists, the anger begging to be released. How dare he! He doesn't know crap about me! He thinks because he's home now that he knows me, but I'll show him!
He'll wish he KNEW me!
"Mrs. Heathers, what's his punishment?"
"What?" Mrs. Heathers blinks, mouth agape.
"His punishment. One day detention isn't enough." My father looks at the door, his feet moving toward the direction of it.
