I groan when the Principal's door is opened. I try to sink lower in my seat but it won't work as I can already feel his stare.
"This would be 3 fights in a week, Mr. Woods." Mr. Robertson announces to my Dad. "This is suspension."
"I am aware, now Seth let's go." my dad sneers. I sigh to myself but stand up and grab my backpack. I follow him out of the school and into his car. We sit in silence and I'm prepared for the angry words to come out of his mouth. As there is no blow by the time he parks the car in the driveway, I hop out of the truck and into the house. "And where do you think you're going?" My Dad snaps as I start to walk up to my room.
"My room." I answer. My dad glares at me, I sigh, and follow him into the kitchen. I smile at my mom when I see her sitting at the table with a coffee in her hand but my smile quickly fades when I see just how pissed off she is.
"Sit." My Dad bosses. I sit in a chair across from my Mom. "Care to explain." He huffs as he throws something on the table. I grab it and chuckle as I scan over the weed in the bag.
"I tried it once, okay? Ryan picked some up and we tried it. Dad, your kids are bound to smoke some, Emilee will end up trying some as well." I tell him as I talk about my fifteen year old sister.
"No, this isn't okay, Seth!" My Mom cries out. "Three fights in a week, really Seth?"
"You know I don't just pick up fights, Mom there were reasons."
My Dad arches an eyebrow. "Explain yourself."
"Some douchebag was making a move on Emilee, he has a player status so I roughed him a little. Yesterday was because Ryan was being picked on and today this dude thought it was okay to lift up Emilee's skirt. See, excellent reasons, Dad now may I be excused?"
"No, go get Emilee from school." He bosses. I nod and grab my car keys off the kitchen counter and head out of the door.
My Mom and Dad are I guess what you could say laid back parents, but if we get in trouble they become the 'strict parents.' They do it because I know they only want what's best for Emilee and I. I understand that. I guess I'm pretty lucky to have parents like them because not many people can say their parents don't give them the space they need.
"Those things go on your record." Emilee shares as she gets in my car.
"Well hi to you too," I grumble. "and its not like I'm going to college anyway."
Emilee looks over at me. "And why not? You still have all this year to think about it."
I shrug. "Doesn't really intrigue me."
"Suit yourself."
I guess you could say Emilee looks like my mom, well because she does. Her short and small frame, the long and wavy dark blonde hair, popping hazel eyes, skinny oval face, and her pale complexion. Then of course she has Mom's smartass attitude and smart brains.
Where as Emilee was a spitting image of my Mom, I looked like my Dad. The tall and bulky build, tan complexion, light sandy brunette hair, gray eyes with the specks of violet, and the round face. I ended up with my Dad's angry attitude as Emilee calls it but what can I say? I'm just a moody 18 year old.
As I pull into the driveway Emilee and I look at the house next to ours where there was a moving truck in the driveway.
"Someone finally bought the house." Emilee says.
I look over at her. "Nooooo."
Emilee punches my arm and rolls her eyes. "Shut up." She giggles. "Anyway aren't you grounded?" I shake my head then take my keys out of the initiation and stand out of my car. I snap my head to the neighbors house when I hear something crack.
"Lacey!" A Man's voice yells. I look at Emilee and she's looking at the neighbors house too.
"Sorry, it slipped!" Goosebumps run up and down my arms at the sound of a very beautiful voice.
"Lacey! Can you help me pack up my room?" I stare at the door way to the neighbors house to see a little girl standing there.
"Hold on, I have to pick up the vase first." The beautiful voice replies back, Lacey. I try to get a glance at this Lacey girl but I can't as the truck was in the way.
"Coming in?" Emilee questions as she starts walking up the driveway. I check to see if I can see Lacey once more before sighing and following Emilee into the air conditioned house.
"Seth!" I stop and turn around as I was ready to run up to my room. "Get an attitude check before tomorrow! We have company coming over!" My Dad yells. I roll my eyes and continue making my way to my room.
A small smile makes it on my lips. Lacey.
*
Cade grins at me when I walk down the stairs.
"Jesus buddy! Stop growing on me!" Cade teases and I chuckle. Cade and I do our usual bro hug and I turn to Brittany.
"Hi Brit." I greet.
Brittany sends me a smile. "Hi, munchkin." I cringe at her nickname. I then greet the others around the kitchen that include Noah, Alex, Ross, Nicole, Chance, Silver, Matt, and Miranda.
"So I heard you quit lacrosse." Ross says and I shrug.
"More like got kicked off the team." Emilee comments as she steals a strawberry from the snack bowl and winks at me as she heads outside.
Matt squints his eyes at me. "Kicked off the team?" He wonders.
"Oh, don't you worry Matt, I settled it once he got home that day." My Mom says as she gives me a small. I shudder at the thought, let's just say there was a lot of vase breaking in the house.
"Where's little Seth gone?" Alex teases. I shrug.
My Dad chuckles. "Seth they're all outside, why don't you go join." I nod and head out the back door and into the backyard where everyone was playing.
Out of the kids Lucas was the oldest being 19, he is Miranda's and Matt's only child.
Then there was me being 18.
Next, is Shane. Shane Blaine being 16, he is the only child of Cade and Brittany.
Then there was Sam and Emilee, Sam being older than her by a couple months. They both were 15. Emilee was of course my little sister but Sam was Silver and Chance's oldest son.
Last, there's Riley at age 14. He is Chance's and Silver's youngest son.
Ross and Nicole didn't want to have any kids.
I lift an eyebrow when Emilee laughs at something someone had said. I take it Shane was the one because I guess you could say Shane and Emilee have a little thing going on. He likes her and she likes him. Shane's a good kid so if he wants to be my sisters boyfriend than I have no issue with it, Shane wouldn't try anything stupid with her. Plus, Emilee being the only girl in this little family I'm glad her future boyfriend is someone I know will have her back.
"How's college life treating you?" I ask Lucas when I take a seat next to him.
Lucas shrugs and turns away from Tyler and Riley's conversation. "Been good, you applying?" He wonders.
I shake my head. "Doesn't sound appealing to me." I answer.
"Really?" Lucas wonders with an eyebrow raised, I nod.
"Hey, Seth?" I look over at Sam. "Can we play xbox?" He questions.
I nod and stand up. "Yeah, come on. Anyone else want to join?" I ask, they all shrug and follow me in. We walk up the stairs and into Emilee and my little game room my parents built for us awhile back. "Alright make yourselves at home while I grab some snacks and whatnot." They all nod and I chuckle but head out of the game room and down to the kitchen.
"Any girlfriends, Seth?" Silver asks with wiggled eyebrows.
I roll my eyes, they're always bugging me about girlfriends. "No." I answer as I grab a bag of chips from the snack cabinet and the fruit bowl out of the fridge.
"And why not?" She questions.
I shrug. "There's only sluts at my school." I explain and my Dad eyes me.
"Language Seth, language." He warns.
Chance laughs. "Emery, he's 18, I'm pretty sure you were saying worst things at that age."
"Yep and I don't need him following in my shoes." My Dad replies. I chuckle and roll my eyes then hop up the stairs. I quickly walk back when I hear muffled voices in Emilee's room. I twist the doorknob to see Shane and Emilee talking to each other on her bed.
"Emilee, Shane this door stays open." I command. Emilee flicks her eyes to me.
"Really, Seth?" I stick my tongue out at her and walk back into the game room where the guys are yelling at each other. I laugh at them.
*
I pull up into the school's loop to drop off Emilee as I was still on suspension.
"Alright, I'll be here after school." I inform her. She nods then grabs her backpack, I look in the crowd of people but I narrow my eyes on one small brunette, she turns her head ever so lightly and I'm entranced. She had long and wavy light brunette hair that fell to her butt, a tight shirt clung to a small waist but a big chest, sun kissed complexion, and the plumpest pink lips I've ever seen. I clear my throat and tear my eyes away from her. "Hey, Emilee who's that?" I question as I point to the girl.
Emilee looks back in the car but back at the girl. "Oh! That's Lacey, our neighbor."
Oh sweet Jesus.