I groan as I hear the awful sound of my first period bell sounding off, setting my bag under my desk and plopping down into my seat. Grayson, who walked me to class, takes the one next to me and raises an eyebrow at my apparent mood, setting a hand on my arm that rest on my desk in a gesture of comfort as the teacher begins lecturing at the front of the room.

i try to focus in class, because i know my mom has enough to deal with without me getting bad grades, but theres way too much on my mind.

Apparently, luke and my mom met online, on some stupid website, the type of thing my mom has always strongly warned me against going on, and have been online dating for over 6 months. And my mom never told me. I realized she seemed happier lately, but i guess i was stupid enough to think i was finally enough for her, and she didnt need a man anymore, and wasnt still moping about my father, who never deserved her in the first place. But of course not. No, she found some hot, rich, young, boyband member to make her happy until she realizes hes too young for her or he realizes hes not as in to older women as he thought.

And of course it had to be the one man i let myself fangirl over because, no way, i thought, no way would i ever meet Luke Hemmings, and yet here i am, with the one and only as my new step daddy.

It's been so weird, having him around. Trying to act normal. I barely talked to him at first, but my mom get upset with me, thinking I was being rude, so I've tried to act normal despite my feelings.

"Scarlett Rose!" A bony hand slams down on my desk and i jump a bit, causing laughter to erupt throughout the classrom. i gulp as my eyes meet the grayish green eyes of ms. Woodke.

"y-yes maam?" I try to respond as politely as possible. She sighs.

"Talk to me after class, and please do try and pay attention." i cringe and draw my eyes toward my lap.

"Yes maam." When she walks away, Gray rests his hand on my knee reassuringly.

After class, i walk up to ms. Woodkes desk.

"Scarlett, ive never had any problems with you before, but you've been doing horribly lately, in class, on tests, you havent been doing your homework, youre grades are really suffering, not just in my class either. Is everthing alright dear?" I sigh in relief... at least I'm not in trouble. Her face seems to hold genuine care and concern.

"Everything is fine, i just... i just have a lot on my mind right now." I excuse. "I'm sorry, I'll pay attention."

"Well, i hate to have to do this, but i warned you last week, if i had another problem with you itd be a call-" I cut her off with wide panicked eyes, waving my hands in front of me frantically hoping it'll somehow stop her.

"Please dont call my mom! She works alot and shes really happy right now, it would ruin everything for her if she found out i was falling so far behind!" i try to guilt trip her. "I promise, I'll work on it! I'll be back to at least Bs in a month!" I try to bargain desperately.

"Im sorry dear, she really must know whats happening. Im sure shed love to help you out." She responds, then begins messing with and organizing papers on her desk, seemingly trying to communicate that the conversation is over. My jaw clenches a bit.

"Really, you cant-"

"You may be excused now dear." She says sternly. i sigh and stomp out of the class room, mumbling "bitch..." under my breath.

When school gets out, i turn down grays offer to drive me home, i would rather wait as long as possible before having to be confronted by my mom, and most likely Luke, as hes always at our house now, and walking will slow me down by about a half hour.

Also, luke has been trying to push me to tell my mom about Daniel, and has threatened that he will tell her if i dont, so that might come out this afternoon. Especially with a teachers call, that might be exactly what pushes Luke into telling her.

When i finally get home, only lukes car is in the driveway, not my moms.

i frown as i walk in. "Hello?" i call gently, hoping they both took my moms car somewhere.

"Rose!" Luke calls down the stairs as i sigh. Damn.

"Hey..." i mumble as he wraps one arm around me, having ran down the stairs, quite noisily might i add.

"How was school?" He asks. i make an 'ugh' noise and he nods.

"Your mom's late at work tonight so she asked me to stay and make sure you got home safe and ate, since Daniel 'quit.'" He smirks and I wonder what happened during the time he was outside with Daniel. But his seemingly pleased with himself demeanor disappears and becomes a look of concern as he seems to brace himself for the next sentence.

"One of your teachers called the house phone." He says in a neutral tone. I sigh again, running a hand through my hair.

"I'm sorry." i mumble, hanging my head. He puts his hand under my chin and tilts my head to look at him. I feel my face get hot and become even more embarrassed knowing he must be able to feel my blush.

"Whats wrong, sweetheart? Your mom told me you were a good girl, a straight a student, what happened?" i tear my chin away from his hand sassily and he frowns.

"Nothing, i just... got tired, i guess." I mumble, trying to take steps backwards so I can run upstairs and escape this conversation.

"Is it Daniel?" He asks, stepping forward with me and gently grabbing my forearm, rubbing it in a comforting way but effectively keeping me from leaving.

"Daniel was a problem long before now, and hes never affected my grades." i admit, giving up on trying to get to my room and instead plopping down on the living room couch.

"Well, i could help you with your homework if you want?" he offers. I can't help but smile a bit smugly.

"Didnt you drop out in my year?" I tease and he pouts at me.

"Youre mean." He says in a funny voice and i roll my eyes.

"So what is bothering you then?" He asks, recentering back to what i didn't want to talk about.

"I told you, nothing." I grumble, avoiding eye contact and shifting uncomfortably.

"I know thats not true, baby." I blush at the nickname, feeling my face heat up and not wanting him to notice the redness.

"Tell me." He says sternly.

"No." I say argumentatively.

"Ill make you!" Luke threatens with a smirk.

"Sure you will." i challenge back.

His hands wrap around my waist and squeeze my sides and i immediately start giggling.

"Stop! please!"

"Tell me!"

"Never!"

"Then i wont stop!"

i scream out as if hurt and he immediately pulls his hands back, looking at me with wide eyes, and i hold my side, pretending he hit a bruise, before giving up the act and darting past him and up the stairs, hiding in my room.

"Thats dirty!" he yells, chasing after me. i quietly curl up in the corner of my closet, holding my panting breath.

"Come out come out wherever you are!" he says in a fake evil voice. i supress a giggle as i see hes shadow pass the door, before he rips it open and pulls me out, throwing me on the bed as i squeal.

He continues tickling me as he basically straddles my thighs. i try to tickle him but he doesnt react.

"Stop! STOP! Ill tell you!" i squeal. He stops and just holds onto my hips, waiting for my answer as i catch my breath.

"Go ahead."

I sit up and he rolls off me, instead pulling my legs into his lap. I blush brightly, feeling my heart practically stop in my chest at the closeness.

"You." i mumble.

"What?"

"You. You're whats been bothering me." i sigh.

"What do you mean?"

"You and my mom, and that, i mean, it had to be you. Its just... ugh. i dont know." He frowns.

"It bothers you that im dating your mom?"

"Yeah, i mean, youre way closer to my age then hers, its weird, and, youre in my favorite band, and ive kinda been fangirling over you since i was like, 14."

he remains silent, listening, and i begin to panic. "Not- not like that- i mean, yeah, youre fucking ho-" i squeal as he slaps my thigh a bit.

"Dont cuss, Scarlett Rose." He growls. i intake a sharp breath as shivers run down my spine.

"Uhm- uh- sorry..." he kisses the top of my head and nods.

"like i was saying... I- i dont mean i like you like that..." he chuckles a bit.

"But its weird, yknow? i never thought id meet you, certainly not like this. I mean.. yeah."

"I get it."

"And, my mom, she just acts so different now. Shes so happy. She wasnt happy before, after everything with, um, my dad, she was just neutral all the time, when it was just us, just me and her. I'm glad shes so happy with you, but... I dont know, i guess im just jealous that I couldnt make her as happy as you can, that i wasnt... enough for her." He pulls me closer to him. i didnt mean to tell him that much, but it felt good to just tell someone, without them interjecting their opinion, as grayson has a horrible habit of doing.

I stand up.

"Um... thankyou... for listening. Sorry. i didnt mean to... say so much." I sigh for the millionth time.

"No babygirl. Im glad you told me. Come back here." He orders gently.i walk back over to him and he pulls me into his lap again, closer this  time so not just my calves are in his lap but also my thighs, wrapping a hand around my back, and i lay my head on his chest.

"Im sorry, my love."

I didnt expect him to be so calm about the call from a teacher, my mom wouldve freaked out and told me to try harder to get good grades. I love her, really, but she just doesnt understand me, as cliche as that my sound.

"Sweetheart?" He says after we've sat silently for a little, me just enjoying the feeling of being held.

"Hm?" i reply.

"What happened with your dad? If you dont mind me asking." He sounds nervous, his voice shaky.

"No, um, its fine. He knocked my mom up when they were in college together, he already was an alcoholic, they got married, he started hitting my mom after theyd been married for about a year and some, when I was 6 months old. She didnt let him hit me, but after a while he got more violent. If he really wanted to get to me, hed just knock her out, and then.. yeah. That started when i was almost 5. I only remember that because he hospitalized me on my birthday. Thats when mom told the cops, and he ran off, found some new girl, about half his age, i guess he ended up in jail after a year or two, and mom filed for divorce when i was 8. For a while she thought maybe he could change. Now i think hes somewhere in Canada, probably in jail. Havent seen or heard anything of him since the divorce." luke nodded and kissed my head again, and i flushed at the fact he now knew as much as grayson and only grayson does. More, actually, as gray did not know about Daniel.

Grayson would be pissed.

The door downstairs opens, and i lift my head from lukes shoulder.

"Scar?" speak of the devil. I jump off lukes lap and run downstairs as luke sits on my bed looking confused.

"Gray! why are you here?" I ask suspiciously.

"What, not happy to see me?" he jokes, hugging me, and i gladly received his embrace. "You werent acting like yourself in school, i didnt want you to be home alone til your mom got home."

"Oh, well i-"

"She wouldnt have been." Luke cuts me off as he emerges from the stair well.

"What? Scar is that that dude from the boyband you always- mmmmhmh!" I clamp my hand over his mouth, regretting showing him pictures of the beloved 5SOS.

Luke smirks as i glare at him, my cheeks red. Wth my hand still over graysons mouth, i push him backwards, past luke, and up the stairs into my room.

"Leave the door-"

i slam the door, pushing gray onto my bed.

"-open..."

"You idiot!" i yell, gently slapping grayson upside the head.

"Oh, im sorry, did i embarrass you in front of your celebrity crush?" he teases, pulling me on top of him as he lays back, lightly tickling my sides.

"Im gonna call Dove Cameron and tell her you have pictures of her in your locker." I threaten.

"I do not! And as if you have her number!"

"You do to! Ive seen them, and luke might." I joke. He rolls his eyes.

"So, did you kidnap him or something?"

"Im not a creep! Hes dating my mom."

"Ive seen the stories you write about hm on that stupid website of yours. Pretty creepy."

"You son of a bitch! Can i please trade you for Grayson Dolan?" I push him off my bed onto the ground.

"He wouldnt want to be bestfriends with you!"

"Ouch. Well Dove Cameron is way out of your league."

"Id trade you for Scarlett Johansson any day."

"That doesnt count, you have to find a celebrity with the first name of Scarlett Rose."

"But there are none! There are lots of famous Graysons, cuz thats a hot name!"

"Are you saying im not hot? You mother fucker!"

"Im not the mother fucker, luke is."

"Fuck you!"

"I bet youd like that, wouldnt you?"

"Get out of my house!" I attempt to pretend to push him out the window, but he escapes my grasp, grabbing my hips and bending me over the window sill so im face to face with the twenty foot fall.

"Say Uncle!"

"Never!" he pushes me out a bit farther.

"Fuck! Grayson stop this is scary! Youre gonna drop me!"

"I wont drop you if you just say uncle!"

"Fuck! Uncle!"

"You fucked my uncle?"

"Yes, i mean, hes totally hot, and you know im into older guys. I even called him daddy." I roll me eyes at his immaturity, but play along.

"Ew."

"Let me up, Grayson!"

"Fine." He lets me go and i stand up, punching him in the stomach. He chuckles, clearly unaffected.

"I hate you."

"Love you, babygirl."

"Shut up, only lukes allowed to call me that." I joke quietly, not wanting luke to hear.

Grayson bursts into laughter as i giggle.

"No, but seriously, if he ever calls you that, ill have to beat that noodles ass." my eyes widen and i blush, knowing hes not kidding.

"Whatever. Get out of my house, i want some alone time with luke." I joke, wiggling my eyebrows, and grayson rolls his eyes.

"Fine. pick you up at 7:20 for school tomorrow."

"Alright. Later loser." I say as i walk down the stairs in front of him.

"Call me if you need anything."

"yeah, yeah, get out."i laugh as i push him out the door, hugging him before sticking my tongue out at him and slamming the door.

"Whos he?" Luke asks from the sofa in the living room, looking up from scrolling on his phone.

"Grayson, i go to school with him."

"I told you to quit cussing."

"Oh yeah, sorry." I reply, not really meaning it.

"Seriously, rose."

"Watcha gonna do about it?" I tease.

He rolls his eyes and i frown.

"Why are you all pissy all the sudden?" I question and he frowns back at me.

"Dont c-"

"Pissy isnt a cuss word." I roll my eyes. "Chill."

"Dont roll your eyes at me, Scarlett Rose!"

"Ok! Geez, sorry. Calm down. Be fun again." I say in a cute voice. He pouts.

"Im still fun." I laugh a bit at his childishness.

"Good. Im hungry, do you want anything?"

"Ill order pizza. I have Papa Johns on speed dial."

"Youre pathetic."

"Youre mean." He replies as he presses a button on his phone and calls papa johns. I turn on netflix and put on Lost. We watch it until the pizza arrives, then luke insists we watch disney movies.

"Why? We should watch a scary movie or comedy or something."

"No. Youre a little girl. Those are for adults."

"Shut up, Im 17 lucas."

"Exactly, and dont call me lucas ever again."

"LUUUUCCCCAAAASSSSS!" I whine.

"You are nt helping your case, child."

"I wanna watch a horror movie."

"Your mind is too innocent. Youll get scared and have nightmares." He says, and i cant tell if hes joking or not.

"Im not five."

"You act like it. Were having a disney marathon.:"

"I dont want to." I whine. I really just wanted to watch a scary movie becasue i wanted an excuse to cuddle with him. I love disney movies.

"Too bad."

"Pleeeaaassseee Luke?"

"Noooooo."

"Cmon, please?"

"Nuh uh."

"Please........... Daddy?" I smirked.

"Fuck. Fine."

"You cussed." I retort childishly.

"Im an adult. Im allowed to cuss. Now what do you want to watch?" His cheeks were red and smirked once again at my victory, wondering(hoping) if it had turned luke on.

We watched The Conjuring, and only ten minutes into the movie I was snuggled close to lukes side.

I squeaked and jumped at something (No Spoilers) and luke took the opportunity to pull ky legs into his lap and kiss the top of my head.

"I told you you couldnt handle it."

"I can handle it. Im just a bit scared. Its not like you arent." I counter.

"Im not screaming at every little thing." He teases.

"Whatever."

He kisses the top of my head again, laughing.

"Im gonna get popcorn." I mumble, crawling off his lap.

As the popcorn is in the microwave, my mom comes in.

"Shit." I curse quietly.

"Hey baby." Luke greets, and i hear them kiss, scrunching up my nose at the sound.

"Whats... This?" My mom asks.

"The conjuring." Luke replies, not suspecting anything.

"Oh... where is scarlett?"

"Kitchen, she said she was going to make popcorn."

"Scarlett was watching this with you?"

"Yes, why?"

"SCARLETT ROSE! HERE. NOW." she yells, and i slowly walk out of the kitchen with my head hung.

"You know damn well you are not allowed to watch these types of movies! How dare you manipulate Luke just because he didnt know!"

"Mom, i- Im not five! They dont scare me! I dont understand why you care!"

"Because! Whether youre old enough to watch them or not, you went behind my back and took advantage of lukes not knowing!" Luke stood behind her, a stern look on his face, and i hated how much it looked like a mom and dad scolding their daughter, i hated the symbolism of him standing steadfast behind her.

"But I-"

"Go to your room, Scarlett Rose." i groaned and stomped up the stairs.

I heard them talking, but couldnt make out what they were saying.

I layed on my stomach in my room, reading wattpad on my phone before suddenly my phone was snatched out of my hands. by luke.

oh shit.

"What the fuck, Luke!" i screamed, and he slapped the back of my thigh, harder than last time, and i shrieked at the pain.

Thankgod he turned it off before ever looking at the screen close enough to read a word.

"You are grounded from this." He spoke sternly. I scoffed, irritated it was him grounding me when he was only a few years older than me.

He reached for my laptop, but i grabbed it quicker.

"Scarlett Rose, give it to me, now, before i do something worse." If this was a fanfiction, the 'worse' would be a spanking. Unfortunately, this was real life.

"Wait." I opened, determined to quickly clear my search history.

"No, Scarlett Rose, now."

"Wait!" i persisted.

"Ill count to three, Scarlett Rose!" I rolled my eyes.

"Im 17, not five."

"Scarlett! One... Two... Im warning you Scarlett Rose, your mother has asked me to punish you any way i see fit." He threatened.

"Three." He growled out. As he grabbed my arm, to do what, im not sure, i shut my laptop and handed it to him, having cleared my history and put on an extremely easy password of three letters, but hopefully itd be enough to keep him out.

"Luke i need my laptop for school! Please just take my phone!" I begged.

"Well, little girl," he smirked at me, "maybe you should have though of that before manipulating your daddy into letting you do something you knew you werent allowed to do." My eyes widened as he call himself daddy.

gulping, I looked at my lap, intimidated. "Sorry daddy." I looked up at him with wide eyes. It felt wierd to call him daddy, id only known him a couple months.

"That wont work again, babygirl." He said, but his eyes softened slightly and he kissed the top of my head.

Hard ass.