Christopher Ford or how people know him Chris is the bastard son of William Clay Ford Jr., who right now is the executive chairman of Ford Motor Company.
Chris has never met his father, and to be honest, he doesn't care about him. He has his mother, and that's it. Sure, his father sends money and a lot of it every month, but to be honest, is that out of love or out of the fact that they need to keep their mouth shuts about who Chris really is.
He and his mom have moved a lot, but there was always one place that felt like home. With his best friend Lucy Quinn Fabray, they were like magnets always around the other until well they had to move again. First, they called and talked, but eventually everything went silent, and now, years later, they are both someone they used to know.
Chris doesn't like making friends because, well, whenever he does, most of the time, they move again. It's just not worth it anymore. He likes music and dancing and even writes his own songs, but still, he does it alone in his room.
He has a short temper and isn't afraid to stand for his views. Wich brings him in a lot of fights with his mom, but at the end of the day, he's just alone and scared to let anyone in.
Chris's Pov
" I'm home." I yell as I walk into our house and drop my bag on the couch. Today was just shit did I get in a fight? Maybe, is mom gonna beat my ass probably.
"What happened to your lip!" Mom yells as she runs over and takes my cheeks in her hands.
"They were bullying this kid, I asked them nicely to stop, and they didn't." I say, and she smacks my shoulder.
"Stop getting into fights." She says as i see her rub her face out of frustration. "Then they need to stop bullying kids who can't fight for themselves." I state, and mom let's our eyes meet.
"I know you mean good, Chris, but one day, you're gonna get into a fight you can't win." Mom breaths out, and I look around the room, and you've got to be kidding me.
"We are moving again!" I more yell then asks as I see the boxes around the room. We've only been her for 3 months, mom is a substitute teacher, so yeah, sure, move around a lot, but shit here we go again.
"This is the last time." Mom says with a smile, and I quirk my brow at her, heard that story before.
"I've got a job as the math teacher at The William McKinley High School. So, no more moving." Mon says, and I scoff at her words. "Wouldn't be the first time I hear that. Why do you even work? The money the doner sends every month is more than enough to have a good life." I state with a shrug. The dude sends about 35k every month, like you can have a good life from that.
"I'm saving most of the money for you. Sure, I use some for expenses, but most goes into savings. I like teaching Chris. I'm doing it for me and not the money, and now I have a chance to teach full-time at a school." Mom says, and I search her eyes. I've seen her teach she does enjoy it. Let's just give it a chance.
"Fine, when do we leave." I mumble, and mom releases a squeel as she engulfs me into a hug.
"I start with the new school year, so we will move in the summer get used to the house and get settled in." Mom says as she pulls away but squeezes the blood out of my cheeks.
"Better start packing." I say with a fake smile. Let's hope this is the last time, and it's not some shit school like this one.
"You'll enjoy it." Mom says with a smile, and I quirk my brow at her. "And why's that." I say as I grab my backpack again.
"It's in Lima, Ohio." Mom says and holds on. "You'll never know who you'll see." She continues, and I gulp down. We used to live close to Lima it's where I met Lucy, but she's probably in another school district. It's of the past who cared anymore. We haven't talked in 6 years, and she says she even knows who I am anymore
"The past is the past." I mumble before making my way up the stairs.
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FanficChristopher Ford or how people know him Chris is the bastard son of William Clay Ford Jr., who right now is the executive chairman of Ford Motor Company. He and his mom have moved a lot, but there was always one place that felt like home. With his...