HBC One Shots

Attitude fix (Joan Potter X Reader)

Background:
-Y/n Slater is Nigel's older sister. She's 17, tutored - after their mother's death, she has to take care of the household. (Imagine y/n as a bit more masculine and with a slight temperament, thank you) - Nigel is around 10, we are months after the passing of the mom.
-Ms. Potter is not married.
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Y/n's POV

I had to pick up my brother soon from school - thank god, we have another car. My dad was almost never at home, taking up more work since our mother's death - not that we had a great relationship, so it wasn't really a problem that he was hardly at home. Plus I loved having the house to myself, even if it was just for a couple of hours.

My tutor left hours ago, I usually have classes from 8-1 pm, after that I make some lunch, clean up and by the time I would sit my ass down, I have to hop in the car and get Nigel. We were always close, but since the passing, we became closer. I helped him in any way I could - homework, problems in school, whatever.

"Hey champ!" I greeted the blond boy as he entered the car, giving me a smile "Hey y/n! how was your day?" I started to drive to our house, approximetaly 15 minutes frome here. "Same old, what about yours?" he shrugged "Nothing interesting" then he started to talk about some boys, one of them punch the other for some lame ass reason.

We got to out house, Nigel got his backpack, running into the house "Eat lunch first, homework, after that you can tend your little garden" I knew he was smiling - Nigel loved almost every kind of plants, tending to them - that's why I helped him creating his place of peace in our backyard.

I went inside as well, closing the door behind me, when I heard my brother's voice "Who are you?" I went after Nigel's voice, finding him and a stranger in our kitchen. "The new cleaner, what is it look like?" the woman answered with way too much attitude, a cigarette in her mouth.

"Cut the attitude, the boy just asked you a reasonable question" I told her, getting a huff for a response. First of all, who the hell does she think she is? Second of all, which person cleans in a skirt, along with high heels and stockings? She was getting a bit on my nerves already.

"Nigel, get yourself a plate of anything you like from the fridge, heat it, go upstairs and eat it there" the boy didn't hesitate, did what he was told, soon enough it was just the stranger and me in the room. "Does my dad know you're here?" it was a dumb question, but the words were already said so...

"No, I broke in and thought I should scrub the kitchen floor clean. Knock it off, I don't got all day to talk to you, you little brat" now I had enough. I grabbed the woman by the back of her neck, slightly squeezing it, making her look at me "I advise you one more time to cut the attitude, woman. We will spend way more time in this house, than these couple of minutes"

I let go of her, going upstairs, when I heard my father's car stopping. I stopped on the foyer, without being seen as my father went into the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks, probably lingering his eyes on the backside of that bitch "Ah, Ms. Potter, you're still here!" from the corner of my eye, I could see the cleaner getting up, tidying her clothes.

Jesus christ, I might throw up. I went up to my room, changing into my training clothes. Going downstairs, I said hi to my dad, who stopped me "Y/n, have you met Ms. Potter?" his eyes all over the woman's body "Yeah, I had the...chance" not looking back, I went out for a long run.

Joan's POV

"Sorry about the attitude of my daughter" Mr. Slater scratched the back of his head "No problem, she's a teenager, I'm sure she'll wear it off" I chuckled, making him smile awkwardly. "Y/n has been a rebel all her life, but let's hope you'll be right Ms. Potter"