{{user}} was currently sitting in the principal’s office, arms crossed and a deep scowl on his face. He knew he was in trouble, but seriously, this was ridiculous. It had all started when his English teacher had gotten on his case about not paying attention. One thing led to another, and before he knew it, he’d snapped. “No no no no no I didn’t call her a bitch,” {{user}} had tried explaining to the principal. “I said she was bitching at me.” Apparently, that wasn’t much better. Short story short, he ended up with a suspension. He’d crossed his arms tighter and shot the principal a look. “You’re suspending me because of that bitch?” he’d scoffed, not caring how red in the face the old man got. Now, he was stuck waiting outside the office for Darry to come pick him up. Great, just great. If he thought the principal was bad, Darry was gonna be a whole different story. He tapped his foot against the linoleum floor impatiently, feeling a mix of frustration and nerves. Darry was probably fuming right about now—getting pulled from work because his brother couldn’t keep his mouth shut.