A/N- I do read all the reviews, and sometimes I get really bored and re-read ones from previous chapters. With that beings said, I saw one by 'WWE Girl' about responding to reviews. I don't know if I'll do that on EVERY chapter, but maybe every now and then, with that being said…
WWE Girl- Thank you for all the reviews! I think you read the first 5 chapters in one night? Badass ;) But to answer your one question- YES, like Emma, I myself love Justin Bieber. No, I am not obsessed with him nor do I want Selena Gomez to die and rot in hell. I'm just a fan
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Haha, now, what's gonna happen during Emma's first day of basketball practice? But more importantly, what will happen when Punk meet's Emma's math teacher? Read on:
-No POV, Friday, Capone Jr. High School-
It was now Friday, February 3rd. Earlier in the week, Emma had ditched 9th period, and sadly, it became a habit. This whole week Emma's been skipping 9th period to go play basketball with Haylee Winters and two other girls on the team. Today was Friday, and they actually had practice today, however.
It took the girls about five minutes to get into their PE uniforms- they still had to place in orders for jerseys and to figure out numbers. After they got dressed, they ran into the gym and started running some quick laps before further instruction from Miss Ryan.
"Alright girls, welcome to your first practice!" Miss Ryan said with a smile on her face to all her players. "Our first game is over at Belleview Jr. High against the Cougars, last season they placed 2nd in conference, they're gonna be a tough team, so we need hard discipline. For now, grab a basketball and go to a basket, start shooting hoops, we'll start with drills in about 10."
All the girls ran over to the basketball rack and grabbed a ball, then headed over to a hoop and started shooting. Emma shot with, of course, Haylee Winters and her clique.
"You know, we've been ditching 9th period together all week," Emma said, but then pausing to shoot the ball which went right into the hoop, then looked at the two girls from Haylee's clique. "And I still don't know your names."
"Sammi Hayes," The first girl said.
"Kylie Williams," The other one said.
"Nice," Emma smiled, then grabbing the ball again to take another shot.
"You know," Haylee began, looking at Emma. "You're REALLY good at shooting free-throws. If Miss Ryan doesn't notice it, I'll definitely make her take notice," Haylee smiled, as did Emma.
"Thanks," She said, before taking another shot.
-Phil's POV, 3pm-
This is stupid. Why do I have to do this? I don't like schools, not at all. I thought I was done with school YEARS ago, but no, I'm back to talk to one of Emma's teachers. I hate teachers, they always hated me too. Worst of all, it's her MATH teacher. Who likes math? Ugh. I just wanna go in, talk, get this over with.
"Room 12…" I said, walking down the halls, looking at room numbers. I forgot how big Middle Schools were. "Room 13….room 12!" I said, opening up a door and walking in. The room looked big, six rows of desks, six desks each. Must have big classes.
"Mr. Brooks, right?" I heard a voice behind me. It startled me, and I somewhat jumped, which hurt my shoulder.
"Son of a-" I began, but caught myself.
"Are you okay?" The same person asked. It was a women. Pretty thin, pretty short. She also had long blonde hair, honestly looked no older then 20.
"Yeah…yeah I'm fine, and uh, yeah, I'm Mr. Brooks, Phil," I said, extending my right arm as she shook it.
"Wonderful!" The women smiled. "I'm Mrs. Cates, your daughter's math teacher." What? SHE'S a teacher? She looks WAY too young. "If you wouldn't mind taking a seat, we have a LOT to discuss." She said, walking to her desk and sitting down. I just grabbed a chair by the table next to her desk, pulled it up and sat down.
"So uh….what exactly do we need to talk about?" I asked, rather curious.
"See, I've been trying to meet with Charlotte about Emma ever since 1st Quarter Midterms and she's never agreed to come in. Something about work or her son…I don't know," Mrs. Cates shook her head.
"YEP, sounds like Charlotte, paying no attention to her daughter….yep," I said. I don't care if she's my baby mama, she's still a bitch. Hey, we've all seen those shows about pregnant teenagers on MTV, I'm at least not being rude to her to her face, I keep it to myself. Pretty classy compared to those other dad's.
"Well, it's come to my attention you have full custody of her, right?" Mrs. Cates asked me.
"Yep, she's living with my full time, until she decides to move out for college or something," I shrugged.
"COLLEGE! I'm glad you mentioned that!" Mrs. Cates said. "One of the main reasons I need to talk to you is because of Emma's poor performance.
"Poor performance?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Here," Mrs. Cates said, then handing me a piece of paper.
"What the hell is this?" I asked, just looking at it.
"That's Emma's first semester gradesheet," Mrs. Cates responded.
"Why is everything marked as late or missing under homework?" I asked, looking at it, still highly confused.
"Because, she never turned ANYTHING in on time, and IF she did, it was always late," Mrs. Cates sighed. "As far as in-class assignments go, she pays absolutely no attention when I'm up here teaching even though she sits RIGHT up front. She has the attention span of a squirrel."
"You're really comparing my daughter to a squirrel?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow yet again. She just rolled her eyes, then sighed.
"That's beside the point!" She said, then sighing again. "As far as test scores go….nothing but F's."
I just looked at her gradesheet. F after F after F. There were about…2 D's and maybe 1 C, but all F's. How the hell could this even be?
"I've been talking to her other teachers, she's doing AMAZING in every other class, just not mine. She's trying in their classes, but she pays no attention to mine," She said.
"Well maybe you're just boring," I said, defending her.
"Excuse me!" Mrs. Cates asked, raising an eyebrow, appalled at what I had just said.
"Come on, you teach math, it's not exactly the most EXCITING subject…" I said, she sighed again.
"I know it's not a favorite for most people, but my other students at least try, she doesn't," Mrs. Cates said. "She's got too much potential to just waste!"
"I know she has a lot of potential, she's my daughter, of course she does," I said, before realizing I sounded rather cocky. Oh well.
"As I've pretty much figured out, it seems like her mom rather neglected her, paying no attention to her," Mrs. Cates began. "As the middle child of five children, I can honestly say I've acted out in some way for attention, and I'm nearly positive that's what she's doing."
"So…exactly what do you want me to do?" Phil asked.
"I need you to get it through her head that right now, she's failing this class and if she can't pull her grades up, she will not pass at all and either go to summer school or maybe even be heldback," Mrs. Cates said. "She needs attention, and you need to give it to her." I just sighed, then looked at the clock, it was now 3:25pm. I looked back at her.
"Was that it? If so, this was pretty much a wasteful 25 minutes," I said as she sighed.
"Actually no," She said, getting up and walking to the back of the room to a folder. I got up and followed. She then handed me a math book and that folder. "I needed you to give her this."
"What's this?" I asked, holding it all.
"All the work she's missed this week being sick," Mrs. Cates began as I raised an eyebrow.
"Sick? She's not sick! She's perfectly healthy," I began.
"What?" Mrs. Cates asked, raising an eyebrow. "She hasn't shown up to my class all week!" I bit my lower lip, then sighed.
"Well uh, I guess she ditched," I shrugged. She was clearly filled with rage.
"Ditching class is taken seriously here at Capone Jr. High, Mr. Brooks," She began. "I'm afraid I'll have to get her an office referral, which will suspend her rights to assemblies and P.B.I.S Celebration days."
"Whatever," I Began, not really caring about that assembly and P.B.I.S thing. "She hasn't shown up AT ALL?"
"Not to my class…." She shook her head. "But rumor has it she's on the basketball team, and if she doesn't have good grades, she won't be able to play."
I sighed. This is pretty serious, even I at least did the work to get credit. She's not. How could Charlotte even let this happen?
"Alright, um thanks, I guess, just let me know if she doesn't show up Monday, I'll figure something out," I Said, then shook her hand.
"Yes, thanks for meeting with me, Mr. Brooks," She said. "Emma really is a smart girl, she's just not living up to her potential."
"Yeah…yeah," I shrugged. I shook my head, then walked out of the classroom and down the hall to get out of the school.
I just don't get it. Why would Emma do something stupid like this, and how come Charlotte would even let this happen? I don't know who to even be mad at and point fingers at. I just want to scream from the top of my lungs. But at who? I just need to cool down…
I walked outside of the school, then sat on the bench. Emma should be out here any minute. While waiting, I contemplated in my head what to do. I've never had to like, discipline anyone before. What am I supposed to do?
"Hey, I'm ready to go," Emma said, walking outside the school, wiping sweat off of her forehead.
"Uh, yeah, let's go," I said, getting out of my thoughts, then getting up off the bench and walking with her to the car.
The car ride home was completely silent. I kept quiet now, but once we get home, I won't. She has absolutely no idea what's in for her when she gets home.