Chase
I SKIPPED SCHOOL ON Tuesday. I didn’t want to deal with the questions about the race or my shiner. I wasn’t in the mood.
Of course, my old man received a call from the attendance office, saying that I was absent. In return, he called me again and left an urgent message to get back to him. Having cooled down a bit, I decided to do what he wanted before he filed a Missing Person’s report on me.
He answered on the first ring. “Chase?”
“Yeah. Good guess,” I muttered.
Considering I was the only one with this phone number...
“Ha. Ha.” He told me about the school calling. “I was worried when I heard the news.”
I rolled my eyes. He hadn’t been too worried yesterday when he’d socked me in the face.
“I’m fine.”
“Where are you?”
“At Sonny’s.” Fortunately, his mom had left before us. A
