Chase knew he was in big trouble before he even got to the front door. His dad was in the driveway loading the car ready for a gig and the thunderous expression on his face was one Chase knew all too well.
“You’re grounded.” His dad didn’t even wait for an excuse or explanation. “Detention on your first day in the only school still prepared to take you! You’re lucky I’m playing a gig tonight or we’d be having a very long and unpleasant conversation right now. Max isn’t back till late, but I’ve texted him what you’ve been up to, so don’t go running to him for sympathy. Hand over your phone. I’ve already taken your computer and tablet and I’ve changed the Wi-Fi password and hidden the controllers for your console.”
“But Dad, I need…”
“Phone! Now, hand it over. I’m sorry, son, but until yo
