a flair for the dramatic

Y-yea-- -clears throat- Yeah? What is it? -fiddles with his fingers nervously-

Do you know about your grades right now? -looks at Sid with his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw set-

Wh--? No? Dad, last I checked, they were--

You have two Cs. Care to explain that?

-looks disappointed and angry-

Dad, they're...not a big deal. I can bring them up in no time flat, I just--

You'd better. And quick. Have you been doing the work?

Yes, Dad, I've been doing the fuc--fffffreaking work. Do you want me to sh--

Then why are your grades so shit?

-glowers at him- !!

Would you stop cutting me off!? Give it a rest! I said I'll fix the goddamn grades, get off my fuckin' case!

............ -realises he just swore at his father twice in a row and braces himself-

-lowers his voice- Don't you talk to me like that again, comprendes? Go to your room. You're grounded until you can get your shit together.

And before you ask, yes, you are grounded from Sam, too.

Those grades had better be at least a B+ by the end of the week or you're in a lot more trouble than just a grounding, mijo.

... -nods- Yes, sir. -hangs head- Lo siento.

-retreats back upstairs and shuts his door quietly-

Sid! Your uncle and I are going out! We'll be back around 8, okay? Daniel's still going to be here.

-calls back downstairs- Okay, dad!

Love you!