The Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 32 - Drunk Dad's and Ice Cream

Miles P.O.V

In the two minutes we had left of the test I spent it staring at Georgia's legs. I know she is stuck on the test by the way her leg is bouncing up and down, more than distracting me. 

I looked forward to see Mrs Jordan turn around. Just when I am certain I am not in her eye sight I shove my test onto Georgia's test making her jump out of her skin.

"Questions forty four, forty nine and fifty, you have got wrong." I whispered lowering my head. She looked at me confused. 

One minute left. 

"Fine." She snapped jotting down the questions I highlighted. It took no longer than ten seconds for her to write the numbers and equations in the spaces available. I swiftly took my test back before Mrs Jordan saw anything suspicious. 

"And that's time." The middle aged woman stood up leaning on her desk. She has bad knees, I can tell. "Give me your tests. Kieran stop writing the answers in, time is up."

I looked over to the cute brunette next door to me and gave her a thumbs up. Georgia returned it but didn't seem too sure. 

*

I walked out of the school and went straight over to the car ignoring the long que of girls staring at me like lost puppies. Just for entertainment I gave them all a quick wink, I could practically see their hearts pumping out of their rather exposed chests.

What can I say.

I pulled up in the drive way and clicked the button attached to my car keys which opens up the garage door. To my surpise, Dad's black Bentley GT was sat in there. I drove up and parked next door to it.

That's weird, what's Dad doing home?

Twirling my car keys around my finger I got out and went through the door that goes straight into the laundry room. Laya was in there folding one of Dad's shirts.

"Dad's home?" I asked stepping over a pile of clothes.

"Yes." 

Loud voices echoed through the house. There is a screaming match taking place. Mum and Dad both seemed shocked when they saw me standing in the door way.

"Miles, darling." Mum came over to me and gave me a brief hug before walking past me. I could see her blood shot eyes. 

She had been crying. 

"Your fucking mother." Dad yelled hitting his fist on the hard marble of the kitchen island. "Over spending." 

"Calm the fuck down." I yelled back at him. His face was bright red. Now I know why Laya had shut herself in the laundry room. 

Dad barely comes home in the week days and when he does he is either drunk or in a shitty mood. In this current moment I think both of those apply to him. 

"Shut up Miles." He said shaking his head at me. I walked over and moved the vase clutching a rose in to the opposite side of the surface. He is taking his anger out on everything so it's best I move everything.

"Sober the fuck up, it's only four twenty." I said frowning at him. One thing I hate most in life is seeing Dad in a drunken state. The top three buttons on his shirt are un done and he has formed a light stubble on his face.

"Oh fuck off son. Go talk to your mother."

"Stop telling your son to fuck off Dad for christ sake. Go and calm down then we will sort whatever has happened out." My temper is rising now. This is supposed to be the man I look up to.