School went by and just one week was left before I went home. I was walking alone, deep in my own thoughts. Dylan didn't want me anywhere near the Coleman brothers and Jordan and Aiden agreed but they both like Daddy Adam. I walked into my class. Wait....what? I did a double-take when I saw someone whom I wasn't ready to see at this moment. It was Daddy Xavier. Girls were giggling and sending him flirtatiously winks and smiles and being the cold-hearted person he is, ignored them. I slowly backed away. I knew I should've ditched.

"Yo! Wassup, Angel!" Jordan shouted. Darn!

Daddy Xavier looked up at my name.

"Angel..." he murmured and his eyes shifted to me.

I gulped and walked out, quickly. I need to hide.

"Angel!" Uh oh. Dash!

I ran off, taking twists and turns until I lost Daddy Xavier and hid in the janitor closet. I turned on the light and plopped down on the ground, sighing. He is just plain....scary! I shuddered. I hope he doesn't find me at all. I felt an outline of a male outside. I suck in my breath, thinking it's Daddy Xavier. The figure knocked on the door.

"Angie! It's me, Jordan! Dylan said to sneak you out of here!" the figure hissed.

I opened the door and ran into Jordan's arms. He picked me up and placed a hat on me.

"Come on, babe! Let's go to my house to chill!" he said, loudly and we hastily walked off. "Keep your head down, Angie," he whispered, quietly.

We were almost at the door when one of Daddy Xavier's guards appeared.

"Are you carrying Angel, Jordan?" he asked.

"Psh! What? No, I'm not! This is my girlfriend, Rachel! Angel is probably hiding in the janitors' closet right now. Better check!" Jordan lied.

"Liar. I remember her backpack and your girlfriend is wearing the same one."

"Busted," Jordan said and flipped me in the air. "Run, Angie!"

I landed on the ground and dashed off.

"Stop!"

I ran straight into the girls' bathroom and stayed there. Hah! Let's see if they will come in here!

"Hi, Angel!" greeted the popular girls.

I waved and smiled at them. Then, Daddy Xavier burst in with some guards. Then, I scream.

"PERVERT!" I screamed. "Girls help me out here. Xavier Coleman is chasing me so can you stall him a bit?"

"No problem!" they chirped and started to squeal over him while giving me a way out.

I waved at them and ran off again. I pulled out my phone and shakily called Daddy Adam.

Italic ~ Angel,

D-Daddy?!

C-Can you come to my school? Daddy Xavier is here and he's chasing me...

O-Ok Daddy...

We both hung up. I made sure I lost everyone before running outside. I saw Daddy Adam stepping out of his car. He noticed me and held his arms open as I ran into them. Tears were streaming down my eyes.

"I'm here, baby girl," he murmured, hugging me.

I clung to him tightly. "Daddy? Can you please take Daddy Xavier home? He is scaring me."

"Sure.....if I could find him." Daddy Adam said.

I sniffed as he got up. He walked towards the office and the secretary cleared her throat before holding the microphone.

"Can Mr. Xavier Coleman please come up to the office? Mr. Adam Coleman is here to take him home," she announced.

After a while, Daddy Xavier stomped up, angrily.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you know how embarrassing that was?! The kids were staring at me as I walked up here!" Daddy Xavier shouted.

Daddy Adam shook his head, mockingly. "Ah~ the walk of shame. I know how it is when I wet my pants and I had to come up here when I was in 2nd grade."

I giggled and hugged Daddy Adam. Daddy Xavier looked up and his eyes widened when he saw me.

"She called you?" Daddy Xavier asked. Daddy Adam nodded. "No wonder why I have to do the walk of shame," he grumbled.

"Um...sir? You have a meeting in half an hour." a guard said.

Daddy Xavier's and Daddy Adam's eyes widened. "Shit..." they whispered in sync.

I glared at them. "No cussing!"

(Time Skip)

Daddy Adam had me come back to the mansion. I was in my room, reading a book while my two Daddies were at a meeting. I hummed as I read and the door opened.

"Angie!"

I felt something jump on my bag. I squeak as I bounce off the bed. I looked up shocked to see Jordan and Aiden lying hysterically on my bed and Dylan shook his head. I huffed, angrily and got up. I brushed myself off and glared at Jordan and Aiden.

"You look like an angry kitten," Jordan said as he hung upside down on my bed.

I scowled. "An, even more, angrier kitten," Aiden said as he observed my face.

I snarled. "Oh! Oh! Oh! I got this! An adorable snarling kitten!" Jordan piped in.

I threw my hands in the air, frustrated. When will they ever accept me as a 17-year-old girl? Oh, wait...they can't. I rolled my eyes and plopped down. I grabbed my book and continued from where I left.

"I don't like you living here with those bastard brothers. I mean, what happens if the other duck abuses you, huh?" Dylan grumbled as he buried his face in my long hair. Duck?

"You mean Daddy Xavier?" I questioned and looked up from my book. "I don't think so. I only wish for him to be warmer towards me, you know? No yelling. More like Daddy Adam but his personality doesn't seem to fit Daddy Xavier very well."

"I like Adam more. He's more chill." Jordan commented.

"But that Xavier..." Aiden said and shuddered. "He has anger issues and let's not forget that he's possessive! I mean, have you seen the way he treated Dy? It's as if Dylan is some piece of trash."

Dylan growled and muttered profanity under his breath. I think he's cursing Daddy Xavier. "I'm only Angie's best friend. I love her as my little sister, not as a lover," he said, rolling his eyes. "But still, I don't really like Xavier that much because he made Angie cry. No one makes Angie cry without messing with me first."

"You're like an overprotective, overbearing, annoying, older brother," I muttered.

"He's like that with Rebecca too! Whenever my little bro, Jake tries to talk with her, Big bro Dylan is glaring daggers at him. Jake wouldn't even talk to her until that idiot left, satisfied." Jordan snorted.

"Awww. I ship them together! Rebecca is only a year younger but I bet when they grow older, they will eventually date and marry each other!" I squealed.

"Not on my watch! Jordan, you keep your brother away from my sister!" Dylan barked.

"No can do, Dy. It's up to the kid if he wants to date your sister then so be it. I don't mind being related to you." Jordan said, shrugging.

"Ah....so you want me to turn you into chopped liver? No problem. That can be done in an instant." Dylan said, calmly and cracked his knuckles.

"I will keep little brother away from your sister! Don't kill me!" Jordan shouted and hid behind me. "Protect me from the scary monster, Angie!"

I rolled my eyes. "Go home! I wanna read alone!" I whined and stomped my foot.

Aiden huffed and pretended to flip his short hair. "I get it! You want us gone because you're sick of us?"

"Maybe?" I replied.

Dylan laughed as Aiden pretended to fall on the ground, clutching his chest dramatically.

"Help! I can't get up and I need help!" he cried out, reaching towards the air, dramatically.

Jordan rolled his eyes "Quit copying that ad and get up, you overgrown baby."

Aiden began to thrash and went limp, playing dead. "Can't. I'm dead."

"If you're dead then you shouldn't be talking, idiot," Dylan said, rolling his eyes.

"Hush! This is a funeral! Plus once he's dead, we can have his Xbox!" Jordan said and grabbed flowers placing them in Aiden's hands. "We can also take his collection of socks and sell them for money!"

Aiden jolted up and tackled Jordan. "No one takes my Xbox or sells my sock collection for money, you bastards!" Aiden shouted as he attacked Jordan.

Dylan and I laughed as we watched the two fight like children. Daddy Adam poked his head in. He stared at Aiden and Jordan, weirdly as they started to shout food names at each other.

"They're just hungry," Dylan said.

Daddy Adam nodded before he left. Daddy Xavier poked his head in next. His mood soured when he saw Dylan hugging me with his chin on the top of my head. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again and left my room. I leaned on Dylan and sighed. They're never gonna leave me alone nor give me some alone time where I can spend my time reading or doing what I love to do.