AN: Ok guys this is a really really REALLY short chapter, but it
will get better. I promise.
Craig, Sean, and Spinner walked out of their final class of the day. A giggling Paige and Hazel followed behind them. All of the guys rolled their eyes at the conversation between the two girls.
"Can you believe what she was wearing?" Paige asked.
"It was total fashion murder suicide," Hazel agreed.
The three boys turned a corner and the girls headed the other way.
"Thank god," Sean said. "They were getting on my nerves."
"Tell me about," Spinner chimed in. "I mean there are better things to talk about, like sports."
"Or music," Craig said.
"Or.or.or GIRLS," All three of them said together and started laughing as they exited Degrassi's halls.
Outside, and still laughing, they started to walk towards Sean's. They had made plans to go there after school to play the new Mortal Kombat game for Play Station 2. By the time they got the curb, Craig stopped dead in his tracks and turned a sickly shade of green.
"Craig, man what's wrong?" Sean asked turning to face him.
"Yeah, man, you look like you've seen a ghost," Spinner agreed.
Craig shook his head. "N-nothing. Listen why don't you guys go ahead and I'll catch up in a few. I forgot something in my locker."
"We'll come back with you," Sean said.
"NO! I mean it's something personal. Just go ahead without me. I'll be there soon."
"All right. See you later."
"Later."
Craig turned as if he was going back to the school and waited behind a bush where he knew that Sean and Spinner couldn't see him. He waited until his friends rounded the corner and were out of site. When they were gone he came back out and looked at his father who was still standing across the street.
Craig ran a hand through his curly hair and took a deep breath. He looked at his father, who stood patiently waiting. Craig didn't know what to do. The last time he'd seen the man he had tried to guilt him in to staying home. He hadn't wanted Craig to go with Joey, but Craig didn't want to get hurt anymore.
Craig had been sick of the pain, sick of the crying, and the yelling. He just wanted to be happy. At Joey's he was. Joey took care of him, and now Craig could see Angela as much as he wanted. He wasn't constantly being hurt and he didn't have to live in fear.
Besides, what was his father doing here? He was supposed to be going to counseling and the only time he could see Craig was under supervision. That was only on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and one Saturday out of the month. It was Friday. He wasn't supposed to be here.
Craig started to walk towards his father. His heart rate increased with every step. In all honesty, his father scared the hell out of him. That was one of the reasons he had to get away. He hadn't even wanted to see his father for visitations, but Joey convinced him to. He thought that maybe they could come to some sort of terms with what had happened and at least be on neutral ground.
Craig looked up at his father.
"What are you doing here?"
"Is that any way to talk to your old man?"
"You're not supposed to be here. We're only supposed to have supervised visits."
"You sound like you're afraid of me Craig."
Craig took a step back. "What do you want?"
Sighing, he pulled out the paper. "I'm done with counseling Craig. I can see you whenever I want. If it's ok with you anyways."
Craig took the paper and read it. It was a paper releasing them to see each other whenever they wished, and even get back to terms on whether the wanted to live together again.
"Why didn't they tell me?"
"I'm sure they told Joey. He probably forgot to tell you."
Craig shook his head. "No, Joey wouldn't do that. He would have told me."
"Look I don't know or care about Joey. I care about you Craig. YOU are my son."
Craig started to turn around walk away.
"Craig!"
"What do you want from me?"
"I want you back. Just take a ride with me. One car ride, so we can talk."
Craig looked at him, but didn't reply.
"Please Craig. I'm begging you. I just want to talk."
"You'll take my home whenever I ask?"
He nodded.
Craig wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but it was his father. He'd been through counseling. Maybe he'd changed. Besides he owed it to him to at least talk to him. Joey might be mad, but Joey wasn't his father. Joey was Angela's father and Angela was very luck to have him.
Craig sighed and walked back to the car. He got in the passenger side and Mr. Manning smiled to himself. He got in the drivers side and took off. Of course neither of them had seen Emma and Manny watching from the steps.
~~Ok another short chapter, but I'm building it up. If I get good reviews I'll continue.
Craig, Sean, and Spinner walked out of their final class of the day. A giggling Paige and Hazel followed behind them. All of the guys rolled their eyes at the conversation between the two girls.
"Can you believe what she was wearing?" Paige asked.
"It was total fashion murder suicide," Hazel agreed.
The three boys turned a corner and the girls headed the other way.
"Thank god," Sean said. "They were getting on my nerves."
"Tell me about," Spinner chimed in. "I mean there are better things to talk about, like sports."
"Or music," Craig said.
"Or.or.or GIRLS," All three of them said together and started laughing as they exited Degrassi's halls.
Outside, and still laughing, they started to walk towards Sean's. They had made plans to go there after school to play the new Mortal Kombat game for Play Station 2. By the time they got the curb, Craig stopped dead in his tracks and turned a sickly shade of green.
"Craig, man what's wrong?" Sean asked turning to face him.
"Yeah, man, you look like you've seen a ghost," Spinner agreed.
Craig shook his head. "N-nothing. Listen why don't you guys go ahead and I'll catch up in a few. I forgot something in my locker."
"We'll come back with you," Sean said.
"NO! I mean it's something personal. Just go ahead without me. I'll be there soon."
"All right. See you later."
"Later."
Craig turned as if he was going back to the school and waited behind a bush where he knew that Sean and Spinner couldn't see him. He waited until his friends rounded the corner and were out of site. When they were gone he came back out and looked at his father who was still standing across the street.
Craig ran a hand through his curly hair and took a deep breath. He looked at his father, who stood patiently waiting. Craig didn't know what to do. The last time he'd seen the man he had tried to guilt him in to staying home. He hadn't wanted Craig to go with Joey, but Craig didn't want to get hurt anymore.
Craig had been sick of the pain, sick of the crying, and the yelling. He just wanted to be happy. At Joey's he was. Joey took care of him, and now Craig could see Angela as much as he wanted. He wasn't constantly being hurt and he didn't have to live in fear.
Besides, what was his father doing here? He was supposed to be going to counseling and the only time he could see Craig was under supervision. That was only on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and one Saturday out of the month. It was Friday. He wasn't supposed to be here.
Craig started to walk towards his father. His heart rate increased with every step. In all honesty, his father scared the hell out of him. That was one of the reasons he had to get away. He hadn't even wanted to see his father for visitations, but Joey convinced him to. He thought that maybe they could come to some sort of terms with what had happened and at least be on neutral ground.
Craig looked up at his father.
"What are you doing here?"
"Is that any way to talk to your old man?"
"You're not supposed to be here. We're only supposed to have supervised visits."
"You sound like you're afraid of me Craig."
Craig took a step back. "What do you want?"
Sighing, he pulled out the paper. "I'm done with counseling Craig. I can see you whenever I want. If it's ok with you anyways."
Craig took the paper and read it. It was a paper releasing them to see each other whenever they wished, and even get back to terms on whether the wanted to live together again.
"Why didn't they tell me?"
"I'm sure they told Joey. He probably forgot to tell you."
Craig shook his head. "No, Joey wouldn't do that. He would have told me."
"Look I don't know or care about Joey. I care about you Craig. YOU are my son."
Craig started to turn around walk away.
"Craig!"
"What do you want from me?"
"I want you back. Just take a ride with me. One car ride, so we can talk."
Craig looked at him, but didn't reply.
"Please Craig. I'm begging you. I just want to talk."
"You'll take my home whenever I ask?"
He nodded.
Craig wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but it was his father. He'd been through counseling. Maybe he'd changed. Besides he owed it to him to at least talk to him. Joey might be mad, but Joey wasn't his father. Joey was Angela's father and Angela was very luck to have him.
Craig sighed and walked back to the car. He got in the passenger side and Mr. Manning smiled to himself. He got in the drivers side and took off. Of course neither of them had seen Emma and Manny watching from the steps.
~~Ok another short chapter, but I'm building it up. If I get good reviews I'll continue.
