With You Forever

Teens...

The twins are 16 and Amber is 14. I know this is a huge time skip but there will be flashbacks and I really think this is interesting so ya.
Percy's pov

"Asher Montgomery Jackson are you crazy? Your asking if you can go to a baseball game with Tyler and Liam but your grade in band is horrible and your room looks like a bomb went off in there. And you smell like a cat peed all over you!"

"As for the band, you forced me to take band so it's not my fault. My room would be clean if Amber stayed out of it and I just got back fro a fight so ya, I stink! Why did I ask you is the better question. I should have asked mom! At least I can have a decent conversation with her and she doesn't always complain about me!" My son retorted.

"Your taking band because you need the credits. And do not go around acting like this is all my fault! I work all day to provide for this family so don't you dare go there."

"I can and I will Mr. 'You need to cut your hair, it looks like dog poo.' 'You need to clean your room it smells like a pig took a dump in here' 'You need to be a better example for your sisters' 'You need to get new friends, their horrible influences!'! Just take a chill man! If you have a problem with Tyler than go talk to Mr. Valdez. If you have a problem with Liam go talk to Mrs. Hadder."

I glared at my son as I pulled the car up in the driveway of our mansion.

"You won't need to ask your mother because I'll be talking to her, and not just about the fact that I had to leave a business meeting to pick you up from school because you started a fight and got suspended."

"What! I did not start the fight, Robertson did. And if you let me get a car you wouldn't have to pick me up!"

I stormed out of the car and up to the front door, looking behind me I saw Asher walking behind me, grumbling. He was wearing dark jeans, a grey t-shirt that accented his muscles and his leather jacket. His dark wavy hair was swept to the side, the way kids do it now. His grey eyes were fixed on his phone as he typed a message, probably to some girl. I shook my head and opened the front door, taking off my shoes at the entrance, Asher walked past me and up the stairs, heading to his room.

"You didn't take of your shoes young man. Your gonna clean the dirt off this floor." I called up the stairs.

"Hey honey, why are you home so early?" I looked over at my wife and immediately relaxed.

"Why does he hate me?" I asked in a childish voice.

"He doesn't, you two are just so alike it pulls you apart. Maybe it has to do with the fact that you like him the least out of all of our children." Annabeth sighed.

"I do not." I retorted.

"You would always take the girls out to get ice cream,while Ash stayed home. You bought them random presents but never got him anything. You compliment and help the girls where you look down on him and tell him to do it himself. He already feels different because of the curse. It's like you act like he's infected or something." Annabeth explained.

When I didn't answer she went to make lunch. I walked outside to the pool after changing into my swim trunks and did a few warm-up laps while mulling over what she said. Then I got into the hot tub and grabbed my phone to look at the news. Apparently another member of a fight gang was discovered. A few groups of teen boys had been meeting at random places and beating the crap out of each other, stealing, drinking underage, and vandalizing public property. Only a few members of the four groups had been discovered and didn't give information about the other members. It had been a minor thing until someone had seen a fight and tried to stop it, the man was sent to the hospital with a concussion, and a broken arm.

I walked to the table where Annabeth had set out plates and Addie was doing homework. Addie stayed home from school because of a fever. Asher came stomping down the stairs a minute later and Addie looked up, her eyes shining. I frowned, he was a bad influence on the girls but they both still adored him.

"I heard you got in a fight. Spill the scores captain." Addie said.

"My score: I got a punch to the jaw, kicked in the side, and thrown into a locker."

"Wow...who fought you? Normally they can hardly touch you." Yes, this was a game to them.

"The-one-we-don't-talk-about's-score: I gave him a kick where the sun doesn't shine, smashed him into two lockers, broke one of his fingers, and he may have a concussion."

"Oh, him. You should have hit him harder." The him was Daniel Robertson, who had done some not kind things to Addie a year ago, resulting in major problems between our families.

"I couldn't or I would be expelled, not suspended. What's for lunch?"

"You get leftovers. The rest of us get Jimmy John's,unless you want to pay for yourself mister 'I wanna get in fights and it be completely fine'." Annabeth said.

"Fine." Asher groaned and walked over to the fridge.

"WHAT! Mom, the only leftovers are fish and shrimp."

"Really? Oh, I guess you can have Jimmy John's." Annabeth consented, Asher was deathly allergic to fish and shrimp, plain milk, and peanuts or peanut butter.

"When will it be here?" Addie asked after I ordered.

"Ten minutes." I answered.

"I'm going on a ride, be back soon."
Ashers pov

I walked into the driveway and grabbed my helmet and turned my sleek black motorcycle on. I backed out of the driveway and turned down the road, after a few minutes I arrived at an old shed. It was large and abandoned. I took my helmet off and jogged inside, immediately greeted by my friends. Liam and Tyler were smoking and talking to someone I didn't recognize. James was drinking. Jordan, Elias, and Lincoln were betting on something Kayden and Ben were doing. Alex was passed on on a couch.

"Hey, who's the newbie?" I asked as every one gathered around the fire pit.

"This is Jack. He wants to join. I interviewed him." Liam informed me.

"Jack. I'm Tyler Valdez, Liam and I are the second in charge people here, but I'm the hottest." Tyler said.

"Who's in charge then?" Jack asked.

"That would be the fighting machine. He's quick, clever, and has never lost in a fight. Asher Jackson."

I grinned."If you can do the initiation your in. But remember, if you get caught you tell the police nothing. I mean zero info. None. If you do I will personally make you life a living hell, then kill you. It. Will. Not. Be. Fun. I'm the leader of this. We are a fighting gang." My smile widened, "And trust me, we are the best illegal fighting group in this town."

I walked over to the cooler and grabbed a beer.Technically I was underage but with the amount of illegal stuff I do, this is nothing. Nobody knew I was part of this except the eleven guys around me. There was almost nothing I regretted about this. My fatal flaw was independence. No one chose who I was or what I did. I made my own life. I did not need help nor want it. My life motto was 'No Regret' but I did regret one thing-lying to my mom.