The stepbrother // c.h

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((AN: okay im trying to do a chapter lmao, also CAL IN THE MEDIA GIVES ME LIFE HAHA))

Finola.

"Up, up, up! It's half eight for God's sake!" I heard my mother practically knocking down my bedroom door, she was beating the crap out of it.

"I'm up, I'm up," I groaned, snuggling more into the fluffy warmth of my pillow. "I'll be down in ten."

Mum manages to open my door and noticed me sinking further into the depths of my blankets. "Finny, please just get up. I really don't want to raise my voice." ((AN: This is literally my mom okay))

I groaned, stretching and kicking off the blankets. "Okay, okay. If you could also get out, that'd be great. Y'know, so I can actually get dressed." I mumbled, pushing my feeble arms against her as a pathetic attempt to get her out of my room. I blinked, realising she wasn't moving and began contemplating wether to actually pay attention in P.E class now.

"Only because I'm in a good mood, I won't get pissed. Now get dressed, you have school,"she sassed. My mother and I were close enough to swear comfortably around each other. ((AN: literally tho, me and my mom)) "And wear something warm, the weathers promised bad today."

My half-blind eyes flickered over to the window where the blurry picture of raindrops were visible on the glass. I muttered under my breath as my mum left the room, and desperately pawed at my dresser for my glasses, knocking over my alarm clock in the process, causing it to ring out. I cursed, bending down to pick it up and turn it off. It didn't turn off. I sighed in frustration, deciding to rip the batteries out altogether.

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I trudged down the stairs, pulling my hair into a ponytail. Mum was at the table, chipper as ever, with toast made and a box of Cheerios on the table, complete with two bowls and two spoons.

"Morning! You're looking happy," I said, looking up from buttering my toast. "How was the date?"

"Oh it was great, he was such a gentleman! I can't wait for you to meet him, Finny!" She gushed as a sparkle appeared in her eyes. Wow, she must really like this dude.

"Mum, I don't even know his name," I snorted.

"It's David."

"That's great help," I mumbled with a mouthful of toast. "I'll definitely be able to track him down with his first name!" I exclaimed sarcastically, flashing her a grin and two thumbs up, toast falling out of my mouth in the process. "Shit," I muttered, quickly brushing the bits of toast off the table and into my hand, before claiming there was a "five second rule" and shoving them back in my mouth.

"I live with a pig," my mum muttered, shaking her head with a grin before picking up her car keys to drive me to school.

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The car ride with my mum consisted of debating what radio station to listen to, what to have for dinner, when I'd meet this "David" dude, and having to turn back because I forgot my school bag.

We eventually arrived at school twenty minutes late, and while I tried to play it off cool, I was having a shit fit inside. You see, I'm classed as quite a 'nerd', and being the nerd I am, I was always early. I've never, ever been to school late and I didn't know what would happen to me if I was late. I sprinted to my locker, glancing as a few other late people were at their locker too. In our school, if you're late, you have to go to the secretary who'll give you a late slip which you hand to your teacher. But the part of being late that scared me the most, what the vice principal, Mr. Baker.

Mr. Baker was a sad-looking man. He looked to be at least five foot seven in height, he was also quite heavy for his height, always wearing a navy blue suit and a pink tie, a permanent scowl on his face that was surrounded by dark grey stubble, splotchy red cheeks and he had wisps of white hair on the top of his head. He really did remind me of Donald Trump, honestly. From the attitude to the looks, everything screamed Donald Trump.

If you were caught by Mr. Baker, you were in for hell. This dude in my history class, I think his name was Michael or something like that, he got caught late by Mr. Baker and ended up repainting the walls of the gym, and worked in the cafeteria for a week. Mr. Baker is well known in our area for his cruel punishments. Our principal, Mrs. Martin, is great though.

I quickly dashed into the secretary's office, begging for a late slip. A few teachers in there gaped at me, probably wondering why the hell is Finola Archer late for class?. The secretary, whose name I don't even know, passed me the late note, looking at me with sympathetic eyes as she whispered "good luck." I thanked her and looked left and right after walking out, quickly blessing myself before sprinting out into halls, running to the next class.

I skidded around a corner as I heard a gruff voice shout "Why are you so late out in the halls?" I slowly turned around.

It was Mr. Baker.

"Yeah, you! Come here this instant!" I furrowed my eyebrows. Oh wait, Mr. Baker's vision is quite bad. I contemplated wether to walk to him or run for the hills.

"Get over her right now! You're getting a detention!" He roared.

So I ran for the hills.

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wow okay it started

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Rosie x