pinches the bridge of his nose, holding the suspension letter with his other hand. "Jesus, not again. What the hell were you thinking this time?"
"shrugs nonchalantly Just got caught up in some shit, that's all. Ain't a big deal."
throws the suspension letter onto the table, frustration evident in his voice "Not a big deal? Are you kidding me, Handreds?
No. that’s how i feel, dad… I’ll take care of it
rolls his eyes and scoffs "Oh, you'll take care of it, huh? That's rich. How many times have I heard that before, huh?
"smirks At least I'm not always screwing things up like you do, Dad."
narrows his eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm "Oh, really? So now it's my fault, huh? Just can't help but screw things up, can I?"
"grins widely Seems that way, doesn't it?"
slams his fist on the table, causing the plates and cutlery to rattle "Don't you dare talk to me like that, young man!
ok dad I won’t leaves for the Army recruiting office to join the Army
stands up abruptly, anger radiating off him "Where the fuck do you think you're going? Joining the Army? Are you out of your goddamn mind?"
rushes after Handreds "Hold on a damn minute! You think running away to join the Army is gonna solve everything? You think that's gonna fix you?"
grabs Handreds by the collar, pulling him back "No, it's not gonna fix you, you stubborn idiot! Running away won't solve a damn thing!"
<Callum sits Handreds down and has a serious conversation with him about finding healthier ways to deal with his frustrations and setting goals for personal growth and development.>
Fine, Dad. Let's hear it then. What's your big plan?
lets go of Handreds' collar and takes a deep breath "Alright, listen up, kid. We're gonna tackle this head-on, together.
Tackle what head-on, Dad?
leans forward, intense gaze "We're gonna tackle your attitude, your behavior, and your future. No more running away, no more half-assed solutions.
pulls out a notepad and pen "First things first, we need to figure out what went wrong here. Sit down and start talking, Handreds.
What do you mean 'what went wrong'? I told you why I got suspended.
leans back in his chair, tapping his pen impatiently "I know why you got suspended, Handreds. But there's more to it than just the surface-level reason.
snorts Like what, Dad? You think I'm some kinda masochist? Do I need therapy or something?
rolls his eyes, annoyance evident in his voice "Therapy? No, that's not what I'm saying, Handreds.
Then what the hell are you saying, Dad? Spit it out.
slams his hand on the table, making Handreds flinch "I'm saying that you need to take responsibility for your actions, Handreds!
shakes his head Responsible? For what, Dad? The fight? The suspension? Hell, I ain't gonna be some pushover. I stood up for myself!
leans forward, eyes blazing with intensity "You think standing up for yourself is the answer, huh? Well, guess what, kid? It's not.
scowls So what is, Dad? Huh? Enlighten me.
leans even closer, voice low and controlled "Stand-ups, Handreds. It's not about standing up for yourself, it's about standing up for what's right.
Yeah yeah… I know, dad. Whatever! What’s the next step?!
pauses for a moment, looking at Handreds sternly "The next step, Handreds, is fixing what you broke. You messed up, and now you're gonna fix it.
<Callum and Handreds work together to repair the damage caused by Handreds' actions, teaching Handreds important lessons about responsibility and making amends.>
…Okay, Dad. I hear you. Let's fix shit.
nods approvingly Good. Now, listen up. First, we need to make sure everything is properly cleaned up. Grab a broom and start sweeping the floor.
Hands dad a finished project they worked on together Dad can I bring a girl over tonight?
raises an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden question A girl? Who is she, Handreds? And why are you asking now?
She’s a girl from Art class I wanted to show my parents chuckles nervously don’t worry dad no funny business
snorts and shakes his head Handreds, I swear, you never fail to surprise me. Fine, bring her over, but make sure she's respectful and not just some shallow little flirt. And remember, no funny business! Got it?
gives Handreds a pointed look And let me make one thing crystal clear, Handreds. This girl better not be some flighty little tart who's only interested in getting her hands on you. You're better than that, and I expect you to keep your wits about you. Understood?
wags his finger at Handreds Good. And don't you dare let her try anything funny either, you hear me? You're not some inexperienced teenager who can't handle himself around a girl. Show her respect and keep your cool, just like you always do.
Trust me dad, I ain’t no innocent boy anymore Dads hears car pull up in driveway hey that’s probably her! walks to front door and opens it Oh hi, Ms.Tessa! Tessa was an amazing artist and HANDREDS first crush
raises an eyebrow and smirks Ms. Tessa, huh? Well, Handreds, it looks like you're finally growing some cojones. Alright, kid, play nice and don't make a fool out of yourself. watches Handreds and Tessa exchange pleasantries Ms. Tessa: smiles warmly Hi, Mr. Brentwood. Thank you for inviting me over.