>>>>>> Picture is Isaac <<<<<<

   This chapter is dedicated to Raining Cloudz for always blowing my notifs!  You rock girl!

     Zayn's POV

   I avert my gaze to the wall clock but it doesn't work so great.

   Buy new batteries for the wall clock - add to mental list.

   My mum walks into my room and drops a note on my table

   I'm too lazy to stand up, so I just use my magical powers to extend the note to me.

   No!  That's not how it happened. Although,i do wish I had magical powers like invisibility. That would have been a great help right now.

    My mum spanks me on the head telling me Isaac is downstairs helping her mow the lawn since I'm a good-for-nothing son.

   She goes out and makes sure she bangs the door, so hard, I thought it was gonna pull the roof off our heads.

   Sometimes I wish I was just on my own already. In my own house,away from my mum and her stinky attitude.

  Ever since dad died, she turned into a cynical bitch. She drinks lots of alcohol at night when she's back from work.  Sometimes, she even lies in the pool of her own vomit. She barely goes to work. She's applied for over twenty jobs since he passed away. They employed her thinking she was responsible. Two days later she'll be kicked out. It's either for attempting fraud, smoking, or scaring clients away.  She's currently working as a cleaner at a hospital that's right blocks away. Luckily,shes been there for more than a week now. No sign of them Firing her.

  Even though she makes up to eighteen dollars per hour ( she works seven hours a day) she rarely buys food or medicine or even pay the bills. She uses all her money on heroin, alcohol, cigarettes and orange juice.

  That's the only food we seem to have in our refrigerator. Orange juice and I guess,shells of used eggs.

   Although I smoke and drink a little, I  still manage to
keep up three works unlike her.

  On weekends, I work for a man downtown : I help him work on his CCTV camera's in his house. I get paid twenty five dollars

On Friday's I work at a wine company for eight hours. I get paid thirty dollars per hour

Weekdays, I work at a local music store as a sales representative. The pays so little but it's my only regular job so I don't complain.

    I end up using all my cash on bills ,food, gas and drugs.

My life is hard. I've felt tons of rejections. I'm only eighteen and I'm pretty sure I've been working since I was fourteen to earn a living for my mum and I,which is supposed to be the other way around.

   Now, the next thing on my list is to get a house. I wanna leave this dump hole of a house. Maybe when I leave she'll realize the bills won't pay themselves.

  Fuck!  I just remembered Isaac is still mowing the lawn.

  I rush downstairs. I'm only wearing briefs. Who cares?

I yank open the front door that clearly needs new painting and spot Isaac mowing the grasses like a pro.

   " Nice work, Izzy . I'm so surprised you did this for free " I say feeling genuinely thankful.

He rolls his eyes " Free?  Gross!  I wouldn't even babysit my own sister for free or do the dishes at home for free! "

  " How much - " he cuts me off

  " Your mum paid me a hundred dollars to mow the fucking lawn that doesn't even need trimming yet. I love your mum, Zayn " he says and uses air quotes when saying " love your mum ".

  I roll my eyes again . That is surprisingly becoming a character.

Mum paid Isaac a hundred dollars for mowing our lawn. Our refrigerator is empty. And she dare hands a shopping list. Where the fuck is the money gonna come from?  Hell?

   I'm fucking my way out of here

  " Why are you so worked up?  It's not like she didn't - "

   " Shut the fuck up, man!  Why would you take that from her?  Maybe she's high or something?  Maybe she thought it was ten bucks, ya know?  " I say trying to persuade Isaac so he can give me part of the money so I can just go to the fucking grocery store, get some food and then go to fucking work for that ass hole.

   " Nuh oh. I heard her pretty pretty clear.  She said ' I'll give you a hundred bucks ' then I said ' no, Mrs Arthur, don't you mean ten bucks, then she said ' Nuh oh. I'll give you a hundred dollars " He says and flashes sets of white sparkling teeth.

  " First of all, my mum doesn't say Nuh oh, you do and who does that anyways?  Second of it, you're gonna split that money in two because I have to get my fucking ass to the grocery store unless I'll starve" I say placing my forehead on his. He chuckles and rolls his eyes. Hey, I'm not the only boy who rolls his eyes after all

  " Fine " Isaac says turning off the mower.  " she did actually say to give you sixty bucks for grocery shopping " he says and sprees away.

I knew it. I chase him

  " you're so dead, Isaac "

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   " We got all the stuff, can we go home now? " Isaac whines like the baby he is. I'm the adult, he's the baby. I'm a year older than him, although we have the same birthdays. I turn 18 next month and he's gonna be 17.  We've known each other since diaper age. My dad was his dad's best friend. They worked at the sane real estate office. Isaac and I stuck to each other like glue. I remember how we met. Its just like it happened a second ago.
  

   I was making a paper aircraft when Isaac drove his girlish pink bicycle and crushed my aircraft. I     yanked off his brakes. I felt sorry for him when he crashed into a tree. We got into a fight. My dad spanked the both of us with a cane and Isaac whispered something in my ear

   " Your dad's EVIL " I smiled to him and realized I wasn't the only one who thought my dad was evil. I mean, what kind of a father tells you to pay EVIL for EVIL when you're supposed to pay GOOD for EVIL.  Henceforth, Isaac and I were inseparable. I slept in his room from Sunday's afternoons to Thursday mornings and he slept in mine till Sunday mornings. But we don't actually do that anymore. We're men now. But we always hangout together.

    " We still need to get the native American peanut butter, duh! " I say and roll my eyes again

  " There's no native American peanut butter " Isaac says and bends down to tie his laces.

" of course there is. It's 9.55 dollars" Jenna Fields says.  " Hey, Zayn and Isaac " she waves at us with a ear to ear grin.

   Why is she talking to us?  This is the same Jenna that reported me to the principal last week for staring at her locker. That's how she acts,well almost all of them. At school, they don't even look at me but outside schools they wanna be my friends. Heck!  Some even want me to bang them.

  I smile a fake one and scan her from head to toe. She's wearing black short shorts, white polo and flats. She has her dog on her left arm, using her right hand to stroke him/her gently.

   " What do you want, Jenna? " Isaac says. Although he's not really into this. I mean, they don't give him the cold shoulder. They don't see him and run away. They don't make him feel like an outcast in school.

  " Let's go Isaac " I say and tug at his shirt so he can push the cart and follow me.

   " See you later,  je- " I pull him by his shirt before he can finish saying her name.

  " Hey, asshole! Care to explain what that was for?  "

I don't answer him, we pay for the food and dump them in the trunk of my dead beat car.

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" Shit!  I'm fucking late for work "
I say and drop the last box of grocery on the counter. I drink water from the tap and spits it out since it tastes like rusted steel. I take orange juice from the fridge instead and I can see a note which my mum wrote on the fridge ten years ago.  " DO NOT DRINK FRON THE CARTON. USE A CUP!  "

I hiss and drink from the carton instead.

  " it's about time he fired you anyways " Isaac says. He's already chopping onions to make scrambled eggs. What would I do without him?

   That's right. I'm always late to his house anyways. It's not like I spend up to two hours there but in always going late. I'm supposed to be there by ten thirty. But now it's almost eleven forty five.

  " When are you gonna bang his daughter. This is taking you forever. I went there with you. Didn't you see the fucking signal she was giving you! " Isaac says

  " She told me to help her check on her camera, duface!  "

  " Yeah. Her camera!  You idiot. She was wearing only a shirt. No bra and no underwear and she said to come to her room. Greatest part of it, her dad went out,moron! "

  " Pipe down, I'm not banging anyone's daughter ,okay ?" I say and pop open a bag of chips. " I'm off to work. See you later "

" Yeah. See you later, asshole! " Isaac yells out.

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  That bring us to the end. I don't think I've ever written a chapter this long. I'm in love with Zayn and I can't help it. I just wanted to show you what he really feels in his life. I don't want you to hate him. And I know you're probably wondering why they hate him in school so much..... Don't worry, you'll find out..... SOON!

Who do you love most?  Is it Zayn or Isaac?

Me ; Zayn

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