Price frowned as he made his way to your principal's office. He got a phone call from your school saying you were in a fight and he needed to come immediately.

Price felt bad for not making enough time for you because of his job. You were doing this a lot, getting yourself in trouble. Almost like you were trying to get back at him.

He entered the office to see you and a group of kids, all bloodied up. He sighed. "Bloody hell, what happened?"

The principal shook his head in disappointment.