Chapter 1: Meet the Lopez-Pierce family

Leigh's POV

"I'm sorry principal Jonston, I want you to know that this isn't going to happen again. Isn't that right Leigh?" My mom said, looking at me with a stern look.

I just rolled my eyes at her. I was at the principal office for the fourth time this week.

"Whatever." I muttered.

"Well, since it's the fourth time this week, I want you to go home for the rest of the day. I'll see you on monday, and don't you dare to make a habit of this miss Lopez-Pierce."

"Yes, principal Jonston. We're very sorry." My other mom said, while we all stood up.

"I'll hope not to see you again mrs. and mrs. Lopez-Pierce. Only when it's about good things."

I already walked out of the office. I saw my twin brother standing outside. He had the same stern look on his face as ma.

"Principal? Again?" He started.

"So what saint? It wasn't my fault."

"It's always your fault."

"You don't even know what I did."

"Yeah, I do. You fought with Abigail Knoxville because she made fun of our moms."

"So you do know what I did."

"You have to stop this, Leigh. It's not cool."

"What do you know about cool, loser? You can't even get a date."

Our moms walked out of the office. I saw people staring. You would believe after all these years, people wouldn't be looking anymore. When I was younger, I always thought people were looking because we were a beautiful family. Now I know it's because my moms are gay. And in Ohio that's still a taboo.

"Okay Leigh, get your stuff. Milo, go back to class. We'll see you when you get home." Ma said, pushing me in the direction of my locker.

"Okay ma."

"Saint Loser."

"Leigh." Mom warned, also pushing me in the direction of my locker.

When I walked to my locker, I saw Abigail Knoxville. I smirked at her. She only looked down at her feet. Yep, I still got it. I arrived at my locker and started to get my homew-, haha, I couldn't even say it.

"You know you can't go to Grace Preston's party tonight right?" Mom said.

"What? Why not? I've been looking forward to it all year." I whined.

"You've got to be kidding, right? After been sent to the principal 4 times in a week? In the second week of school?" Ma said.

"Still, I get punished enough with living under a roof with Saint Milo."

"Leigh." Mom warned again.

"Just let me go to this one and I'll be good for the rest of the school year."

"Brittany, do you have a deja vu? Because I think I heard that somewhere before. Oh yeah, last week."

"Leigh, we know you're not going to keep your promise. So, you can't go tonight." Mom said.

"But I've been looking forward to it since the day I got invited, you know that."

"Yes, we do know that. That's why you can't go." Ma said.

"Oh my god, only because I got back at someone who totally made fun of you guys." I muttered.

"Wait, she made fun of us? What did she say?" Mom asked.

"I don't want to say."

"Spill it Leigh."

"She said that you guys were dykes, lesbian whores who only got Milo and me to get attention."

My moms looked at each other.

"Still, you hadn't had the right to fight with her. Come on, let's go home."

xxx

"Milo, Leigh! We're going! See you tonight!" I heard one of my moms yell upstairs.

Wait. They're going away? Why did I not know this? I thought they would know me better than now. So, with them away, I'm going to Grace Preston's party.

While I was doing my hair and make-up Milo was suddenly in my room.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"What do you think I'm doing? I'm getting ready for Grace Preston's party."

"But you're grounded."

"So? They aren't here to keep a eye on me. Did they say when they come back?"

"Around twelve. They said that."

"Really? Maybe I should start listening when they talk and not lecturing me."

"But you can't go."

"Yes I can. I come back before twelve and they wouldn't even know that I was away."

"Fine whatever. But if mom and ma come back before you here, I'm not going to lie about where you are."

"Whatever Saint Loser. Maybe you should come too. I know Chloe is going to be there."

I saw my brother turning red. Ever since preschool he had a crush on this girl Chloe.

"No, I'm not going."

Outside a car honked the horn.

"See you later pussy!"

xxx

I was having a really great time. Maybe because I had some alcohol. Alright, more than some. I was drunk. But this was the best party I ever been to. And to make the evening complete, I saw him standing, looking at me.

John Evans.

I knew him ever since we were young. Our moms are best friends. He has the same hazel eyes as Quinn and looks like Sam without the mouth. He was my first with everything. First hand hold, first kiss, first smoke, first drink, first time drunk and first sex. The only first he wasn't was my first boyfriend. I did asked him though, only he didn't wanted to, because he was afraid it would ruin our friendship. And like I said before, I kinda lost my virginity to him. And he his to me. It wasn't a long time ago, about 3 months ago, just when summer started. We had a end of school year/beginning of summer party at a guy named Jackson's house. A week later I asked him to be my boyfriend and he denied me. Since then I tried to avoid him as much as possible, which is hard since my moms and his parents are good friends.

Crap, he's walking towards me.

"Hi there pretty lady." He said in my ear.

"Hi John." I smiled at him, feeling butterflies in my stomach.

"Lets dance together." He said, getting behind me.

We started dancing at the beat of the music. He had his hands on my hips and started grinding against me. Not that I minded. It was either him or those creepy guys who try to put their hands in your pants. After 3 dance numbers, a slow number came. John turned me around, smiled at me and swayed us to the slow beat of the music. I put my arms around his neck and closed my eyes. It felt nice being close with him again. Suddenly I felt something on my lips, something light. When I opened my eyes, all I saw was John's eyes. I realized that his lips were on my lips and pushed him hard away. He looked at me, confused.

"You know I have feelings for you. You can't just kiss me and play with my feelings, John. That's not right."

"I just thought-"

"Well, you thought wrong. You can't kiss me or slow dance or grind against me again, unless you want to be with me."

And I stormed off. I know it's stupid, but I was crying. Why? Because I love him so much and he is just playing with my feelings. I didn't feel like to be at the party anymore, so I decided to walk back home. While I put on my coat, I already took out a cigar from my pocket that I stole a couple weeks ago from my ma. Sometimes my ma smokes cigars and I can't help it that I like the smell of those. And even liked it better when I started smoking one. My moms don't know I smoke, but I think they know something is up since my ma asked where all her cigars were.

"Brittany, have you took some of my cigars?" Ma asked at the diner table to mom.

"No, why would I do that?" Mom asked back.

I felt a little uncomfortable since I knew where those cigars are. In my room under my bed in a locked box.

"It's just that I've been missing some lately and I know how much you hate it that I smoke them."

"Maybe Leigh knows where they are." Milo said, smirking at me. He knows I smoke and steal them from ma.

Suddenly all eyes are at me. I had to remind myself to shave some of Milo's hair while he's asleep tonight.

"Uhm…No, I don't know where they are. Why would I know that?" I asked nervously.

"You know, Milo has a point. You do smell like smoke lately." Ma said, narrowing her eyes at me.

"That's because Grace smokes and I feel bad for her to stand alone outside, so I keep her company."

"Oh well. So Milo, what are you doing in Glee nowadays?"

I lighted up the cigar and stepped outside. The smoke in my lungs calming me. But it doesn't stop the pain in my heart. I started walking to my house. Luckily Grace doesn't live very far away and since it's Lima nothing scary would happen. While I was smoking, I was thinking about my life that I have know. I've been sent to the principal four times this week. I really need to change my attitude. But I can't help it. You can't talk crap about my family and thinking you can get away with it. My moms aren't really happy about me these last couple of months either. Whenever other people start asking about Milo, they're eyes always fill with pride when they're talking about him. "He's getting such good grades, he's thinking about going to Brown. He is a really good singer." Blah, blah, blah and blah. But whenever people start asking about me, they're eyes fill with a bit disappointment and sadness when they're talking about me. "She just being her regular self. Misbehaving, doesn't listen, making up her own rules, pulling straight D's." They never talk about what college I want to go to or how good my soccer or softball team is going and how I am the captain of both teams. To be honest it breaks my heart. Just because I'm not behaving very well at school, doesn't mean I'm not a good student. I'm doing my very best to study but it's going slow because I'm dyslectic. I was actually thinking about going to Georgetown College to study to become a nurse. I especially chose Georgetown because that was in the south of Texas, very far away from Ohio, very far away from Lima, very far away from my family. I want my moms to be proud on me and talk with pride next time somebody asks them about me. But they don't show any interest in my future, only in Milo's, because they think I don't want to study further after high school. I know what you're thinking. Crappy parents. I already applied to Georgetown and tomorrow I get a letter that tells me I got in or not. I haven't even told my moms. You know what, screw them.

Just when I'm approaching the house, I saw my moms getting out the car. I sighed loudly because there was no way I could avoid them. So I walked up the drive way, still angry about what I just had been thinking about. When they saw it was me walking up, I saw my moms angry faces. I couldn't help but return it.

"Where have you been young lady?" Ma asked angry.

"Why do you care?" I spat back to her.

"Because you were grounded. And what is that in your mouth?"

Crap, forgot to throw away my cigar.

"It's a cigar, what are you blind?"

"You don't talk to your mother like that." Mom said with a soft but angry voice.

"Whatever."

I threw the cigar away and walked into the house. Ignoring the calls from my mom, I went to my room and locked the door. I changed into my pj's and set the alarm for 8 am. Because that's when my letter from Georgetown arrived.

xxx

The next morning I woke up with a light headache. I almost threw the alarm out my window, when I realized why I set the alarm. I quickly jumped out of my bed, put on sweatpants and a hoodie over my pj's, unlocked the door and ran outside my room, down the stairs and out the front door to the mailbox. I opened it and saw several envelops. I grabbed them and looked through them. Bill, bill, bill, a letter from abuela, Georgetown, bill. Hey! Georgetown. I ran inside, put the bills on the diner table and ripped open the Georgetown envelope.

Dear miss Lopez-Pierce,

We looked at your grades and we are very impressed about your grades for biology.

However, we are more concerned about the other grades.

We see that you're have a lot of D's except biology.

So we are unfortunately to inform you that you didn't get in Georgetown College in Texas.

We are very sorry.

Greetings,

Principal of Georgetown College

Michael Olafinson.

My eyes started to tear. I really wanted to go to Georgetown and become a nurse. But since my grades aren't that good, I don't get anywhere in. I mean, this is it. My moms were right. I don't get to study further after high school. I started to cry softly.

"What's wrong Leigh?"

I turned around and saw ma looking at me. I quickly put the letter in my pocket.

"Nothing, I just bumped my foot against the table while I was getting the mail inside."

"Why are you getting the mail on a saturday at 8 am?"

"Because I couldn't sleep alright? Jeez, can't I do something without having a motive?" I rolled my eyes and walked past her. She grabbed my arm and hold on tightly. Mom also just walked in, standing in the doorway, blocking it.

"What's really going on Leigh?" Ma asked, her voice much softer.

I looked at her and then at mom. I didn't want to tell them because I don't want them to see me as a failure. Telling them means proving them right. But I couldn't hold it in longer because my heart was broken in so many pieces that it was almost like breadcrums.

"I applied to Georgetown College in Texas to become a nurse but I didn't get in alright? There, now I'm even more a failure than I already was in your eyes."

I ripped my arm out of my mother's grip, almost pushing my other mother to the ground to get past her and ran up to my room and locking my door. Then the tears came. The tears that were stuck for the past 3 months. John, my parents, high school, Georgetown. My whole world was falling apart.