Chapter Thirty Three

                                    

                                          
"I should phone my dad." I say, standing up. Letting Lincolns hand go, I pulled out my phone and called him. After 3 rings he finally picked up. 
                          
"Hey sweetheart." He said.
                          
"Hi Dad. Umm- are you busy right now?" I asked hesitantly, my stomach clenching with nerves. I started to pace the room, needing to move. Peter and Marsha moved off to the side, getting out of the way.  
                          
"I'm never too busy for you, what did you need?" He answered. 
                          
"Well, there has been a bit of an incident here at school."
                          
"Are you alright?"
                          
"Not really. It wasn't a very good day today." 
                          
"What happened? Do you need me to come to the school?" Worry leaking into his voice.
                          
"Well, it started off with an argument with Conner that ended with Ferg and Conner fighting and me falling into a panic attack. Then at lunch there was another fight, this time between Lincoln, Peter, Jake, Conner and a few of Conner's teammates... and one of the girls wasn't to friendly with me. I took off alone and was outside when-" I paused and closed my eyes not wanting to continue. 
                          
"When what? What happened?" 
                          
"I ran into Vic." I said softly, I heard dad take a deep breath in and release it slowly. "Don't worry dad, nothing happened. he was angry but Joe came by and chased him off. Nothing happened." I said. 
                          
"I'm coming to the school right now." 
                          
"There's more." I said, quickly. "Mr Garrow is trying to suspend me for 2 weeks."
                          
"Why the hell are you getting suspended?" 
                          
"He blames me for the guys fighting Vic last month and now he is putting today's events on me as well. Ms Hall said that she is taking care of it, but she wanted me to call you and let you know now, instead of waiting until I get home." 
                          
"Where are you now?
                          
"In the Nurses room."
                          
"Is anyone with you?"
                          
"Yeah, Lincoln, Peter, Ferg, Joe and Marsha. Jake was here, but he left."
                          
"Put Peter on the phone."
                          
"Okay." I said to my dad, before walking over to Peter and handing over my phone to him. "He wants to talk to you." He nods and takes the phone, pressing it to his ear. He walked over to the other side of the room and lowered his voice.  
                          
I walked back to the bed and sat down beside Lincoln and rested my forehead on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him. It amazes me how just being near him relaxes me, but at the same time makes my emotions go all haywire. 
                          
"So, does this mean I don't have a chance with you, or I should step up my game a notch?" Joe asked. 
                          
I didn't say anything, I just raises my arm and flipped him off. I heard Ferg and Lincoln chuckle. 
                          
"That was just Hurtful." Joe said dramatically. 
                          
"You are such a drama queen" I mumbled into Lincoln's shoulder. 
                          
"She's not wrong, you are a drama queen" Ferg deadpanned. 
                          
"Well, as entertaining as today was, Cameron and I need to get going. Don't want mom to turn on the crazy switch." Joe stated standing up. I lifted my head and gave them a small smile. 
                          
"I'll come over tonight." Ferg said returning the smile. 
                          
"I'll come with you, unless you want me to stay?" Marsha asked, looking uncomfortable.