A/N: Reviews please!
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The most of the halls at T.J and Lee's high school were dark, because it was nearly five thirty, but Dom didn't need the light to guide him. He'd been down these halls so many times it was almost routine for him.
Lee was technically the good kid. Besides her obsession with cars, she got good grades, showed up at the diner on time for her shifts and didn't stay out too late or if she did, she'd call. The only bit of rebellion she'd ever put forth was piercing her nose or in all truths getting a friend to do it for her. He hadn't been happy when she'd gotten home, but he had gotten over it eventually.
He didn't know what he was going to do with T.J though. The boy was always angry about something, most of the time it was the fact that his mom had walked out when he was only a year old. But, this anger led to him getting in to fights which led to suspension which led to his current bad grades.
Dom didn't mean to compare his kids, but it was hard sometimes to figure out how one kid could seem so good, while the other kid was so bad.
He finally found the office and as usual, T.J was sitting outside on the bench sporting a black eye and a cut cheek.
T.J didn't look up as he approached, but instead continued staring at the laces on his Converse sneakers.
"Qué usted hizo este vez?"
( What did you do this time ?)
"Nada."
( Nothing.)
"Si no era nada, cómo le está venido está sangrando?"
( If it was nothing, how come you're bleeding ? )
"Él hablaba el tortazo sobre usted."
( He was talking smack about you."
"Y?"
( And ?)
"Y él era diciendo él amaría conseguir sus manos en heces."
( And he said he'd love to get his hands on Lee.)
"Lo perforé tan."
( So I punched him.)
T.J saw his dads eyes darken and he knew that he was getting angry.
"Es usted enojado en mí?"
( Are you mad at me ?)
"Sí, porque usted no debe haber luchado pero decirle la verdad si fuera yo, habría hecho probablemente la misma cosa. Ahora déjenos van charla a su principal."
( Yes, because you shouldn't have been fighting. But to tell you the truth if it was me, I probably would have done the same thing. Now let's go talk to your principal.)
Dom slung a friendly arm around T.J's neck and led him into the principals office.
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