"Dadddd," Your nine year old son whined, banging his head against the car seat, "I don't understand why I even have to go to school!". "Because otherwise my son would grow up without an education and would never get a job. Believe me kid, when you turn eighteen, your outta here" Brooklyn snickered from the drivers seat, he looked over to you and winked. You smiled back and turned in your seat to look at your son. "Come on! I'm Brooklyn Beckham's kid for crying out loud, I don't need an education! Just some hot babes and a jacuzzi tub and i'm good to go!" Your son groans, slinging his bag over his shoulder as Brooklyn pulled up in front of the school. "What?!" You snapped as your son quickly looks alarmed and leaps out of the car. "Nothing Mum, I love you bye" He says and slams the door, running up the front steps into the school. Brooklyn turned to you, offering an apologetic smirk, "He started watching Jersey Shore they other night"
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