DISCLAIMER: Degrassi is not mine. Neither are its characters, plots...you get the point.
This is intended to be a chapter story, starting right after Jimmy and Spinner's shoving match in High Fidelity. For those JimAsh fans out there, don't worry...Ashley's coming in later chapters!!!! This is my first fic so please R&R! Thank you.
"Jimmy, you have every right to be angry, but fighting is simply unacceptable. You could've been hurt! I'm tempted to suspend you just for being stupid!" Mrs. H was uncharacteristically unprofessional. She really cared about Jimmy and knew he was deeply upset that he wouldn't be graduating with his class.
"Suspend me; you'd do it to anyone else." Jimmy looked down at his chair and said, "What is this, a "get out of jail free card"? Thanks, but no thanks."
"James Brooks, call someone to pick you up. I don't appreciate your tone. Take the rest of the day to calm down and I'll see you tomorrow morning for detention." Jimmy wheeled out of the office in shock. He didn't plan on Mrs. H calling him on his bluff. Now he would have to deal with his parents. Jimmy's day was getting worse by the minute.
Mr. Brooks was quiet until he and Jimmy were home. Knowing how sensitive his son could be, he was trying to avoid a big argument that would end with him feeling guilty and Jimmy in one of his moods.
Jimmy was sitting on the couch casually channel surfing, as if he hadn't gotten kicked out of school for fighting. It was more than Mr. Brooks could handle. He started off calm but with every syllable, his voice began to give away more and more of his frustration.
"Jimmy, I don't know what was going through your head this afternoon but I can see what you weren't thinking about."
Jimmy barely looked up from the television. Mr. Brooks snatched the remote and tossed it across the room.
"You're paralyzed for Christ's sake! Who decides to be a tough guy less than a year out of the hospital? If you had gotten hurt...Jimmy, what would I say to your mother? Son, if you're still having some anger issues, we'll get you help. I just can't bear to see you sick again, not if I can help it."
Jimmy remained silent during his father's lecture. When he was positive that his father had nothing left to say, he went to his room with his head hanging down.
Mrs. Brooks came home late as usual. She'd talked to her husband earlier about Jimmy's fight and decided to let him handle this problem. After getting comfortable, she went to Jimmy's room and tapped on his door.
"Jim, it's Mom, can I come in?" She entered without waiting for a response. Jimmy had drifted off to sleep immediately following the conversation with his father. He sluggishly grabbed the trapeze bar above his bed and pulled himself into a sitting position. His mother quickly grabbed a pillow and but it behind him. She then arranged the rest of his pillows so that Jimmy was propped up in his bed.
"Thanks Mom, I suppose you're here to discuss with me the hazards of fighting while crippled."
Mrs. Brooks cringed before scolding her son, "Jimmy! What did I tell you about that word? And no, I'm not here to lecture you. Your father already did that. I just came to check on you." Jimmy smiled and leaned forward to hug his mother. She gave him a peck on the cheek before leaving the room.
