After Carter and Laynie left, Bruce spent most of his time in his room meditating. When he wasn't, he was thinking about the fight that Carter and him had before she left.
Though he missed Laynie, he had to admit he had grown especially attached to Carter.
I wish I had the chance to talk to Carter again. I hate that she left before we had a chance to clear the air between us. He sighed and walked over to his window overlooking the city. It's strange thinking she's only a few blocks away from us, but we're not allowed to see her again. It's even less likely that we'll ever see Laynie again now that's she on the other side of the country. He turned from the window and walked back to his bed.
I doubt Carter would ever want to see me again though. He pushed the girls out of his mind, deciding it would be better not to worry about them. They were better off where they are.
He then went down to the lobby to grab the mail. As he went back upstairs, he flipped through the bills and letters carelessly- until a familiar name jumped out at him.
The letter read, To the parent/guardian of Carter Beckett.
"A letter from Carter's school? They must've sent it here by mistake." Curiosity getting the better of him, he ripped open the letter. His eyes quickly scanned over the contents of the letter.
In regards to the parents/guardian of the student, Carter Beckett, this letter has been sent to inform whomever it may concern of the student's suspension. Midtown High School has a zero-tolerance policy for violence. As this is the student's first recorded altercation in school, Ms. Beckett has been given a week-long suspension and a conference is to be arranged immediately. The school will be in contact with you within the week.
Bruce stared at the letter, dumbstruck. Carter, in a fight? He thought to himself.
He dropped the rest of the mail on the kitchen counter and went back to his room, eyes never leaving the letter.
He read that one paragraph over and over again unable to believe it.
He had to stop himself when he reached for the phone, ready to call Carter. We're not supposed to contact them. He reminded himself. And yet, he picked up the phone and dialed Carter's number anyway.
With every ring, he became more anxious. He wasn't sure how Carter would react.
"Hello?" A bored voice asked.
He realized he no longer had anytime to think about it. "Oh! Carter?"
"Yes… who is this?"
Bruce hesitated for a moment, "It's Bruce."
"What? Why are you calling me? I thought you guys weren't supposed to contact us anymore?" She answered obviously confused.
"I know, I know." Bruce sighed, "But, I needed to talk to you about something."
There was silence for a moment, "Okay, what is it?"
He picked up the letter again, "Well, you see, we got a letter just today, from Midtown High."
"What exactly have you gotten yourself into Carter?" Bruce asked in concern.
"It was nothing. Just a little fight. I'm fine, it's nothing for you to worry about."
"Just because you tell me it's nothing to worry about, it doesn't stop me from worrying. Why were you in a fight in the first place?"
"Some girl said some things I didn't like. I tried to walk away, she wouldn't let me. So I hit her."
"That's not exactly a good way to handle your problems."
He heard a sigh on the other end. "Look, it's being handled. Don't worry about it, I'm not your problem anymore."
Bruce quickly stopped himself from saying something he'd regret. "Fine. I'm sorry. I was just worried about you."
"I've gotta go."
"Wait," Bruce stopped her from hanging up.
"What is it?"
"Just, if you need anything, please don't hesitate to call me. Okay, Carter?" He pleaded.
After a moment's silence, she said, "Yeah, thanks."
Bruce smiled. "Okay then. I'll talk to you later, or rather, I hope I will."
"Bye Bruce." And there was a clicking on the other end, signalling that she had hung up.