Big Man on Campus[ Growing Pains 3 ] by U. M. Lassiter

Author:U. M. Lassiter [Lassiter, U. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00BJSUW5K
Publisher: Devine Destinies
Published: 2013-02-14T11:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

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lex, you’re just going to have to control your temper,” Gram said as she dabbed antiseptic on my calf. “He stabbed me, for god sakes,” I said.

“Watch your language, young man,” Gram said. “I spoke

to Bob and he said he’ll give you a tetanus shot when you come out to the farm this weekend. Whatever did you do to provoke that boy?”

No way was I going to tell her that. “Jason’s just a bully, Gram,” I answered. “He’s always had it in for me.”

“Well it’s too bad about your tires,” she said.

I was going to have to ask Phil to send the tow truck from the Auto Center to pick up the car. There’d be more bitching and moaning, I was sure.

“Alex, this is such a new experience for all of us,” Gram continued, “and I think that for better or worse, you’re going to attract a lot more attention. You need to show selfcontrol.”

“Gram, he attacked me,” I said. “He’s lucky I didn’t rip him in half.”

“Alex!” Gram said, her eyes wide. “You must never say things like that. Not even joking.”

I guess she was right.

“Mr. Johnson?” I looked up and Mr. Weiss was holding a hall pass in his hand. “Your presence is requested in Mr. Buchanan’s office.”

Once again, I found myself in the little office with the cheesy furniture, looking across the desk at the Vice Principal.

“I’m sorry to see you in here again so soon, Alexander,” he said.

“Me, too,” I said under my breath.

“Young man, this is serious,” he snapped. “Our best football player is out for at least a week thanks to you.”

I was stunned.

“He slashed my tires,” I retorted. “He should be in jail.”

“Do you have any proof of that?”

“Well, no—”

“So you thought you’d exact justice on your own,” Mr. Buchanan said.

“He and his gang. They came after me,” I blurted. “There were seven of them.”

“Seven. I see.”

Mr. Buchanan opened a file folder on his desk and took out several digital prints. From the quality, they were obviously cell phone pictures.

“Could you explain these, please?” he said, sliding the pictures to me.

The top picture was me, with my foot on Jason’s chest. The next was me hurling him away. The last was me holding him up to my face.

“I only see you and Jason,” he said.

“Mr. Buchanan, I’m telling you…”

“You’re suspended for five days.”

“What?” I said, jumping up.

Mr. Buchanan flinched at my sudden outburst, but regained his composure almost instantly.

“Sit down, mister!” he barked.

“But—”

“Now!”

I slowly sat back down.

“You’re very lucky he didn’t press charges. Do you know that?”

“Sir, I’m telling you—”

“If this happens again, you’ll be expelled. Go collect your things and go home. That’s all.” Mr. Buchanan pointedly went back to writing something.

This couldn’t be happening. In a daze, I went to my locker for my things and then drove home.

By the time I rolled into my driveway, I was boiling mad. My brand-new tires squealed as I slammed on the brakes. I turned off the engine and then yanked on the parking brake so hard it came off in my hand.

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