Forever.

Chapter 4.

Ryne's P.O.V.

*OH MIS GOSH!!! RYNE WAKE UUUUUUUP! PLEASE FOR YOUR BESTFRIEND!! YOU GOTTA GET UP FOR SCHOOL. YOU GOTTA LOOK --* I shut off my alarm that wake me up every morning to.

Obviously my Poppy made it for me. She thinks if every morning I wake up to her voice then I'm in a better mood. And she's right but I would never admit that to her. She'd never let me live it down. She's a nut case.

Rolling out of bed to take a quick shower was hard. My bed is so warm and comfy, but I do it anyways. Washing my body and hair in AXE stuff to smell good and then hop out. I go to my closet and pick out what I'm wearing. I grab a black t-shirt and black skinny jean with my black combat boot. Man I look like a total bad ass. I brush my teeth style my hair put colon and de-o on and grab my bag and head down stair to get a quick bit of food before my Poppy comes and gets me.

"Ryne, why are grade all low? Boy ddin't I tell you to bring them up? I mean really, how do you expect to get into college with you sh*it grades? You won't. Gosh your such a screw up. You really need-"

"Derick do not call my son a screw up. He's just having a little trouble and I'm sure that Paris wouldn't mind helping him out, right honey?" My mom asked me.

"No, I'm sure she won't. But I'm not going to ask her because she has other things to fo other than to help me." I say to her.

"That little nerdy girl you bring over all the time and take her to your room. She's Paris?" I nod. "Ha.. she doesn't have a life. She hangs out with you for gosh sake's. She can't be that smart."

"Don't you dare talk about her like that. She the smartest girl in our school, so shut the f*ck up Derick. You don't know anything about her and you never will, so shut up and get the f*ck up."

"You little prick. Don't talk to me like that. You will respect me. Your a low grade low life. You'll never live up to anything. EVER."

"Derick do not talk to my boy like that." And that's when Derick made the worst mistake of his life, he slapped my mom.

I didn't even think. I punch the step dick in the gut and didn't stop. Mom finally pulled me off of him. Ryker came down stairs and I stormed out of the house. Thank God for Poppy for being there.

I got in the passenger seat and just stared out the front window.

"Step dick?"

"Yeah"

And for that simple work Poppy hurried and got out of the driveway. In minutes we were at school.

By the end of the day Poppy seed had already sent me over 76 text saying how we could murder or get step dick out of my little families life. I laughed at most then thought about little of them.

The bell rang and I met Poppy at the parking lot where we always met. She gave me hug then took me to her place.