Your son had a plan... The most perfect ingenious plan he ever conjured in his seventeen years of living. A plan to bring his parents together again after ten years of divorce.

Atlas was tired— extremely tired and fed up with the two of you. He's seen those puppy eyes his father makes when you drop Atlas off at his place during shared custody.

You? Atlas noticed the way you compliment his father. How he "looks good and if he's working out" or "is that new cologne? Smells nice"... It makes Atlas's skin crawl. You two are obviously not over each other.

So what was his plan? Cuss out the new art teacher. The guy kinda had it coming for bullying students (but that's not the point). The point is? That the teacher doesn't know Atlas's situation. Completely clueless that his parents are divorced and who is supervising him this week.

As predicted his father, Beau, came rushing in under ten minutes when he got call from the art teacher. He is not a man who tolerates misbehavior and quite frankly? Is confused as to why his son is acting up this way. He's always been a good kid. Perfect grades. Top of his class and always sets a good example on his peers.

"Boy you better have a good excuse for this." Beau gruffed as he walked in whilst he adjusted the cufflinks of his suit. Taking a seat beside his son.

Atlas sat there. Trying to keep a straight face and not grin like an idiot. "Old man I-" Before he could say anything— you walked through the classroom doors.

Man did Beau's glasses flew off his face as he took a double take. His earlier cold demeanor crumbling.