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Algebra

Rafe and Cleo hate each other.

They always have always will.

There is no real reason behind their hatred, just rages narcissistic self absorbed attitude and Cleos constant need to be right.

The only time Cleo ever actually saw Rafe lately was when she was with Sarah at her house. He would wander the hallways in a mood or sit in the kitchen angrily helping wheezie with her homework then getting annoyed when he couldn't do it.

"What kind of middle school does fucking algebra." Rafe huffs as he stares confused at the page.

"Maybe if you actually attended you would know." Cleo says walking into the kitchen with Sarah by her side.

"Shove it." Rafe mutters.

"Wait you didn't go to middle school?" Wheezie asks.

"Shut up wheeze." He says.

"He went just never showed up" Cleo says from the fridge, "that was his prime drug age." She waves her hands dramatically.

"I don't do drugs." He says, glaring at cleo than tilting his head slightly at wheezie.

"Of course." Cleo asks, winking at wheezie when Rafe turns back to the page.

"I don't know." Rafe sighs, standing and stomping over to the tap.

"Cleo?" Wheezie asks hopefully.

"You didn't even get past the first question!" Cleo says, genuinely surprised at rafes lack of integrity.

"Shut up." He snaps as he storms out into the garden probably to clean his motorbike for the hundredth time today.

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"Hey I got an A!" Wheezie yells as she runs inside, smiling widely and waving her test around.

"Huh, looks like your the official dumb sibling." Cleo says, patting Rafe on the shoulder as she walks past him, congratulating Wheezie.

"Lemme see." Rafe says, holding out his ringed hand as Wheezie passed it to him. He examines the paper, frowning at the little 'x' beside one of the questions.

"Good job." He says handing back the paper.

"No thanks to you." Cleo says cheekily.

"I teach her life skills, school doesn't matter." Rafe says back.

"Like what? How to sleep with ever-"

"I'm still here." Wheezie interrupts.

"No, I taught her how to rig a condom machine to give you them for free." Rafe boasts.

"She's 13! Why the hell would she need that?" Cleo says.

"Never to early to learn." Rafe says smiling up at her.

"Okay what else have you taught her?"

"How to ride a motorbike." Rafe boasts. Cleo looks over at wheezie with her eyebrows raised. She nods slightly.

"Why?" Cleo asks.

"Because it's useful."

"Not when your 13."

"Yeah it is." Rafe argues.

"So I'm gonna go..." Wheezie says, slowly backing out of the room.

The argument continues until Sarah finds them and takes Cleo away.

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Hi thx for reading!

Ik this chapter is short but the next will be a bit longer.

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