Angel

•prologue•

"Brad, how many fuckin times do I have to tell you? I don't need you to make me lunch!" I held up the lunch box Brad gave me annoyed.

"Why not? I even added a little note to it. Look" he pointed with slight excitement to the little post it note there was attached to it.

Hope you have a wonderful day, YOLO

"Brad, what the fuck is this?" I took the post it note of the lunchbox I held it close to his face. "Like I said, a note. Isn't that what the kids say nowadays? Yolo?" He chuckled awkwardly.

Brad stopped chuckling as he notice my expression stayed cold. I crumbled up the paper in my hands an threw it on the ground.

"Here" I held the lunchbox up to him. Brad looked between the lunchbox and me, unsure of what to do. "Take it" I snapped and he quickly took it from my hands.

"Eat it yourself, don't throw it in the trash" I told him, walking towards the fridge and grabbed a Capri-sun mom bought for Dylan and Megan.

"But- but I already made my lunch" brad stuttered nervously.

I seriously don't think he should be scared of a sixteen year old like he is of me, but, oh well, works better for me.

"Everyday there are millions of kids dying of hunger, and you're going to complain about having to eat too much food?" I frowned at Brad.

"No- no, that wasn't my intention-" "Do you want the kids to die of hunger, Brad?" I lifted an eyebrow at him, casually drinking my Capri- sun while I watched Brad stutter around nervously.

Brad looked to the side and let out a breath of relief as he saw Dylan walking into the kitchen.

"Hey, Dylan! Goodmorning!" Brad said with a too wide grin. "Whatever" Dylan responded tiredly and walked tiredly to the dining room.

"Don't make that big ass smile, you look like the grinch" I told Brad and smirked as I saw his expression drop.

"Goodmorning, Angel" Megan came from around the corner with a tired smile, with a paper in hand. "Goodmorning, Mr Whitaker" Megan said to Brad.

"Goodmorning, Megan" Brad put on his grinch smile, acting like Megan still hasn't called Brad by his name yet.

"Can you please put this on the fridge?" Megan asked Brad, holding out a drawing she made.

I soon as I caught a glimpse of her drawing, I was trying so hard not to laugh in Brad's right now.

"Well, sure. Did you make another drawing of our family?" Brad asker her, clearly not having seen the drawing yet.

Brad looked at the drawing, and then glanced at me for a second, seeing me holding my laugh in. "Lets see" Brad mumbled and crouched down to Megan's level.

Megan went to stand beside Brad and Brad looked at it with an unsure expression.

"That's me and Dylan and mommy and Angel" Megan pointed to the people she drew standing next to eachother. "I even got your tattoo" Megan beamed up at me and pointed at the little angel wings she drew at the drawing's wrist.

"It looks really good, Megs" I winked at her while she giggled with excitement.

Megan turned her attention back to her drawing and pointed at another person she drew in the far corner.

"And over here, far, far away, is you" she told Brad. "Oh? And am I wearing a baseball cap?" Brad asked confused.

"It's not a baseball cap" I shook my head at him. "That's the knife in your head, because I was killing you in the eye" Megan told him.

"Oh, I see" Brad nodded. "Well, I love how you drew my hair" Brad told her. "That's poop" she smiled innocently before turning around and joining Dylan in the dining room.

"Well, it's well drawn. And I'm guessing it's dog poop?" Brad chuckled awkwardly.

"That's homeless man poop" Megan sassed and sat down next to Dylan at the table. "Oh" Brad murmured.

"Yeah, Brad, that's homeless man poop, don't you see it?" I smirked and went to sit down next to Dylan.

"Make a copy of that drawing for me, will you?" I whispered to Megan, who giggled and nodded her head in response.

I think Megan and Dylan probably already know how much I don't like Brad. I don't hate him but I don't need another father figure in my life right now.