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Georgie's POV
The ride to school was quietly awkward. Veronica had picked me up and was now driving us in her car. A few times, she glanced at me, clearly wanting to break the silence.
"Are you coming to my gig later?" I finally asked, hoping to ease the tension.
"Sure," she said, giving me a smile. "I better watch you before some skank makes a move on you."
I laughed. "What? So now you're guarding your meat?"
Veronica rolled her eyes. "You know exactly what I mean."
"Yeah, yeah…" I said, turning my face away. "…I'll tell Jana not to come."
"Ouch! Ow, stop it! You're driving, you crazy woman!" I yelped as Veronica pinched and smacked me hard.
"Crazy? You're the one being stupid!" she shot back, now pinching my thigh.
"Ow! Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" I said, trying to defend myself.
"Hmph!" she huffed and finally let go—well, kind of. Her hand wandered again, this time resting somewhere very inappropriate. "This d**k is mine!."
"Seriously, get your hand off me, woman…ohh…" I grumbled, though I didn't put in much effort.
Veronica narrowed her eyes. "You say that, but you're not even trying. All bark, no bite."
Truth is… it was kind of comfortable having her hold me like that. Eventually, she pulled her hand away and focused back on the road.
"Georgie," she said softly, glancing at me again, "are you really not going to the psychologist?"
"Nope." I looked away.
She sighed, and the silence returned—heavier this time.
Turns out, my parents wanted me to see a psychologist about my so-called anger issues and another thing. Mary said she didn't mind spending the money as long as it was for my mental health.
I had no idea what they were thinking, but there was no way I was going. I didn't want to upset Mary, but come on… why waste money just to talk to another human being, right? We are not in Japan right now.
My thoughts aren't childish. I've spent years living as a grown man in a different life. What could a doctor Psychology possibly teach me about life that I haven't already learned?.
"Georgie, I know you don't want to talk about it," Veronica said gently, "but I think it could really help you."
"So now my parents are using you to convince me, huh?" I turned and looked at her seriously. "Why should I go? Why pay someone to listen to my problems?"
I paused, then said firmly, "Music. That's my therapy. I'd rather get paid to let people hear my story. I can scream, cry, and laugh through my music."
"Music is just an outlet, Georgie!" she argued. "You need someone who actually understands your mental state!"
I didn't answer. I let the silence speak for me until we arrived at school.
"Oh look, we're here!" I said, relieved, reaching for the door. But Veronica grabbed my arm.
"Georgie," she said, staring at me seriously.
I sighed, staring back. "Why do you want me to go so badly? Are you afraid of me?" I smirked.
"I'm worried about you!" she snapped. "What do you want from me?! I'm not scared of you—not even a little! And I'm not just going to sit back and do whatever you want like a good little mistress!"
I rubbed my forehead, frustrated and confused. I couldn't exactly tell her I didn't need therapy because I was… well, not exactly normal. More like an alien. Imagine how that would go in a psychologist's office.
"I don't need therapy, Veronica. I've made up my mind." I said firmly, looking into her eyes.
She didn't say a word, just stared at me—stubborn as ever.
"You better back off and stop pushing me. I've decided. I'm not going to the therapy, or a psychiatrist, or whatever else they want." I said, then stepped out of her car.
Veronica didn't try to stop me.
I walked into the school, ignoring everything and everyone. A few students greeted me, but I brushed them off until I reached my first class.
Sheldon was already sitting there. He had come with Dad earlier.
I took a deep breath, put on a smile, and walked over to my seat beside him.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're here!" Sheldon said as I sat down. "Some girls kept asking if I could get them backstage passes to your show! I kept telling them I couldn't! One of them even touched me—hugged me—right into her bosom! Do you know how much sweat collects there? It's torture for me!"
I glanced at the girls nearby—some were blushing, others grinning at us.
"Come on, guys!" I said, chuckling. "I can't hand out backstage passes. It's not even my concert!"
They all booed playfully—well, mostly at me.
Sheldon frowned at them. "What a bunch of barbarians! No! Don't touch me!" he said, jerking away from the girl behind his desk.
"What's so special about this backstage pass, brother?" Sheldon asked, clearly puzzled. "I don't understand why people even want it."
"Well, what if Leonard Nimoy—your idol, Mr. Spock himself—likes George Strait? He might show up at backstage." I said with a grin.
That is, if Leonard Nimoy even liked country music. I knew he was more into folk or classical pop, but I didn't really know for sure.
Sheldon's eyes widened. "Really?!"
"Its only a 'Maybe'," I said. "You could look it up. Beside of that, You'll get to see all the performers up close—and me—without being crushed by the crowd."
Sheldon nodded. "Alright then… but just this once. This is the only concert of yours I'll attend—"
"Not my concert, Sheldon," I cut in. "I'm just the opening act. You have to come to my first solo concert."
He groaned dramatically. "What a troublesome family obligation…"
"Sheldon! I'll buy your backstage pass for ten bucks!" a kid shouted from across the room.
I frowned. Ten bucks? Really?
Sheldon turned toward the voice. "Did you not hear our entire conversation?!"
Another voice piped up. "I'll pay twenty!"
Then the bidding escalated—thirty, fifty, even a hundred dollars.
But Sheldon stayed firm. "No!" he said, completely flat-faced.
I couldn't help but smile.
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Third-Person POV
The bidding continued, climbing up to $150, until Mr. Givens walked into the classroom and was met with utter chaos.
"What's going on here?!"
He scanned the room. All eyes were on Georgie, who had his hand raised, while Sheldon sighed dramatically.
"They're trying to buy my backstage pass ticket! I've already told them no, but they keep trying to buy it from me!" Sheldon exclaimed with flair.
"What's the highest bid?" Mr. Givens asked, staring directly at Sheldon.
"$155," Sheldon answered.
"$160" Mr. Givens declared, locking eyes with him.
"BOO!!!" the students erupted, and Georgie burst out laughing at the scene.
Mr. Givens raised both hands, playing innocent despite the mischievous grin on his face. "Hey! All's fair in love and war!" he said, triggering more cheers before turning serious again. "Georgie, you're being called to the principal's office. Bring your bag's too."
Georgie looked puzzled. "Am I in trouble again?"
"Is my brother in trouble?" Sheldon also asked, just as confused.
"Not really," Mr. Givens replied. "I'm not sure what Principal Peterson wants to say, but I saw Fenley in there."
The class fell silent, all eyes now on Georgie, waiting for confirmation and clarification.
Georgie raised both hands innocently. "I don't know anything, guys! Don't asked me for this!" he said before standing up. He turned to Sheldon, "Don't cause any trouble, alright?"
Sheldon snorted but gave him a small nod.
Georgie left the classroom and headed to the principal's office, still clueless about what this was about—but he had a pretty good guess about what Fenley wanted.
When he arrived, he didn't see the assistant principal. Instead, he heard laughter and chatter from inside the principal's room.
Georgie opened the door and found several people already gathered: Fenley, his father George, Miss MacElroy, the assistant principal, and Principal Peterson.
"Ahh! Our future country rockstar has arrived!" Principal Peterson said, smiling at Georgie—who immediately knew his guess had been correct. "Your dad was just telling us about his meeting with George S.!"
Peterson smiled, though Georgie noticed a twitch at the corner of his lips.
George was grinning from ear to ear, clearly bragging again. Georgie could tell the others were getting annoyed and maybe a little jealous.
Fenley smiled and gestured to the seat beside her. "Georgie, come sit here."
He shrugged and sat down. "So? What's this all about? Am I getting a school break or something?"
He said it casually, but someone in the room clearly understood why Georgie was acting this calm.
George looked at his son's back, realizing that his earlier conversation with Mary had taken an unexpected turn—but he kept quiet. It was a family matter, one that would be dealt with at home.
"As a matter of fact, yes," Peterson said. "Miss Fenley here has requested academic leave for you to prepare for the George S. concert."
He glanced at Miss MacElroy, who nodded and looked down at a document in her hands.
"Your academic credit score is strong enough to qualify," she said. "You've done exceptionally well in your tests. I think it's a good idea for you to focus on preparing for the concert."
"But there's just one little issue…" she added, giving Georgie an awkward smile.
Georgie looked confused for a moment, then realized what she meant. "Sheldon, huh…"
"Yes," Miss MacElroy confirmed firmly.
Georgie waved his hand. "Sheldon already said he doesn't feel challenged in class anymore," he replied. Miss MacElroy listened closely, mentally noting his words.
"As long as you don't bother him, I think he'll just daydream in class. But it's not like he's not paying attention. If he's spacing out, it just means he's bored, and his mind is off creating something. You don't need to interrupt him—just keep the lesson going."
Peterson turned to George with a raised eyebrow. "If he's not learning anything here, why haven't you sent him to a better school?"
George gave a sheepish smile. "You know we still can't afford that—unless you're planning to raise my salary… No?", He trailed off after seeing Peterson's deadpan expression.
"I'll try contacting another school," Peterson said, but that only made Georgie grumble.
"No. He's not transferring until he's ready for college." Georgie said firmly.
George frowned. "That's not your decision to make."
"Oh, we talk—" Georgie started to retort, but stopped himself. "Never mind. I don't approve of Sheldon transferring. If his behavior's a problem, you can just get him some college-level books or more advanced material. He'll keep himself busy."
Peterson and MacElroy exchanged glances.
"Noted. I'll pass that along to his other teachers," Miss MacElroy said.
"Alright then," Peterson nodded. "If transferring is off the table, we'll try to keep him engaged in other ways."
"If he's not disrupting anything, just send him to the library. Let him help Miss Hutchins organize the shelves—he loves that." Georgie suggested.
"…That's actually a good idea." Miss MacElroy admitted.
"No, no. My son needs to be in class," George insisted. "Georgie, just tell Sheldon to stay quiet like he always does around you."
Miss MacElroy shot George an irritated look.
"Alright, alright. We'll discuss this later," Peterson said, turning to Fenley. "George has approved the leave, and the school grants it too. You can take Georgie with you."
Fenley nodded and turned to Georgie. "James and the others are already at the studio. You need to rehearse for tonight's gig."
Georgie nodded back, then looked to George. "Can you tell Veronica to pack my clothes and bring them to the studio later?"
"Why not me?" George asked, frowning.
"Because if you bring them, Missy will tag along. I'm planning to stay at the studio overnight with the others." Georgie replied.
"Alright," George sighed. He would need to talk to Mary about this.
"Let's go, Georgie," Fenley said as she stood up. "Thank you for your time, Principal Peterson, and everyone else."
Peterson chuckled. "Don't be a stranger. You're always welcome here," he said jokingly.
Fenley and Georgie walked out with George following behind, still stealing glances at his son.
"...So, you already talked to your mom?" George asked once they were outside.
"Yes—and I refused." Georgie said firmly.
"Of course…" George sighed again, "Alright, for now you just focus on your band and gigs." He turned to Fenley. "Take care of my son, alright?"
"Don't worry about him. He'll still come home later." Fenley said.
Georgie had already climbed into her car, and Fenley followed.
The two of them drove off as George waved awkwardly after them, "Yep… he's definitely mad." muttering to himself with a shake of his head.