𝐎𝐡, 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡è

Chapter Six: Know Your Place

"No thanks for the ride, Ryder?" He sarcastically asks, a smirk plastering against his rosy lips. "Most girls would die for this opportunity and you won't even thank me?" He asks once again and I roll my eyes.

"Look at it this way, Carter. I'm not like most girls and I never asked for a ride. So it's really fitting that I don't thank you at all. Have a good night, though," I say, flashing a fake smile. Unbuckling myself, I jump out of my seat and bend down to meet his eyes. "And we still have to get that report done," I continue, waving my fingers at him.

As I strut to my home, I don't look back. What? It's only fitting that I don't lead him on by giving him the message that I'm interested. Glancing back is practically the message that I want him down my pants and I don't.

"See you tomorrow, Howard!" He calls after me. I don't look back though. I keep my eyes trained on my ivory painted double story home with emerald green leaves falling from the trees and flowers of red and yellow blooming along the garden. My new home is actually really nice but I never actually settled in enough to unload my stuff and make it to my personal liking. I guess I have work to do.

"Don't count on it, Carter!" I yell, flicking him off with my wrist and opening the door with my spare key. "Mum, I'm home!" I exclaim. I close the door after me and walk to the kitchen where my mother and Adam usually are. They both love food equally so they're always whipping some new dish to eat.

"Hey hun, how was school?" She asks. "Did your attitude get the best of you?" She continues and I grin widely.

"You know it did, mum. Who's Brittany without her rude and sarcastic attitude?" I ask and I chuckle slightly with a small smile.

"Yep, that's the girl I know. Even though you need to watch your tongue most of the time, I wouldn't have it any other way. Who's the little girl?" She asks, eyeing Stella.

"My daughter. She's my assignment for CAFS," I say as I place her in my mother's arms.

"I didn't know I'll be a grandma at this age," she jokes. "Who's the father?" She asks. Well, of course she would ask. What's my mother without some gossip and drama, right?

"Just the 'schools bad boy'," I say, quoting the words with my fingers. "He's also the Principals son and he couldn't of been a bigger douche," I state and roll my eyes.

"Well, that's something you have in common," she jokes and I narrow my eyes slightly.

"Are you calling me a douche?" I ask.

"No, what mother do you take me for?" She says as she dramatically gasps and places a hand on her chest. What a drama queen. I guess I know where I get it from then.

"Where's Adam anyways?" I ask as I look around the kitchen quickly.

"He's in the living room. You know you can call him dad, it's been a while since you had a male figure in your life, Brittany," she says as her eyes gleam with hope but I don't budge.

"I'm fine without a father. Look how well I took care of myself. I'm smart, loveable, hot and charismatic," I say with a chuckle. I know, I'm full of myself but what can I do? Without a little confidence, I'm practically left vulnerable for anyone to pounce and eat me alive.

"I've never seen anyone like you, Brit," she sighs and I laugh even louder.

"I doubt you would, mum, I'm one of a kind,"

"Anyways, your father sent you a letter," she says and pulls out a white envelope. "I think you should read it, Brit," she encourages.

"No thank you," I say, flicking her off with my wrist and roll my eyes. "I'm fine without him,"