Disclaimer: I own none, only Casey. I may not even own the plot which may be owned by Ivorycat (read her stories, they're good!). She also may be writing for this, so look out for her input. Joss, the insane god he is, owns the whole cast of characters you see, save again, for Casey, she is mine.
Attention: Look, there will be talk of, if not seen, cases of child abuse from Holtz. This happens because in my time line, Holtz took much of his anger out on Casey, and some out on Connor. But Connor was the favorite child of the two. More about that later. There also may be instance of corporal punishment. I would like to inform people that child abuse and corporal punishment are two different things. Corporal punishment will only happen when there is need for it to happen, and it will always be done in a loving environment.
Author's Note: I am going to try and put my teenage characters though what normal teenagers go through. That may be bad grades, idiot teachers, sexual harassment, drugs, alcohol, and that such. Some may be embellished a little, but guess what? If they are, that's because I have yet to experience them in my high school. Now don't say that I make this some kind of soap opera, because quite frankly, life is one.
Summery: When Connor's questioned, Casey fights back.
Chapter Fifteen: Plans
Connor walked into the principal's office, happy to escape the horrors of math class. True, he was happy to have an excuse for not being in class, but he could think of multitudes of places he would rather be.
"Ah, Mr. Angel," Mr. Falkner, walked into the office. He was a balding Irish man who ruled over the school with an iron hand.
"Mr. Falkner," Connor said diplomatically.
"How have you been settling in LA? Your record shows that you were home school up to the time you moved to the area," the man asked as he settled into his plush leather chair.
"It's been interesting," that was all that Connor offered.
"Well, we've notice here at Central that you have been-- shall I say, anti-social?" Mr. Falkner leaned toward the teenage boy, "and we're worried, anti-socialness along with low grades usually indicate that something is wrong. Do you follow?"
Connor nodded, "I do."
"Well would you mind if we asked to you to take a drug test?" the principal asked.
"Of course not," Connor told him, Mr. Falkner beamed, "But you have to ask my dad first."
"Well then, I'll call your father and you can just come back at the end of the lunch period," Mr. Falkner quickly wrote out and signed a pass and Connor hurried back to his math class, happy to get out of that office.
By the time lunch rolled around, Connor was angry that he had been asked to take a drug test, and he expressed that anger when he sat down to lunch.
The lunch group had expanded to Kevin, an artist that had a tendency to either skip any class that was not taking place in the art wing or start large debates in any class. There was also Seth, the thespian who was enamored with Shakespeare. He's dream was also to become Nicole Kidman's bitch.
"You know, that's a bunch of bull. Everyone knows the serious potheads don't even bother to show up. Besides, what can Falkner do anyways?" Kevin asked in his usual brash manner.
"It's called our father," Casey shuddered.
"How bad could you're old man be?" Seth asked as he took a bite of his sandwich.
Casey and Connor looked at each other. "When our dad was younger, he wasn't a very nice person. People were scared of him. And he controls our social life," Casey sniffed as she took a sip of her water bottle.
"Harsh," Lissa said as she stole a chip from Casey's bag.
"Well that's besides the point. Someone should really wake Mr. Falkner up. I mean, he always goes after people he says are trouble makers, but aren't," Claire said as she took a bite of her banana.
Casey smiled, "Claire, you just gave me an idea. Thanks!"
Connor looked at the ceiling as he sighed, "Whatever you do, make sure it doesn't involve me. Dad will probably already be pissed off as it is. What with me getting tested, we really don't need chaos."
Casey rolled her eyes, "That's where you're wrong brother dearest, chaos is always welcome. Now go take you're little test and leave it to me to work everything out."
As Connor was leaving the cafeteria, he stopped his sister; "I don't trust you. But if this gets him back, I don't care. Just be careful. Dad may have a soul, but he ain't exactly the most forgiving.
Casey gave him a sharp look; "Don't you think I know that? Besides, he's not going to find out. It's the perfect plan. Besides, I'm going to get Falkner's permission. I'm doing nothing wrong."
Connor shrugged, "For your sake, I hope so. But I have to go. I have a date with my destiny."
Casey bid good-bye to her brother as she headed off to her Latin class. Connor just shuffled off to the main office. He knew he didn't take drugs, but he really didn't want to be suspected. What kid would?
"Ah Mr. Angel," Mr. Falkner met Connor in the hallway.
"Mr. Falkner," Connor greeted sullenly.
"You're father gave permission and will you please come this way?" Mr. Falkner led Connor to the health office.
The nurse handed Connor a cup and he went into the bathroom. After doing his business he handed the cup back to the nurse who wrote him a pass. Mr. Falkner was already gone.
Mr. Falkner whistled slightly as he walked though the hallways. Mr. Angel, the teen's father, had been surprised when he called, but gave his permission quickly. This always made his job easier. Walking into his office, he was surprised to find Casey, Connor's twin sister, sitting there.
"Miss Angel?" the principal asked.
"I'm sorry to bother you sir," Casey gave him an innocent look, "But I had something urgent to ask you. And since I have a free in Latin today, I thought I should ask when I had the chance."
Mr. Falkner sighed as he rubbed his face. Sitting down he looked at the teenage girl, "What is it?" he asked gruffly.
Author's Note 2: Okay, cliffy, I know. But it's good, promise! And Spike and Charlie will becoming in soon. Promise. And you'll get more smoochies and fluffy later on. And Connor and Casey? They'll be acting chummy. They just need to get over something…you would to if you were in a hell dimension. But anywho, I would like to have a total of 50 reviews before I post another chapter. I really enjoy writing this, but reviews help to. And a special thanks to gigetgirl and Ivorycat. You two rock, and keep writing, hear me! I love the ideas you gave me, and anyone else is welcome to do the same. I'm always looking for new ideas.