Terminal. (Michael Clifford Fanfiction)

Chapter Two

Logan's keys fall onto our granite kitchen counter with a loud rattling noise.

"I'm going to bed." Logan sighs and walks up the spiral staircase and into his room.

I hear a shuffling noise in the office so I open the door. My dad was sitting in his chair with his hair perfectly slicked back and his royal blue eyes rapidly searching across his papers.

"Dad?" I ask. His head snaps up from his work and he smiles.

"Darling! How was your day?"

"Pretty shitty. Why didn't you come see mom today?" I glare at him.

"Well, I had work Madeline." He frowns and gestures to his stacks of paperwork.

"They can't give you time off because your wife is dying?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I can't take off work for six months to a year. I love you mom and I see her as much as I can. She and I would prefer I keep working so I can pay for her hospital bills and for any treatment she might find in the future. Also because I'm sure you would like it if we stayed in the upper class." He chuckles a little. I roll my eyes.

"I like having enough money to suffice, Dad. I don't like being perceived as a snotty little rich girl at school."

"Well take the people who are saying that on a shopping spree, then they won't say that!" He slaps his knee and I can't help but laugh.

"Still got some jokes in you old man." I lightly punch his shoulder and walk out of the room and into mine.

When I wake up for school in the morning Logan comes in and tells me that I have to walk home, he was going to hang out with his friends.

"Okay." I mumble.

When he leaves I pull on my black converse after my skinny jeans with my Brandy Melville ballerina crop top. I put on some light eyeliner around my blue eyes. That was the only thing I was happy about getting from my dad. I brush my naturally straight hair and leave without having breakfast, again.

"It seems to me you have ants up your ass every time we leave for school." I say and turn up the music in my brothers Aston Martin. An 18 year old boy gets a fucking Aston Martin for his birthday.

"LA traffic and good parking gets me going." He laughs.

"Why so you can show off your new car?"

"Maybe a little." He reaches over and gently pokes my cheek. "We should write a book called Perks Of Your Dad Being the Top Attorney In the State, Chapter one: Nice cars." he laughs at his own jokes too much.

He pulls into the parking lot of our school and gets out.

"Where's your backpack?" I ask.

"I think I left it at Burger King. I don't need it anyways. Seniors don't even do anything." He smiles evilly and walks to his group of friends, mostly girls.

Logan was my only friend at school which was the sad part. Oh well.

My first class was Biology. I hated this class especially because I really didn't know anyone. I'm one of those people that knows others and talks to others but is not friends with anyone. I only knew two people's names in this class. My teacher Mr. Miller and a girl names Janet who asked me about what kind of acne treatment I used to "get my skin so clear" once.

I felt a poke on my shoulder in the middle of class. I turned around and saw the boy I ran into yesterday. You know, the one that's not too bad to look at. He had brown hair that spiked up in the back and sort of came down in the front. He had piercing green eyes and the sweetest smile.