Calum: "I just got a call from Jordan's principal, he said she was caught smoking and drinking behind the school after hours with some seniors" (Y/N) mutters, her eyebrows furrowed "are you sure we're talking about Jordan? Our Jordan?" I ask, getting to my feet, she nods, frowning "fucking hell" I growl, I grab my car keys, shaking my head "she is in such deep shit" I mutter. When I get to Jordan's school, I can't see her in her usual spot, sighing I get out my car, maneuvering through the throng of teenagers, craning my neck to find her, after twenty minutes, I reach the football field, and I grit my teeth as I spot her, standing at the end of it, a cigarette between her lips as she chats with a guy in a leather jacket "Jordan you better get your ass over here!" I roar, she looks up, her eyes wide, quickly tossing the cigarette away, I fold my arms over my chest and stalk back to the car, she sits in the back and I grip the steering wheel tightly "get yourself up to the front" I growl "daddy I'm sorry I-" "I said get up front Jordan!" I thunder, she whimpers, climbing into the front, her hands in her lap "please don't ground me daddy" she begs, I roll my eyes "you can't daddy your way out of this one Jordan, you're not five years old anymore" I snap, she bites her lip, looking down "your mother and I give you a lot of freedom Jordan, more than many parents give their fifteen year old kids, you know that. But we have our boundaries Jordan! We've told you our rules, why is it so hard to listen? No boys and no drugs. And what do you do? You sneak around at school, smoking and drinking with some seventeen year old boy. God Jordan I'm so disappointed in you" she has tears rolling down her cheeks, her big brown eyes framed by her long black eyelashes, wet and spiky with tears "you're grounded for two months" I sigh, trying not to look at her sad face "I know it seems like I'm just punishing you Jordie, but you know it's only because I love you so much. You're my little girl, I don't want to see you hurt" I say softly as I pull into our driveway, I wipe her cheeks and pull her into my arms, kissing her forehead.
Michael: "Hey dad could I borrow some money?" My seventeen year old son asks quietly "sure, how much do you need Trent? Fifty bucks?" I ask, he looks at his feet, biting his lip "roughly five grand" he mumbles, I frown "what do you need five thousand dollars for?" I ask, he sighs, sitting down heavily "dad, have you ever made a really really huge mistake? Something you can't fix no matter what you do? Something you'll never be rid of?" I raise my eyebrows at him "Trent you're freaking me out now...what did you do?" He drops his head in his hands "dad...dad I got Aaliyah pregnant" he whispers, my mouth falls open and I try to say something a good dad would say, but all that I can muster is "dude your pullout game is so weak" he glares at me and I shake my head "sorry...it just came out" I mutter "but jesus christ Trent, you're seventeen, you can barely take care of yourself let alone a baby...have you told your mother?" He shakes his head, the blood draining from his face "she'll kill you Trent, she'll kill both of us" I mumble, he nods, his green eyes wide "I'm not telling her for you by the way" I chuckle, he groans "dad please, if I tell her I think she just might slap me, she'll probably take away my car, dad please" he begs, I sigh and nod "but let's wait a little bit, she's still pissed at you for coming home drunk last Wednesday, so you just lay low for now, I'll give you the money in the morning, and we can talk with Aaliyah about all this." I suggest, he nods, hugging me "thanks for not freaking out on me dad" he mumbles "we're partners in crime buddy, always have been." I grin.
Luke: I bite the end of my pen, staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of me, trying to think of song lyrics to write "dude I'm blocked" I mutter, glancing over at Calum who has his guitar in his lap, strumming quietly before scribbling rapidly on his paper, he is so engrossed he doesn't even acknowledge me. Suddenly I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and fish it out, I frown at the unknown number before answering "hello?" "hey uh dad?" I sigh in relief at the sound of my seventeen year old son's voice "Declan? Aren't you in school? Why are you calling me? Is something wrong?" I lean forward, my elbows on my knees "uh kinda...um...I'm-I-I kinda need you to...bail me out...I'm at the police station" he stammers, my mouth falls open and I swear under my breath, running my fingers through my hair "fucking hell Dec, what did you do?!" I groan, standing up to pace the room, Calum looks up, his eyebrows furrowed "well technically I didn't really do anything! What happened was...I ditched class with Dexter and we had a couple of beers, and he got a teeny bit drunk, so obviously he couldn't drive, and so I decided I would-I'm almost old enough to get my licence! Anyway I might have been speeding a bit, and a cop pulled us over and when he figured that I don't have my license he completely flipped shit, and he made us do that breathalyser shit, and I was only a little bit over the limit, and he searched us and I was clean okay? But Dexter had a couple of joints on him and yeah...his 'rents already bailed him out and stuff..." I shake my head and sigh "you were driving drunk?! I'm really disappointed in you Dec, I mean come on! And you know your mom is gonna murder you right?" I dig the heel of my palm into my eye, grumbling "I'm sorry dad" Declan mumbles, I grunt, grabbing my coat and car keys "I'll see you in ten minutes" I mutter, hanging up "what just happened?" Calum asks, frowning, his arms crossed over his guitar "Declan's in jail" I explain briefly as I dart out the door.
Ashton: "Hey uh Kizzy is in trouble again at school, I don't know what she's done this time, but it's your turn to go" (Y/N) grumbles, raising her eyebrows at me as she sets her phone down "oh joy" I sigh, grabbing my coat and heading out the door. When I arrive in the principal's office I am shocked to find not only my fifteen year old daughter, but a boy who looks a bit older than her and a lady I assume to be his mother, I instantly feel uneasy "ah Mr. Irwin, how...nice, to see you...yet again" the principal-Miss Fenton- smiles tightly, clearing her throat, I glance at Kizzy who is picking at her neon orange nail polish, staring defiantly at Miss Fenton with her piercing green eyes "now Mr Irwin, Mrs Rothwell...I have called you both here today to tell you that I am expelling both your children" I close my eyes slowly, trying not to groan "what?! But-but why?!" Mrs Rothwell splutters, her son smirks, ducking his head to hide it "well your two children were found having sex in the men's locker rooms-during school hours!" My mouth falls open and I turn to Kizzy, who has quirked a pierced eyebrow at her headmistress, I am shocked at her audacity, when suddenly I realize why: she thinks I'm going to bail her out and convince the school to let her stay "Miss Fenton, I uh-I understand completely, and I approve of your choice, thank you" I stand up, glaring daggers at the young boy, Kizzy looks slightly shocked and I smirk, following her out the door "get in the car, we'll talk about this at homw with your mother, and trust me, you are not gonna like these consequences" I mutter, watching her like a prison guard.
