Fighting Feelings

Chapter 9

Charlotte's POV

I walk downstairs into the kitchen and sit down beside my mam.

"Morning" I say, and she smiles. "I left breakfast for you on the counter" She tells me. I grin.

"Thank you" I tell her as I stand up and walk over to the counter. "I dont know why you get up so early just to make me breakfast. I can make myself food. Or we could hire someone to. What I mean is, stop getting up early when you dont have to" I tell her as I carry my plate of scrambled eggs and toast over to the kitchen table.

"I enjoy getting up early. The only time I can get some peace and quiet in this house" Mam laughs, and I roll my eyes playfully.

"Grandma" Becca suddenly says, scaring the shit out of both of us.

"Yes sweatheart?" Mam asks and Becca walks over to us.

Becca and Alora, Jay's kids, are both nine and complete opposites. Becca's quiet, and she's what would be considered a tomboy. While Alora is loud and would be considered a girly-girly. They both are inseparable, and the only kids I actually like.

"Dad told us not to bother you, but Alora said you wouldn't care. Can you help me find my school books?" Becca asks, and Mam smiles.

The girls are both homeschooled, but Jay says he plans on sending them to a private school when they're a bit older. When I was trying to convice my family to let me go to public school when I was ten, after my mulitple speeches on how I'll have bad socializing skills and I'll be missing out on childhood experiences, Jay decided he'd also send the girls to school when they're older.

I'm expecting a thank you card off them when they're older.

"Of course I will. Where did you last have it?" Mam asks Becca as she stands up and walks out of the kitchen, leaving me alone.

I enjoy the silence as I eat my breakfast, and I let a groan as I hear my name being called, along with multiple footsteps.

"What" I ask as I bring my plate over and put it in the dishwasher, when I turn around I see Clayton, Elijah and Ezra standing behind me.

This should be good.

"I need to get to school.  What?" I ask as I lean against the counter.

"Out of the three of us, who would live the longest in a zombie apocalypse?" Ezra asks, and I scoff.

"You are grown adults and this is what you choose to waste your time on?" I ask, and they nod.

"Exactly what I said" Julian suddenly says as he walks into the kitchen. "Answer the question" Clayton tells me and I roll my eyes.

"Clayton is most likely to because he is a light sleeper. Then it would be Elijah. And Ezra would be most likely to die because he's scared of heights, has hay fever and is a heavy sleeper" I tell them, and Clayton and Elijah grin.

"I always knew you hated me" Ezra tells me, and Elijah scoffs. "You're just pissed I'd live longer" Elijah snorts while Ezra rolls his eyes.

"Where do they come up with these things?" I whisper to Julian who's making coffee, and he shrugs. "They have too much free time".

"We do not have too much free time" Clayton scowls and the twins agree just as Quinn and Harriet walk in. "Are you guys done your stupid argument yet?" Quinn asks, and they all scoff.

"Alright then. Charlotte out of Quinn, Harriet and Julian, who'd survive the longest?" Elijah asks, and everyone turns to me.

"It that really important?-" I ask, but I'm cut off by them all saying yes. I groan before looking in between the three of them.