Caught Out of Bed(Forge/Open)

[Forge]

It was pretty obvious that Adhmar was sulking, but Forge just couldn’t bring himself to care. The boy was acting like a spoiled little princess about this entire thing, as if he was completely unaware why they had rules in place. He could have gotten himself in very serious trouble, and he didn’t realize it at all. Granted, the curfew wasn’t one that he entirely agreed with, but it was obvious that Adhmar had absolutely no respect for him. That fact was far more irritating than having to drive out to the middle of the city at uncivilized hours. Would it be considered cruel to drop the boy off halfway and make him walk back? Probably. It was still a little more tempting than he wanted to admit.

“Yeah. A gentleman. Don’t press any buttons,” he replied, tone chilly. As far as Forge knew—and hoped—Adhmar had never been in his car before. The vehicle was something of an ongoing project, and it held even more nasty surprises than his cybernetic arm. He really didn’t need a teenager fiddling with it. Also he loved it more than most people. Adhmar might leave fingerprints. As soon as they were both seated, Forge began the drive back to the Institute. This was going to be a long, awkward trip. Maybe once he worked it out in his head, he’d give the boy a long, angry-mom speech. For now, he remained silent.

More out of curiosity than anything, Forge switched the car’s radio over to the police channels. He caught the tail end of something about a ‘mutant disturbance’. And lightning. Great. He hated it when he was right. Forge frowned, but didn’t say anything. Traffic was still heavy enough that gunning it wouldn’t be possible. At least they were moving now; hopefully they’d put some distance between themselves and the party before anyone showed up to investigate. If not…well, he was glad he brought his car.

[Adhmar de Souza]

Adhmar crossed his arms and stared out of the window. He didn't want to touch anything in Forge's car to begin with. He hated when people got in his car and started touching. It was so rude. He didn't know why people did it...they did it though. It would take everything in him to not want to rip their heads off because they simply started touching without asking. He could not stand it. He always had to let people know ahead of time to not touch anything in his car. He was very particular about how things were placed and situated. He thought to himself, **God I am a bit anal...I need to stop that.** He shuddered a bit thinking he may end up like Cyclops.

As they continued to drive back towards the school Forge changed the radio to where he could listen to the police channels. Adhmar still looking out the windows made a face to himself thinking in his mind, **Forge would have police channels in his car...what a nerd.Heheheheheheehehe nerd.** A small smile spread over his face as he laughed at his own thoughts. He really didn't care about what they were talking about. It was lightning so of course it was a mutant and a mutant disturbance. Typical...blame the mutants.

The car even with the radio was too quiet for the party loving Brazilian. He didn't like tension and he didn't want Forge mad at him so he decided to be the bigger person(in his mind Forge is just as guilty of a crime, partying without him) and say something first. Taking his eyes from the darkness that was outside he looked down to the floor and said quietly, "Forge...are you mad at me?" He let his hands play with each other nervously he didn't know what the older male would say, "Please don't be mad...I don't like the quiet...it is too quiet in here...Look...I know I should have left with you the first time but I just wanted to have fun..." Adhmar looked over to him as he said this giving him his best "puppy dog" face. The teen still used this face with his parents and older siblings and cousins to often times get his way and stop them from being mad at him. It worked 95 percent of the time. Adhmar hoped this wasn't a 5 percent moment.

[Forge]

The first few minutes of the ride passed in silence. Forge was more than willing to let Adhmar sulk and think through what he’d done. It gave him a chance to cool down before he risked calling the boy a little bitch to his face. Instead, he simply listened to the radio. Two of the new-model peacekeeping Sentinels were inbound. It was a good thing that they were pretty far away now, but Forge didn’t envy the rest of the partygoers. The Sentinels couldn’t do much without evidence, but they’d certainly ruin the mood.

Finally Adhmar broke the silence. Forge didn’t answer immediately, but his hands clamped down on the steering wheel. As tempting as yelling at the boy was, it wouldn’t do anything now. His passenger continued, giving a flimsy excuse, and Forge snorted before replying. “The first time? Yeah. Try ‘you should have stayed in bed’. Do I need to list off all the rules you just broke? You’re going to have to deal with the consequences. You should also be damn grateful I showed up when I did. There’s probably a few Sentinels breaking up the party by now.” Forge stopped himself, realizing that if he continued, there would be yelling. And possibly making Adhmar walk back. Oh yeah, he was mad. The idiot kid had been far too close to getting himself in trouble that Forge couldn’t fix. And as much as he hated to admit it, that scared him.

Glancing over, Forge found Adhmar staring at him with wide, sad eyes. He knew that look all too well. It wasn’t going to work. Not right now. Forge frowned at the boy for a second before looking back to the road. “Nice try. Nick’s are better.” Although, to be fair, Wolf Cub did have a significant advantage. Still didn’t mean that the kid was getting out of this quite so easily. But Forge thought it would be best if he wasn’t the one to assign Adhmar’s punishment. He was, after all, emotionally invested now. And…he could think of a few other faculty members that would be more than willing to take over. Scott was an early riser. He’d probably be awake shortly after they got back.

[Adhmar de Souza]

Adhmar didn't want to hear Forge's lecture. He had already admitted that he was wrong for not leaving with Forge when he first told him to. Adhamr wasn't necessarily a bad kid. He actually wasn't bad at all. He was normally well behaved and polite. What had gotten into him recently to make him behave this way was unknown. Although spoiled and rich he normally didn't behave like a typical rich kid but when he couldn't get his way he known to throw a temper tantrum. This had to have been one of those moments. It was obvious that Forge wasn't buying Adhmar attempt to be innocent. It was okay with him though. Adhmar just knew that he was the bigger person. Then Forge started in on him.

After Forge finished his tirade Adhmar replied back, "You know...you could have acted as if you didn't see me leave. You didn't have to come out and get me. It wasn't as if I was doing anything bad...those guys who were ALSO MUTANTS started with ME...I was just just there enjoying the party and they were there looking for a fight. You could have simply assumed that it was something other than a student that triggered the security system. Do you not trust me? Wait...don't answer that because I know the answer is no."

Adhmar turned and looked back out the window. So much for trying to be the bigger person. He was fuming right now. How could Forge basically turn on him? At this point he knew he would be turned in to Emma or Cyclops and he really didn't care. He really was starting to have a million thoughts run through his mind. One of them was the fact that he wanted to go back to Brazil. Was it the structure that made him want to do that? He was always a free child back there. There were rules but his parents trusted him and they didn't give him a curfew...well they were rarely home to begin with but even if they were he didn't have a curfew they trusted him completely.

Adhamr wanting that to be known said to the older male, "You know what...back home I have no curfew...I haven't had a curfew since I was 15...This is so stupid...you can't do this, you can't do that, do it this way not that way. You're all too young to understand...How are we supposed to grow up if you all only confine us to that school. Of course we can go out during the day oh but you have to be in before 10 if it is a school night." At this point a lot of his words were running together and were barely sounding like English. He was upset and for any other teen it was understandable but would Forge be so understanding?

[Forge]

Irresponsibility. Forge had honestly expected better from Adhmar. The kid was annoyed that he couldn’t party—which was absolutely precious—and wasn’t apparently able to see how badly he’d screwed up. And then, amazingly enough, he had the audacity to ask if he trusted him. Forge was about to respond, but Adhmar decided for himself that the answer was ‘no’. Well, that was convenient. Saved him a few words. Opening his mouth, he considered adding an explanation, and then stopped. Nah. It probably wouldn’t do anything other than continue this fight. He had trusted Adhmar. The kid showed some promise. He’d made some good judgment calls in the past, he had decent grades, and he played well with others. But did Forge trust him now? Hell no.

Adhmar continued talking, obviously getting more upset as he progressed. Forge gritted his teeth and stared at the road. Normally he would have agreed with the sentiment, but after the trouble Adhmar ended up in, he had to say that chaperoning was definitely necessary. If the boy was going to act like a spoiled brat, Forge should really start treating him like one. Unfortunately, slapping a student would probably get him in far more trouble than Adhmar. Making the kid walk back would probably be a bad idea, too.

He’d had enough. “Look,” Forge snapped back suddenly, “It’s my job to keep you alive until you’re eighteen. After that, make all the stupid-ass decisions you want. Until then, you listen to us. If you had stayed at that party like you were planning, you would have been arrested by now. I’m sorry if I ruined your ‘fun’, but I’d damn well rather see you sulking and whining than be turned into a public enemy for using your powers.” He was aware he was being harsh, and might lose Adhmar’s friendship entirely, but…he was here to be the boy’s teacher. Not a friend. If that was the consequence of getting the idiot to wise up, he’d gladly accept it.

[Adhmar de Souza]

Adhmar looked to Forge as he snapped at him. He was slightly taken aback. No one had really spoken to him like that before. He was used to always getting his way. Did his parents yell at him? Of course. Did his parents punish him? Yes...why wouldn't they? Did his parents every spank him or give him a slap or two to the mouth? Whenever they deemed necessary. However Adhmar wasn't really a bad kid, he just got stuck in his ways whenever things didn't go his way. His parents for the most part broke him of the habit.

They wanted him to grow up and be a productive person apart of society. They didn't want him walking around being a rich spoiled brat who flaunted his money and all that he had. They were a success on the front that he was very humble and didn't make others aware of how wealthy his family was. The brat part though? Eh...some could say it was typical teen, "No one understands me blah, blah, blah" stuff and some would say he was to used to getting everything he wanted. He was spoiled, yes, but he also understood the value of a dollar and what hard work meant. It wasn't all play and no work for the teen. His parents insisted he earned his share so they made him work in his dad's practice and in his mom's cosmetic firm over school breaks.

Attempting to tune Forge out, Adhmar looked out the window and seemed to stare even harder. He didn't want to hear what the man was saying because he knew it was true. He knew that Forge of all people wouldn't let anything happen to him and he was doing his JOB first and foremost. Friendship was taking a backseat because as a teacher he had to protect them and enforce the rules...One of them was, "School Nights=10 p.m. curfew" Adhmar knew this. He was normally good about staying in but he figured if Al could do it so could he. Of course not wanting Forge to see he got the best of him he said, "You keep forgetting that I wasn't the one who started it. Besides those guys came looking for trouble. I was trying my best not to use my powers but when they hit me they were using their powers. They were super strong. Since when could a back hand slap send you flying across a room?"

Adhmar knew that Forge wouldn't care about the other boys being mutants. To Adhmar that was the entire issue. THEY started with him. He was there enjoying his time and they just wanted to start a fight. "I'm sure those trash cans that are sent to chase after mutants would have noticed their print first. They were really showing off. If I could have fought without my powers I would. They weren't having it..."

[Forge]

Finally, it seemed like something Forge said had gotten Adhmar’s attention. Maybe this would knock some sense into the boy. Goodness knew he needed it. He really had to wonder if Adhmar was planning on joining the X-men after he turned eighteen, like so many of the other students. That alone might be the motivation needed to get Adhmar to shape up. Not, of course, that many of the current X-Men had been model teenagers. He knew better. He’d been a full X-Men while they were busy trying to pass algebra. Most of them, though, had at least been willing to respect the staff’s decisions. Or respect that they’d get punished for their actions.

Thankfully, Adhmar stayed silent as Forge snapped at him. There was a moment of quiet as he turned into Salem Center. They would be back at the Institute soon. Forge still wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do with the boy. Turning him over to Emma and Scott would be the easiest and most obvious choice. They would be more than capable of making sure he was properly admonished. It seemed a little harsh, granted, but maybe that was what Adhmar needed. Yelling at him had certainly worked better than playing nice. Forge had yet to come up with a punishment that was more fitting, either.

More excuses. Forge was really getting tired of this. Well, with any luck, he wouldn’t have to put up with them much longer. “Yeah. You know what would have prevented that fight? Staying in bed.” It wasn’t like Adhmar could argue with Forge’s logic there. It was impeccable.

[Adhmar de Souza]

Adhmar looked over to the older male and said, "Yeah he could have stayed in bed as well...he probably is apart of the brotherhood or something." He turned back towards the window and continued to look out of his window. He didn't want to say much else to Forge. He was ready to get back to the school and go to his room. He really was ready for the school break. It was far too many rules here and he didn't seem to have anyone there to understand him completely. The drive from Brooklyn was long or seemed extremely long. He couldn't help but let out a loud sigh. Was it of annoyance? Possibly? Teens weren't able to keep still for too long as is.

Adhmar couldn't help but shift a little as they seemed to be finally coming up on the street that housed the school. Did he really care about his punishment? Not at that moment. He was more concerned with getting out of the car and being left alone. His night had been ruined and he didn't care about anything else. He needed to get to bed as he had class and an early morning training session. The training was sure to be torture but luckily tomorrow would be the last day of his classes for the week. As soon as the afternoon came he would be packing his overnight bags and would be on his way to his cousin's for the weekend. A break from the school would be just what he needed and plus he could get some great home cooked Brazilian food.

[Forge]

Forge snorted in reply to the boy's sorry defense, but didn't say anything. As if his imagined foe's imaginary transgression made Adhmar's behavior any more acceptable. Oh, to be young and stupid. “Not every asshole with powers is an international terrorist,” he commented in response. Look at Julian. Incredibly punchable, and yet fairly apt at holding up the ideals of the Institute. Adhmar was working his way towards being that much of a twit, but his decision-making process was still highly questionable. A case for Frosty? Maybe. Possibly. If nothing else, it would make the stupid boy realize just how lucky he was that Forge had been the one to pick him up.

At long last Forge turned into the Institute's driveway, and the massive gates blocking it opened automatically for him. One of the many advantages to his car in particular; no need to deal with the identification system at the gate.

He continued onward to the garage, parked, and finally looked back to Adhmar. Forge was tired; the boy obviously was too. Anything else they did tonight would just dissolve into another stupid, meaningless argument. “Get out. Go to your room and get some sleep. As soon as you're done with classes tomorrow, I want you in my office to discuss what your punishment should be. If you try to skirt it, I'll let Ms. Frost decide your punishment instead. Are we clear?” It was a very real threat, and Forge hoped Adhmar realized it. Besides, giving the boy the entire morning to think about what said punishment might be—and sweat—would be almost as painful as whatever Forge actually came up with.

[Adhmar de Souza]

Happy to be home and finally done with Forge's lecture happily obliged to Forge's request. He really wanted to completely blow Forge off but he contained himself. He didn't think turning and walking away from Forge in mid-sentence would be the best idea at the moment. Adhmar silently said, **Oh man...he will not let up will he? Gosh...I will never sneak out again if it will get him to shut up.** Putting on a brave face Adhmar said to the older X-man, "Okay Forge...You don't have to worry...I will not sneak out of that. As soon as I am done with class I will head over." However inside Adhmar was throwing a tantrum. Having to go see Forge was ruining his weekend plans. He wanted to get away from the school as quickly as possible. This obviously was changed last minute.

*********TIME SKIP********

Adhmar was finally released from his last training session with Wolverine. He groaned as he headed from the lower levels back to his room to shower quickly before heading to Forge's office. He was unbelievably sore. Was this God punishing him for sneaking out the night before? Probably...The Brazilian mutant was aching on muscles he never even knew he had. Wolverine put them through the wringer. With Logan it wasn't all about using one's powers. It was about being able to use your hand-to-hand combat skills with your powers being the last resort. Although a master in capoeira and well versed in other forms of martial arts Adhmar was still not used to the brutal sessions. Wolverine always said once your body became used to one of his sessions it was time to amp up the torture. No one wanted that option.

Adhmar allowed the hot water to wash over his body and quickly took care of his personal hygiene so he could go and see Forge. His mid back length jet black hair hung down his bag wet as he walked over to Forge's office. He wasn't as well put together as he normally would be but he was only going to hear Forge detail his punishment. Adhmar had to say that he had been giving a silent prayer that his punishment wasn't too harsh....

After the short walk from his room to Forge's office he knocked on the door gently before pushing it open a bit. He peek his head around the door and said, "I'm here like you asked me to be Forge..."

[Forge]

Forge had spent a good deal of time deliberating what to have Adhmar do. Far more than was productive, probably. His ideas hand ranged from the tedious to the disgusting to the humiliating. Eventually, however, he'd managed to come up with something suitable. In between his morning classes, he'd made the proper arrangements for it, as well. All that was left was actually talking to Adhmar to explain it. If the schedule that Forge had obtained from Adhmar's advisor was correct, he should be here shortly. Now, Forge sat in his office, reviewing the last batch of schematics from his engineering class. He was quite pleased with his students, as a whole. They were catching on quickly.

Forge was just starting to get worried about the time when Adhmar finally walked into his office, obviously fresh out of a shower. Good; the boy hadn't decided to skip out on his punishment after all. Probably understood the severity of Forge's earlier threat. He might have been seriously annoyed with the boy, but Frosty's detentions would be still be far less pleasant than his. “Glad you could fit me into your busy schedule,” he began dryly, shoving the schematics to the side to make room in the center of his desk. Forge leaned forward, propping his elbows on the cleared space. “Before I tell you what you'll be doing, I want your input. What do you think you did wrong last night, and how could you have prevented it?”

The boy had to be anxious, but Forge wasn't about to skip straight to the punishment. He wanted Adhmar to understand exactly why it was necessary, first. Hopefully he'd be more inclined to think today than he was last night. If not...well, Forge wasn't entirely sure what he'd do with the boy. The important thing was that Adhmar understood exactly how stupid he'd been. If he couldn't get that through to the boy, he wasn't sure that he could trust Adhmar out alone.

[Adhmar de Souza]

Walking in the office completely Adhmar looked at the older mutant who was speaking to him. Adhmar knew that this conversation was not going to be short and sweet. He knew Forge still was a bit peeved about what had taken place last night, or rather earlier that morning. Forge looked at Adhmar expecting a response from Adhmar. Wanting to take a moment and mouth off to Forge he still knew that wasn't a good idea. The male was seriously pissed at him so he knew his normal smart remark wouldn't be welcomed by Forge. Adhmar sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he contemplated his true answer.

Knowing that he was screwed either way he sat down and let out a sigh of frustration. Looking over he locked eyes with Forge, "Well....for one I could have just remained in bed. What's worst is when you did catch me I could have returned back here with you. I put up a fight and in turn caused more havoc for the both of us. The biggest part of it all is that I used my powers which caused sentinels to be deployed and I put myself in danger. Also the non-mutant population was in danger by myself and the others who I really can't blame for my part. I was in charge of my own actions. Instead of acting like a responsible teenager I behaved like a spoiled brat which in the end still didn't resolve anything." Not breaking his stare Adhmar shrugged and looked away momentarily.

Knowing that his weekend was probably ruined the more he thought about it Adhmar was ready to receive whatever punishment Forge was about to hand out. He looked to the male and said, "Whatever you have planned out for me I am sure I am deserving of it. I really jeopardized your post and I tried to use our personal relationship to keep you from doing your duty as my instructor and temporary guardian first. I really am sorry for that Forge...Even if you don't believe me I am sorry...Sorry for acting like a brat and wanting you to bend the rules for me..."

[Forge]

Thankfully for both of them, it seemed Adhmar had gotten over his attitude from the previous night. Instead of being a little bitch, he was owning up to what he'd done. Good. It was pretty obvious that the boy was still upset—and probably wanted to give Forge attitude—but he was restraining. That was all he needed. The technopath shaman nodded his acceptance of the boy's explanation, but remained quiet and let Adhmar continue talking. He was certainly chattier than he was last night. Even more amazingly, he wasn't whining or anything. Forge could feel his annoyance fading. The kid was willing to own up to his mistakes, which was a whole lot more than many people—including those supposedly more mature—could manage.

There it was. An actual apology. It seemed sincere, too. Maybe Adhmar wasn't a lost cause, after all. Forge nodded somberly, accepting it. That was enough to make him reconsider the boy's punishment slightly. He'd still get it—there was no way in hell the kid was getting out of this clean—but Forge figured he could halve the time and still get his point across. One day of work would still be plenty, and that would leave Adhmar with Sunday free. He wouldn't have an excuse for not getting his homework done, either.

“Good. Tomorrow morning, you'll be heading back to the city. I've arranged for you to spend your morning working at a bread line in Hell's Kitchen. It caters to the low-income mutant population there. Don't know where they'll put you to work yet, probably handing out food or cleaning dishes. You should be done by two in the afternoon.” It was a fairly easy punishment, considering, but maybe it would teach Adhmar a little humility. If Forge was lucky, maybe the boy would even get messy.

He was also neglecting to mention one other detail that had made him decide on this particular punishment. On a whim, he'd tracked down the kid that Adhmar had gotten into a fight with last night. He worked there as well, on behalf of his church. Forge had a feeling that their attitude towards each other would be a little different, considering the location and time; perhaps they'd even reconcile. If one of them did start a fight...well, it was probably the safest place to do so. There would be plenty of volunteers willing to break it up. Ones who were used to fights between mutants, and wouldn't take crap from two teenage volunteers.

[Adhmar de Souza]

When Adhmar heard what his Saturday was to consist of he wanted to explode. He didn't want to spend his entire Saturday in the city working in a hot kitchen. He hated doing that type of community service. He wasn't against community service as he often did it back in Brazil but he was totally against having to stand around a hot stove and sweat and clean up hundreds of plates and garbage. Bread lines were not his thing. They were really sad and they made Adhmar almost feel guilty and as if he were dirty for coming from money.

He didn't really know why Forge was torturing him. In all honesty it could be much worst. He could be doing manual labor around the school and be getting seen by the entire student body. Perhaps the bread line wouldn't be as bad as he was thinking. Adhmar had spoken with a few others who said that a few of the people they had served in the bread lines were a bit troublesome. That didn't mean that his own experience would be bad. He just decided it best to wait and see how things would turn out for him tomorrow. He had to get up early though...that was another strike against this "punishment." He knew that if he didn't show that Forge would know and it woudln't be a good thing.

Adhmar just sighed and said, "Okay...who is the contact person I need to meet with when I get there? Any suggestion on what I should wear?" Adhmar's problem was that he was a guy that liked to dress well...Even his jeans and t-shirts were expensive. He always wore new sneakers so he didn't really have anything that he didn't mind getting dirty. Perhaps he could do something nice for the bread line as well. He would take a donation or two. It was obvious that Forge was trying to making him how well he had it in his life. Adhmar knew he had a great life and a lot of others weren't as lucky as him. Perhaps the nice gesture Adhmar did will make Forge realize that the other night was just a lapse in complete judgement on Adhmar's side.

[Forge]

It was pretty clear that Adhmar was unhappy about his punishment, but that wasn't exactly something Forge felt any guilt over. It was a punishment, not a field trip. He was supposed to learn that he shouldn't get his sorry ass caught out of bed after midnight. Thankfully, there was no verbal complaint from the kid, no wall punching, and no sudden lightning storms. All in all, that was a pretty good reaction. Adhmar didn't think he was getting off easy, but he wasn't too pissed off about his punishment. It was a good middle ground, then. Forge mentally patted himself on the back, but kept his stern expression firmly in place. Didn't need Adhmar getting touchy about something else, after all.

The kid acquiesced with a sigh, asking a little more about the punishment. Even better. He was thinking today. “You'll be looking for a Rachel Emerson; she's your supervisor. Short, plump, massive amount of hair. Probably yelling at people. Doesn't matter much what you wear, as long as it isn't anything obscene, just prepare for it to get dirty. Any other questions?” he finished, leaning back in his chair. He was pretty sure that there was no need to warn Adhmar about wearing something appropriate; he doubted the boy would be caught dead wearing novelty t-shirts. He was far too vain for that. Granted, Forge wasn't sure that the kid had anything he wouldn't mind getting dirty. Gym clothes, perhaps. Maybe the teacher would need to stop by the kitchen and take some pictures of Adhmar working, if the kid did something new and exciting to piss him off. He doubted it, though. Amazing as it seemed to Forge, Adhmar was actually owning up to his mistakes, and accepting the consequences gracefully. Miracles did happen.