Page 90 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
The girl they were arguing about wasme.
Issac
Every college had a system in place for dealing with so-called troublemakers. Here at Renfrew, that system was the Student Conduct Office. Typically, it was a group of elected students who held disciplinary meetings to decide on the next course of action.
In most cases, these meetings took place days or weeks after the incident. They handled everything from cheating to possible criminal behavior. On campus, they were judge, jury, and executioner.
Unless, of course, the student in question was someone like myself or Kash Murphy.
We didn’t get referred to the conduct office. There were no hearings or write-ups. Most of the time, we didn’t receive any discipline at all. That was before my father was the dean.
“Destruction of property, disturbing the peace… assault.” My father slammed the file he was reading down on his desk. “What were you two thinking?”
“Well, Father, I was thinking about how good it would feel to smash Kash’s face in…” I looked over at Kash. “How about you?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I was thinking something similar, although mine involved a pen and your eye.”
I’d like to see him try that.
My father was not impressed with either of our responses. “Do you two think this is a joke?”
“I think your son’s a joke,” Kash said. “Does that count?”
I shot him a dirty look. “How’s that lip feel?”
“Better than your jaw.” He shot back.
Kash had a black eye, a fat lip, a few bruises on his neck, and a broken finger. He didn’t look so pretty anymore. Neither did I. My knuckles were scratched and bruised, the left side of my jaw had swollen up, and I needed a couple of stitches to close the cut in my forehead.
“Enough!” My father bellowed. “This behavior is unacceptable.”
I rolled my eyes while Kash snorted out a scoff.
This wasn’t the first time I’d gotten this lecture, and Kash probably had his own version of the‘How to behave in publicspeech’ that he grew up hearing. Besides, this wasn’t that bad.
We broke a couple of tables, knocked over a bookcase, and smashed some pictures. All of which were easily replaceable. I didn’t know about Kash, but I’d done a lot worse.
“I’m extremely disappointed in you both.”
Disappointed? That was what he was going with? That shit stopped working on me when I was five.
Lifting my chin, I looked my father in the eye and hissed, “It could’ve been worse.”
I could’ve not slowed my punches and hit Kash at full speed. I cracked that oak table in one hit. How happy would my father have been when I fractured Kash’s spine or killed him? He should be thanking me for holding back.
“Stop busting our balls.” Kash rolled his eyes. “It was just a fight.”
“Just a fight?” My father spun his computer monitor around to face us.
Displayed on the screen was a video of our fight, with the caption: Chaos erupts at meeting with Murphy Media and Kratz Enterprises.
Okay, that was pretty bad.
“This had over a hundred thousand views before…” he nodded at Kash… “your brother had it taken down.”
Kash’s brow rose. “Keaton knows about this?”
“He’s the one who found the video,” my father explained.
