Chapter twenty five
All it's worth living for
Isabella opened her eyes looking over to Lincoln, "Morning..." she stretch brushing her fingers up his exposed chest. "You know, my mom is going to be so cross as me for not coming home tonight." she laughed while kissing his neck lightly.
"Too bad, " he turned just a little bit, looking over her with a smile, "we had more important stuff going on." He grinned, leaning his head down, kissing the top of her head. He didn't want to inflict his morning breath on her.
"I think I opened a flood gate," her voice light looking over him, the blankets where the only things covering them. "I mean, I am glad I left," she inhaled, "clothes, toothbrush, hair brush and shoes." her hand playing over his chest more looking giddy, "What time is it?"
Lincoln looked up and over to the clock on the wall, staring at it for a minute like he forgot how to tell time. "Seven-Forty-Five." He looked down back to her, his fingers brushing against her cheek, smiling. "I love you." He grinned.
"I love you too," she felt relaxed on her stomach looking over Lincoln's face, "but I've gotta get ready for school..." she didn't want to move from the bed, "plus, you did say you have work..." she lightly kissed his chest playfully.
Lincoln pouted slightly, "Sadly, yes... " His voice a low one, his hand rubbing against her bare lower back, smiling to himself again. Last night kept re-playing in his head over and over again.
"We could..." He paused, "Save time and water and possibly." He bit his lip, unsure if saying this would be wrong or right. "Shower ... Together?" An evil glimmer was in his eyes.
Isabella giggled, "I love your thinking," she rolled on her back, she quickly moved on her back looking to the ceiling, "Come on," she quickly found his t-shirt pulling it on quickly.
Michael opened his bedroom door to see Lincoln chasing Isabella to the bathroom, grateful he already used it, listening to Isabella's giggles; he glanced to the front door opening it. Serena standing on the other side, "Lets go school." he had his bag on his shoulder. "My Brother is penetrating your sister again." he closed the door behind him.
"Thank you, thank you very much for that - Mental image Michael." She said sarcastically while patting his shoulder. Twisting her car keys around her finger in the other hand.
"Well," Michael kept looking to Serena, "you don't have to have it in your house," he thought about the days that had gone by, "I mean, It's like they want to be one person." he shuddered, "But," he clapped, "Spring break," he started with a smile. "Me you, wheels, and the open road?"
"The open road." Serena laughed unlocking her car, getting into it. Pulling sunglasses on. "Did you have a destination in mind? Or just, the open road? Because The open road sounds not planned and for you - that's something." She laughed.
Michael scratched the back of his head now in the passenger seat. "Well open road," he exhaled, "It means I have no control over the plan." he nodded, "Plus I was thinking, things to get from here is Michigan..." he laughed about the idea.
"Michigan." She thought about it, before nodding again, starting the car, pulling them out of the Complex. "That sounds, well it sounds like a Road trip." She laughed. Smiling, Taking a left turn.
"Serena," Michael playing with his bag, "You know, being a while, since the V day, have you..." he trailed off, "Hand them photos developed?" he asked while thinking more about it chuckling lightly.
"Honey, it was the first thing I did the next morning, got some strange looks from the FotoHut... But you know." She pointed to the dashboard. "In there." She grinned.
It was strange, how she went from, being his Best Friend, to having a huge crush on him, to hating his guts to, being his best friend again.
Michael picked up, "Serena, you know what we got to do?" he stated while the fact they were still the smartest in their year, they were getting sick and tired of being treated like crap. "Wait," he glanced into the back seat at a giant banner, "What is it?" he kept smiling with an evil glint in his eyes.
"What?" Serena asked before looking into the back seat. "Oh that, well I was bored you know, very bored so I decided to screen print a very large picture of Tyler and Robert sticking their tongues down each others throats onto a very large banner cloth..." She said very casually. "To possibly be hanged off the side of the school..."
Michael rubbed his fingers together, "Oh this will be our prank to end all pranks on them assholes." he felt something inside him, he normally would be good, let it go, but enough was getting to be enough.
"Oh Mikey, I've gotta admit when you're evil." She laughed. "It's like we're on the same page in life."
Isabella inhaled and exhaled while standing in the corridor of the high school theatre hall, she lent forward while stretching out, the fact this was Julliard's the performing arts college every dancer could ever dream to getting into, but with her head on Lincoln, she didn't know if she wanted to go there now or not. Her hands were stretching while looking around to the other girls, finally looking to Sarah with her. "Thanks for being here." she smiled feeling like she wished she spent more time with Sarah, since her and Lincoln getting serious, she felt she was slipping behind with friends.
Looking over Isabella, Sarah smiled while putting her hands into her hooded pull over pockets. "No problem, you know I wouldn't miss it for the world." She pointed out, even if Isabella and her weren't huge at hanging out anymore, they were still best friends. "You'll nail it." She nodded.
For a second Isabella smiled, "That, I keep thinking if these tights are giving me camel toe." she glanced to her crouch while trying to figure if she was being paranoid. "I still feel bad, I've been a very flaky friend, and it's a bad, bad me thing to do to you."
Sarah laughed, biting her lip. "Oh, Isabella." She rolled her eyes, exhaling, brushing her fingers into her long hair. "Don't worry - it's okay, really... Let by gone's be by gone's." She glanced down. "And no, no camel toe."
"Thank you," She hugged Sarah tight while pulling away, her hair was pulled into a tight bun, she'd been practising all she could. "I just feel like, maybe I should of Told Linc about this audition, but I didn't want him to think, I mean." she inhaled, "Right you're going to be totally honest with me? Right?"
"I'm always totally honest with you, that won't change now." Sarah pointed out, leaning against the wall, watching Isabella closely.
"Am I too serious with Lincoln?" She kept looking to another girl going into the dance hall, her eyes going around to the other girls.
Sarah thought, long and hard about the answer to that question, before looking up at her best friend, "I don't think so? I mean you aren't rushing off getting married or - having a baby with him... I mean you love the guy, right?"
"I do," she then paused, "But..." she kept looking over Sarah, then slowly blinked looking out the window to the main school building, "Sarah, did you say you're going on a date with Taylor Pattinson?" she asked trying to keep herself calm looking out the window.
"Erm?" Sarah blinked, carefully watching her friend starting to act strange, "Yeah, Friday night - why?" She kept looking at Isabella. Before catches her eye, she turned around slowly looking out the window, her face dropped and she went white. "Oh.. My..." She felt sick.
Isabella titled her head to the side, "How?" she kept trying to look to the banner, in her mind trying to figure out. "I mean, they are just," she tried not to laugh. "I mean, this must be a fake, I mean, they are always bragging about girls."
Sarah covered her mouth; she wanted to throw her lunch up. She looked away from the banner. "Oh... Isabella..." Sarah looked like she wanted to cry. "This cannot be happening, not to me!" She made this about herself.
Quickly wrapping her hands around her friend hugging her, "It's going to be okay," she glanced to Robert rushing across the roof trying to pull the banner off, he seemed pissed off, and Isabella patting her friends back looking over to the field seeing Serena and Michael laughing and Principal Davison making his way over to them.
Sarah wasn't crying, just really upset. Holding onto her best friend. "This is going to ruin my reputation..." She whispered, she'd had a crush on Taylor forever.
Serena and Michael laughing on the Football field as Robert was struggling up untying the complicated knots holding the banner up. "Oh, oh my sides..." She giggled.
"Why do I find anything happening around this school, you're involved in it," he glanced from Michael to Serena. Principal Davison was pissed off, "I've phoned your parents Miss Ferrari..." he glanced to Michael, "Mister Scofield, I've always phoned your brother."
Michael shrugged; he didn't have a feeling Lincoln would care than much about it.
"My office now!" he snapped to them both.
Serena clearing her throat, still laughing again. Looked around before her eyes rested on Michaels, she grinned for a minute. Before seeing the look the Principal was giving them. "Right away, Sir."
Daniele Ferrari sitting in the waiting area of the office kept looking to his wife, then the other side of the room to Lincoln Burrows. "What is it with your family, and the down fall of my daughters?" he muttered trying to ignore that he was called in to the school for his daughter's behaviour with Michael Scofield.
Lincoln looked at Daniele Ferrari, keeping his mouth shut for a minute. "Your daughters, especially Serena is no perfect little cupcake, she leads Michael into trouble, all the time." He pointed out.
Lynda made a face, "Not likely." She pointed out at him.
Lincoln rolled his eyes, his arms crossed. He was missing work; he wasn't getting paid for the time lost. He kept thinking about the over-due rent.
Daniele glanced to Lincoln, "Don't talk about my Serena," he felt himself getting annoyed, a secretary walked from the office.
"Principal Davison will see you now." she glanced over the three people.
Daniele got up holding his hand for his wife, "I am sorry you're missing Isa's audition because of this nonsense..." he said loudly to annoy Lincoln, "I'm making a handsome donation to Julliard's"
Lynda took Daniele's hand, clearing her throat softly. "Yes, I just hope she isn't to upset about me missing it." She narrowed her eyes at Lincoln. Before they called entered into the office, which was rather large.
Serena and Michael sitting in the little black chairs designated for the bad students.
"Mister and Misses Ferrari," Principal Davison said lightly. "Mister Burrows," he glanced to Lincoln not happy to see him.
Michael kept looking to Lincoln, to Serena's parents, he felt bad about them being caught.
"Mister Davison." Lincoln said, remembering when he dropped out of High School, he tossed his books at this man's face and told him to stick them up his fat ass.
He noticed Michael looking at him and gave him a serious, dark glare. Trying to look like a responsible guardian, but inside, he could care-less as long as Michael didn't get expelled.
"Mister Davison." Lynda said in a sigh, she didn't want to be here. Not for the bad talk anyways.
She glanced to her daughter, who sat still in the chair, unmoving, expressionless.
Serena looked from Michael to Lincoln and back to the bookshelf on the other side of the room.
"Well I don't like having the two brightest students of the Sophomore year, in my office like this." Principal kept looking to Mister and Misses Ferrari, "your daughter is one of the only female I've known, with the GPA of this standards, if I wanted, I could move her to Senior year," he kept looking over to the girl.
Daniele held a hand up, "what you mean, skip her two grades..." he pointed out, "In the middle of the school year?"
Davison nodded, "Yes, I could, but with her attitude, I am feeling a need to show these two, they are not special." he glared more towards Lincoln.
Lincoln didn't react to his glaring; he kept looking from Serena to Michael and back. Rubbing his thumb under his lower lip. "Well this is all fine and dandy but..." He paused in his words, trying to find the best ones. "Never mind." He shook his head.
Serena was looking from her Principal to her parents and to Michael, biting her lip.
Lynda smiled slightly, thinking about her two girls graduating together. "This would only happen if, Serena, smarted up, right?" She looked at the Principal to her Daughter.
Principal Davison nodded, "I am willing to put her into senior classes, if she goes well in them, she'll be graduating with the class of ninety one."
Daniele glanced to his wife, back to his wife, "But how can we make this happen?" his voice smooth, he knew the pluses to this, but she was still in trouble.
"Well Mister Ferrari," he broke into a grin, "The school is in need of a new Sports department..." he kept his tone smooth.
Daniele grinning too, "Well, I can ask my wife, to pass my cheque book, and I can think of a generous donation to this fine school..."
Lincoln nearly scoffing, seeing Lynda reaching into her bag that she carried almost everything important in. Holding out a fancy expensive pen and her husbands Cheque book to him, with a brighter smile. "Here you go, dear." She looked to Serena who didn't look entirely pleased.
"Yeah, wonderful, Class of ninety-one, but." She glanced to Michael. "What about Michael?" She side stared the Principal.
Principal Davison didn't listen to Serena while watching Daniele Ferrari writing a lot of zeros on a cheque, "I think this should be a great fund for your sports department." he smirked, "And Serena will be getting her new classes starting after her week suspension..."
Daniele looked serious, "I have written a very generous cheque, I wouldn't want to have to take it back..."
"Her classes will start tomorrow," he added with a smile. His eyes now going to Lincoln, "Michael will be having a two week suspension, starting from now."
Lincoln sat up, "Two weeks?" He didn't look approvingly at the Principal. "Two weeks." He didn't question this time, but just state it. "Just because, I can't write you a fancy cheque with a lot of zeros behind a bigger number?" He looked pissed.
Serena rubbed her face. "I'm not going into Senior year, if Michael can't go too." She said seriously.
"Oh, Serena, don't be silly!" Lynda said darkly at her daughter.
"I'm not going to leave him behind." Serena narrowed her eyes.
Michael looked to Serena, his eyes focused; "If you got a chance of getting out of here two years early, take it." he kept serious. "I mean, don't think we're going to stop being friends, just means you get a get out jail free Card." he smiled. "For me, take it."
Daniele glanced next to him to Lincoln, "Look, if I have the means to get my daughter further in the world, I'll do it." he then kept still, "you're lucky you've got the months you have with Isabella before she moves to New York."
Serena looking over Michael, "Really?" She kind of smiled. "You're okay with it?" She kept thinking about graduation, that wasn't so long away. "For you, I'll take it." She grinned.
Lincoln narrowed his eyes. "I don't think now is the time or the place to discuss such matters." Lincoln stood up.
"No, because you know we are right." Lynda said to Lincoln.
"Right!" Principal Davison nodded, "Well I think I can allow you to leave, you can also see your daughter Isabella should be taking auditions most of the afternoon." he nodded, "She will be a fine dancer one day." he smirked thinking the only dancing he's want to see her do is on a pole.
Michael kept looking as Serena's parents got up to leave, "well, I'll have to see you in two weeks," he glanced to Lincoln, "I don't think I'll be seeing anyone for a while."
"I'm gonna miss our drives." Serena smiled partly, looking over Michael, biting her lip for a minute. Glancing to Lincoln who looked ticked now. Pulling his car keys from his pocket.
"Lets go find, Isabella, dear." Lynda nodded to Daniele, putting her purse over her shoulder.
Michael followed Lincoln to the car, for a second he kept still next to the passenger side, his eyes focused on his brother. "Why do they keep pushing you, if they've accepted you and Isa are together?" he didn't want to piss his brother off, but was scared.
"Because, they don't want us together, they accept it, doesn't mean they like it, or want it to continue." Lincoln was playing with his keys trying to find the right one. "You need you stop getting in trouble, you're to smart for it."
Michael got into the seat, he glanced over to his brother, "The only change of me getting into college is if I get some kind of academic scholarship, they only hand them out to five students, and consider the amount of students, the chance of me getting one is like," he thought the maths over in his mind, "About five percent chance in my favour, so what is the point in trying anyway, not much to do with a high school degree."
Lincoln narrowed his eyes, turning in his seat to look at his little brother. "You're going to University or College." His voice was set on it. "With dad being a dead-beat and mom being dead, me being a drop-out with a kid at the age of twenty." He paused. "You're going to become successful, you're gonna show 'em that not all Scofield and Burrows blood is doomed from the start." His complex green eyes looked into his brother's blues.
"Linc," he tried to smile through the facts, he had worked the problem out years ago, he knew that they couldn't afford for him to go to college, or university so he gave up any expectations for it. "You're too good for your own good sometimes." he did his seatbelt on still smiling.
"Hey." Lincoln pointed out, while starting the car up. Pulling out of the High School parking lot. "Nothings ever too good when it comes down to family." He thought about it. He was going to need money, quick fast money.