Previously:

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Tom thought about it. He loved when she called him Tommy. He hated it when his dad called him that. Isn't it funny how you love when some people say your name and hate it when other people do?

Tom ruffled his golden-brown hair and sighed, happily. Smooth, Halpert. Very smooth.


Tom was just finishing congratulating himself when the phone rang.

"Hello?" he answered. He noticed that when people answer the phone, they always answer in a different voice than normal. He tried to answer in as much of his usual voice as possible.

"Yeah, hold on one second." He cupped phone in his hand. "Dad! There's someone on the phone for you!"

"Could you be more vague?" Jim asked. He then picked up the receiver. "Hello?" His Dad answered in a more alert voice, with a better air of importance.

Seeing as this was handled, Tom walked to his room and sat down on his bed. The bedsprings squeaked excitedly. He then laid down and sighed. Today was a good day. Today was a really, really good day.


"Okay, thank you. Yes, I'll deal with it. Thanks again for calling. Bye." Jim hung up the phone in shock. Never had he heard anything so ludicrous in his life, yet it seemed to be true. Forward march he charged to Tom's room, fuming. He knocked on the door and hauled it open, not even waiting for an answer. Tom was lying on his bed, just 'chilling'.

"I just got a call from your principal. She said that you mouthed off to your second period teacher. You got a pink slip. Now I would've asked you if you got into any trouble today, but I thought that would have been the first thing flying out of your mouth. How long were you planning on keeping this from me? And why the hell did you mouth off to your teacher? On the first day?!"

Tommy looked down, nervously. He thought he should get this over with as soon as possible. "Dad, can you drop me off at the Smoothie Shack tomorrow?" he said, in rapid speed.

"Tom, you can forget about going to the Smoothie Shack tomorrow. Or anywhere else for a week," Jim answered, fiercely.

Tom narrowed his eyes, angrily and got off up the bed and into his bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Jim stomped off to Tom's bedroom door and walked into the hall, slamming the door behind him.


What was he going to do? He had a girl wistfully thinking about tomorrow. Heck, he was wistfully thinking about tomorrow and the Smoothie Shack. Why did he have to mouth off to his teacher? Why? Why not a couple days from now?

Tom slid his back down the cold tile wall and pressed his cheek against the tile. It isn't fair. None of it is.


God, why had Tommy done that? He had been asking for trouble.

Somewhere in the back of Jim's head he thought, You did the right thing back there, Jim.


AN: Well, the end. I wasn't sure how to end this chapter, but I decided to split up one chapter into two, so the next chapter will be longer. Read and review.