The World Doesn't Revolve Around You (A Jasico FanFiction)

Monday Morning Rumors

Piper Mclean----

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Monday morning rolls around and I roll out of bed ready to get going and leave this boring hell hole. Only when I come down the stairs for my breakfast my dad is sitting there. At the actual table, looking at me in person, and his frown glaring into me and there was no power button to flick off.

"Piper."

"Mr. McLean." I mimick back in the same tone.

"SIT. Down." He is trying to keep a calm exterior but I can see that he is about three seconds from exploding.

Taking a step towards the nearest chair his assistant comes and sits beside him, she smirks at me, as if this was going to not end well, which it probably won't, but that smirk just made want to leap down the fifteen person table and throttle her.

Taking the seat she glances over the long stretch of white stone to the tan man with short fashionable hair and a nice but relaxed blue and purple suit.

"So. I hear you came home drunk." He says, teeth still clenched in his skull.

"I was not drunk." I respond quickly, because it's true, she wasn't, she was very very high.

"Oh? Really? Because Angela-"

"Oh on first name basis now, how profesional." Rolling my eyes I look at the opposite wall,

blank white with a spotless white fireplace that doesn't ever get used but has professionally

arranged logs.

"PIPER!"

"WHAT?" I yell back, sick of having him only ever talk to me when I was in trouble with him, that he would only remember that I existed when I was being a bother in his life.

"Do not speak to me in that tone of voice young lady." He threatens standing up from his chair and leaning on the table.

"Don't speak to me in that tone of voice Sir!" I snarl back copying his stance daring him to correct me.

My was right, he was caught very off guard by that response. Getting up I grab my bag from the hall and sling it over my shoulder, slamming the perfect white door on my way out, enjoying the cracking sound it made as I flew down the stairs.

Catching the bus at Leo's stop I see bags under his eyes, "What's up?"

When he sees me he blushes deeply, I almost expected that if you X-rayed him he would have turned his own bones red, "Uh nothing much." Rubbing his arm he glances at me,

"Um, you remember Friday?"

"Yeah?"

"Uh..."

"Oh, us kissing? Yeah my critic is that you use way too much tongue." He looks her right in

the eye at that, "I've never been complained at before!"

"Yeah that's because they were busy gagging on your tongue!" I say laughing, clapping

him on the back he seems to relax.

"So are we good?" He asks looking still a little worried.

"Dude, we're peachy, just the weed. I swear your shit is always got some aphrodisiac in it."

Shaking my head I push him up onto the school bus and slam down into the seat across

the aisle from him.

Leaning against my book bag and stretching my feet out into his bench I close my eyes and let the slow creaking and squeaking of the bus lull me to sleep, that is until I hear the