Ugly : clifford a.u

Spencer

“So, Luke how is school going?”

Surprised that he had been spoken to, Luke looked up from the pizza he had been bringing towards his mouth and lowered it, placing it on the thin paper plate infront of him.

“Good.” He replied, glancing from our Dad, to his wife of two weeks Katy, to their two year old son Carson.

“Good.” Dad grunted, taking a sip from his beer, “And lacrosse is going well I presume?”

Picking at the crust of pizza Luke nodded.

“How about girls?” Katy questioned, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the table, putting her cleavage on full display.

“What about them?” Luke asked, removing a stray piece of pepperoni from his pizza and placing it on his napkin.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she pressed.

Stiffening, he shook his head before reaching for his water.

“I see how it is.” Dad chuckled, “You don’t want to settle down and pick just one. Don’t worry. I was the same way when I was your age.”

Looking pale, Luke flashed a weak smile.

“It’s your fine.” He continued, not picking up on Luke’s obvious discomfort, “As long as you’re being safe. You are being safe right? Using condo….”

“Dad!” Luke blurted out, “I-I’ve got it.”

Glancing over at him sympathetically, I set down my fork.

“I’m doing well in school too.” I announced.

“Spence you’re homeschooled, you’re probably cheating.” Dad dismissed.

“I don’t cheat.” I said defensively, “I study.”

“Whatever you want to call it Spence.” He chuckled.

Frowning I looked down at my lap, however looked up again as Luke nudged my leg under the table with his knee, rolling his eyes when I glanced over at him. Smiling at him gratefully, I poked at my salad with my fork.

I’d known for as long as I can remember that Luke was my Dad’s favorite. I mean, of course he was, he was his pride and joy, his son, his firstborn, and I was just some kid from Africa who he had to pay to feed and clothe. He tried not to make it obvious, but I know that I was a disappointment. Ever since the dog incident, and I was no longer ‘pretty’ I lost all value I’d carried in his eyes.

“So,” Katy said randomly, clearly trying to keep the ball of conversation rolling, “Do you have a boyfriend Spencer?”

“Of course not!” my Dad laughed.

“Actually she does.” Luke spoke up, looking like he would love mothering more then to fly across the table and force feed cherry tomatoes down our father’s throat until he choked to death.

“Is that so?” Dad chuckled.

“That’s great!” Katy gushed, “Is he cute?”

“Um… yeah.” I admitted, not willing to admit that Michael wasn’t technically my boyfriend simply because I was getting huge satisfaction in proving my Dad wrong.

“That’s so cute!” Katy breathed, “What’s he like?”

“He’s kind.” I mumbled, ripping up the crust of my pizza, “And funny, and sarcastic, and sweet. He likes musicals, and dogs an…”

“He likes musicals?” my Dad interrupted, “Are you sure you got yourself a straight one?”

“Dad what the hell?” Luke demanded.