Perfect and the Punk♥H.S (au)

Ch.4 Life at Home

*Harry's P.O.V.

I got home at around seven'o clock. The house was quite small and cluttered. I guess that's what happens when your mom works an 18 hour shift everyday at an hospital that barely wants to pay you anything. Dad had died three years ago from lung cancer. Then, Gemma got excepted to that "make up" school. Now uncle Preston lives with me and mom. I swear he's a dick. I can't evaluate as to why mum would sign herself up to raise an agressive inoperative infantile drunk 40 year old child. it's pointless.

"Hey mum" I sighed about to walk up the stairs.

"Hey hun, how was your first day?"

"Same as the last two years... Stupid."

"Please, Harold, you promised me this year you would do better."

"Okay. I never said I wasn't. "

"You know just because your dad die-"

"Don't start!" I yelled harshly.

"You have to move on."

"HOW THE FU- WHAT! How am I suppose...Did you even love him?"

"Of course I did."

"Then why did you cheat on him with Mr. Hill?"

"You don't understand, Hazza. He was so caught up in his job and-"

"This man gave his life to you."

"If anything I gave my life to him. Just in case you forgot there was a 12 year age difference.  I didn't want kids at twenty. "

"So, your saying you didn't want me and Gemma"

"No, I love you guys with all my heart. what im saying is-"

"Whatever." I wisper heading up to my room.

*Clarke's P.O.V.

Practice had finally ended, and I got home only to be met by more chaos. Sophia was anything, but a mom. I felt like Cinderella in this house always cooking, cleaning, helping, and encouraging. which was Sophia's job, but it seems like the only thing she knows how to do is get pregnant and persuade.  That is why she works as a real estate agent, but somehow I still manage to take her phone calls and do her paper work.

I sat my back pack down and went straight to the kitchen to start dinner. Okay, green beans, pasta, alfredo sauce, chicken breast, and garlic bread.

I boiled the water for the noodles, and took out the cookie sheet to put the garlic bread on.

"Sithy! Sithy! Sithy! Pick me up!" Tyler ran to me. I grabbed him and rubbed his curly brown hair.

"How was your first day of preschool, handsome?"

"It was cool. I have a gurlfrwend. she talk funny. "

"Oh really, whats her name?"

"Um... uh... Ally... or Annie. I fowrget." He mumbled. His brown eyes starting to get bigger as he plays with his fingers.

"CLARKE!" I hear Payton scream.

"WHAT?" I yell back. Her feet trot down the wooden stairs, black curly untainted hair bouncing all over the place.

"Do you understand quantum
theory?"

"You're in a higher math class then me and I'm in tenth grade. Look it up." I said a little too harshly. I turned back to check on the food while Tyler was still glued to my hip sucking his thumb. I was about to put the chicken in the oven but then...

"CLARKE!" Jesus.

"What Mark?"

"Can you help me with some soccer drills? I wanna get on the team."

"Go ask Jack. I'm making dinner."

"But Jack doesn't understand soccer like you do."

"Later."I put the plates and silverware down on the table and get back to the kitchen.

"CLARKE!"

"GOD DAMNIT! WHAT MARY?"

"What time is it?"What the fuck, man.

"Ummm... do you not have a celluar device in that crevice of your rough material shorts."

"Oh right, thanks."

20 minutes later.

   Everything was finally prepared, so I called them all down.

"Clarke put the boy down. He's
three." Sophia waddled in with her nine month pregnant belly.

"You never gave him time to be a baby." I muttered as I put him in his booster seat.

"So, how was everyone's first day?" dad said changing the subject. He always hated when we argued but never intruded.

"Two boys asked me out." Mary answered.

"I already got 20 more followers on IG." Tae inputted.

"Well, Mary and Tae ruined my friendship with a nice boy, my locker won't open unless you beat it, my art teacher is a creep, and I wanna go back to America and marry Jacob!" I yelled all in one breath.

"Well you can't. "

"I didn't fucking ask you, Sophia. "

"Don't talk to me like that."

"Your not my fucking mom, so I can talk to you however I want."

"Damn right I'm not your mom. I'll never be her, and you can go dig her out the grave if you want her."

I shut up and ran to my room. God I hate this family.