Chapter 8 Part 2
Author's Note: So, I'm continuing this story. *high five* No high five? All right then, I guess I deserve it though since I had to make the person I'm co-oping this story with wait for... like, three months. I admit I'm lazy, but we've been hit by many storms lately and it's also messing up my internet a little, so, yeah. Hopefully my computer won't shut off while I type this, eh? I would hate that... This chapter I describe the parents reactions of the fight Jay and I were involved in from the previous chapter or chapters, whichever. Alright, time to type.
The bus came to a stop. Four flashing stop signs slowly opened up on both sides of the bus to signal other drivers to stop. Two kids neglectfully exited the bus, stepping down a few steps and onto the solid ground below. The bus doors slammed shut behind the two and continued to drive on around the corner and out of sight.
The two individuals looked up at the towering houses above them and slowly began to walk forward. There parents were going to be beyond upset. It was only there first day of school here and they already have a strike on their permanent records for being involved in a little fight.
"Your house or mine first?" The boy, Jay, asked his friend beside him, looking to her expectantly. He really didn't want to face his parents alone.
"Um... yours?" Taylor suggested. Sounding more so a question then a suggestion. She didn't want to face her parents' wrath alone either.
Jay hesitantly nodded and the two walked forward, in step, till they reached the door. He reached for the handle, and twisted it clockwise ever so slowly and pushed the door open. Jay entered, then Taylor, and Jay closed it quietly behind, not wanting the parents to tell that he was home before he would be scolded at.
The living room was pitch black. You couldn't even see your own hand in front of your face no matter how many times you'd wave it in front of you. It was also deathly quiet, void of any movement throughout the room. You could hear a pen drop without even trying to listen.
"I can't see a thing."
Jay was about to agree, suggesting they could quietly sneak up into his room and hide there until there parents would notice there absence. That would at least give them a little free time until they were scolded at and most likely grounded from television, computer, or video games. Before he could though, the lights flashed on. The room was illuminated by light and the two had to shield their eyes from the harsh brightness.
Having temporary blindness, Jay and Taylor blinked a few times as their vision became clear. Oh, how they wish their vision had just be put to rest permanently. There, sitting on the couch, were two pairs of parents, all four having un amused expressions on their faces.
"Sit down kids." Jay's mother, Edna, commanded.
The two complied and hopped up on the opposite couch across from the one the parents were residing on. A thick silence passed. Neither the parents or children broke this tense silence before it was to much to handle.
"It wasn't us!" Jay burst out. The uneasy atmosphere around them becoming to much for him to handle.
Taylor's mother held up a hand. "We don't want to hear it. We heard straight from the principal himself what happened today."
"You expect to believe him!?" Taylor cut in.
"Well he's your principal, you'd think he lie?" Jay's father, Ed, objected.
"Yes. He's clearly got it out for us." Jay defended.
"You shoulda seen the face he made when he called y'all. He looked all sinister, and evil."
"That's ridiculous." Taylor's dad laughed at the excuse. "You're making him sound as if he's the antagonist here when clearly you two are."
"You weren't there." Jay reminded, "who are you to say we didn't see what we did see?"
"Jay, sweetie, Taylor's mother and I were there when we checked you into the school. Your principal was such the gentleman. We'd know if something was going on between y'all and the principal." Edna said, killing the chances of either Jay or Taylor arguing with another combat. They wouldn't end up listening anyways.
"But we saw what we saw." Both whispered sadly.
The air was absorbed into silence once again. One of the parents breaking the silence this time around.
"Why'd you do it anyways?" The kids looked up to Taylor's dad.
"Huh?" They replied dumbly.
"Why'd you fight?" He repeated. "The principal said you just fought these two boys out of the blue."
"Wha!? That's not it at all!?" Jay yelled, flailing his arms to prove a point. Then calmed down.
"We were defending a friend!" Taylor corrected. "He lied."
All four parents shared glances, each letting out an annoyed sigh. There own children were lying to them, they had though.
"Jay, go to your room. We'll talk about this later." Ed said, pointing upstairs to his bedroom.
"But-" Jay discontinued his sentence seeing the angry glare his father was giving him if he disobeyed. Jay sighed, gripping the straps of his backpack and hoping off the couch. "Bye Taylor."
"Come on Taylor, we're going home." Her mom replied, getting up and ushering Taylor out the door, her dad following.
"Dad?" Zane called, entering the house and shutting the door behind.
"Yes?" A voice answered from the couch.
Zane looked to the side seeing his father sitting up on the couch, a newspaper in hand and a sleeping, snow white cat resting in his lap.
"How was school today, son?" Julian asked with a smile, folding up the newspaper and setting it on the coffee table in front of him. Stroking the cat gently on the back as his son joined him on the couch.
"It was the best, dad. Two new students came today, and they befriended me." Zane replied with excitement.
"That is very good son. What are their names?"
"There's a boy named Jay, and the other is a girl named Taylor."
"They sound wonderful."
A quiet meow was heard, interrupting the conversation. The white cat in Julian's lap yawned and stretched before jumping up to the top of the couch and licked Zane's cheek affectionately.
"Hey Snowflake." Zane greeted, scratching the furball behind his ears.
"It seems Snowflake here is happy for you too, son."