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Chapter 10 – You Never Know What To Expect

"Okay, kids. I must say, I'm not very pleased with the overall results." Abby looked down at her calendar and started crossing out all the days that had already gone by, as the teacher handed out their math tests.

"Are you serious? 26 ?" She tried to ignore the other students in the classroom, concentrating really hard on the growing amount of black crosses in her agenda.

"Well, Samantha, I couldn't really curve them since someone got over 100 , now could I?" Abby bit her lip as the teacher approached her table in the back row.

Without looking, she grabbed the test from her teacher, but tensed up when he didn't let go of it. "Great job, Abby!" She looked up at him surprised and he let go of the test. He hadn't said it very loud, so only the people sitting closest to her had heard it. Nervous, she looked at the upper right corner of the front page. She bit her lip, trying to keep from smiling. With a neon red color, surrounded by a thick ring in the same bright color, was a big '105 '. And here she had been absolutely positive that she would totally flunk it. Especially since the teacher had made them sound so horrible.

"I heard some rumors." Abby slammed her locker shut and turned around, leaning up against it. Somehow she'd expected Luka to show up at her locker. "About this amazing girl in algebra II." She smiled but rolled her eyes.

"Let me guess. Something about how they now hate me even more and are trying to come up with the best way to ruin my life or kill me? Or no, wait. Probably something along the lines with 'I only passed the test because I slept with the teacher'. Am I any close?" Abby started tapping her foot on the floor and crossed her arms, waiting for him to answer.

"Has anyone ever told you how cute you look when you ramble?" She stopped the tapping and leaned her head to the side, giving him a dead stare.

"You're stalling." She continued to stare at him without even blinking.

"Okay fine. You really wanna know?" Biting her lip, she nodded. "That last theory of yours was as good as precise." Even though she would never admit it, he could see the hurt and pain in her eyes before she looked down at her shoes. He hated seeing her like that, hated the way everyone in school treated her, but there was nothing he could do to make it better and Abby just plainly refused to acknowledge it.

"Anyways, you should go to lunch. Your brother is waiting for you." Her voice was weak and she sounded sad, but he could hear that she tried to hide it.

"Hey!" Abby looked up. "You can come with us, you know." She just shook her head and started walking towards the entrance with him.

"No thanks. You're going with his friends. They don't like me."

"You say that about everyone, Abby, and it's not true."
"Oh yeah?" They pushed open the double doors and walked into cold Chicago air. "Then while you're eating, ask Carter what he thinks about me. And then you can be pretty sure that the rest of the group feels the exact same way." Luka was about to protest, he hated that she had so little self confidence, but Abby cut him off. "Now go!" She nodded towards the group of teenage boys who were standing at the parking lot. "They're waiting."

"We're home!" Luka went to his room and put down his bag, before joining his parents and brother in the kitchen. The table was all set and everything was ready for dinner, so he sat down on his normal seat.

"So how was school, boys? And soccer practice.?" Luka shrugged and took a bite of his pork chop.

"Okay I guess. Nothing out of the ordinary." Luka's brother started laughing, causing everyone to look at him.

"Luka's got a girlfriend." Luka sent his brother a dead stare as both of his parents looked interested at him, feeling his cheeks growing red of embarrassment.

"She's not my 'girlfriend', Niko. She's just my really good friend who happens to be a girl!"

"And you want me to believe that? Oh please! You flirt like non-stop." Luka took a sip of his water, trying to stay calm.

"Fine, I like her, okay? And I'm pretty sure she likes me too. It's just still too early."

"Boys, stop the fighting. You can save that till after the dessert!" Luka looked down and picked up his fork, sticking it into a piece of potato.

"Sorry, tata!" He really wanted to quit this conversation, or well, discussion as well.

"Yeah, sorry. But you should really stay away from her, Luka. She's not good for you."

"Niko, it's enough!" Luka had almost dropped his fork, and was now staring speechless at his brother.

"What I'm saying is, half of the girls from our school has got a crush on you. You can get whoever you want!" Their mom put her silverware down and stared mad at her oldest son.

"Niko, if you don't stop right now, you'll be washing the dishes for two weeks!" That made him shut up. He gave Luka an evil, brotherly smile, and started eating his food.

"Well I want Abby!"

Abby had dropped Eric off at a friend's house so they could easily get to the early practice the next morning. She was happy for Eric, he had lots of friends and got to be a way from home pretty often, but at the same time she hated that he wasn't there. Not only because it kept her safe when he was there, but also because she really cared about him. He was the only one from her family that actually meant something to her.

She slammed the front door and, after hanging up her coat, sat down at the living room table. Putting her hair up in a messy bun, she took out her homework and put it on the table.

It didn't take long before Richard came out of the bathroom. Abby looked up, but quickly looked back down and continued what she was doing.

"What's that?" To Abby's relief, he didn't seem drunk.

"Homework." She started chewing on the end of her pencil, trying to figure out what to write.

"What kind of homework?"

"A survey for social studies. We have to fill out some papers about ourselves." She started tapping the pencil on the table, completely lost.

"So what question are doing right now?" He opened the fridge and pulled out some leftovers from the day before.

"I have to write three good qualities about myself." She didn't really want to share this kind of information with him, but she knew she had to.

"Let's see. You're really good at giving blow-jobs, you're good at being quiet when asked to, and… Oh yeah, you taste good!" Abby just bit her lip, trying to ignore Richard's comment. There was no way in hell she'd ever put that on. She'd take whatever punishment he could come up with to make sure of that.

Abby put her hair brush back into the cabinet and closed it. It wasn't very late, but she was kind of tired, and there wasn't much to do. Starting to braid her hair, she left the bathroom.

"Hey Abby!" She stopped walking and turned around to face her step dad.

"Yeah?" He was sitting in front of the TV, watching some kind of wrestling show.

"Did you remember to do the dishes and change all the bed sheets?" Abby bent her head forward, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, I did."

"Good! On your way to bed? She shifted on her feet, finding it creepy every time he tried making small talk. Or well, not really small talk, but not-being-violent talk.

"Yes."

"Oh, okay." He turned his head so he was looking at her. "You sure you don't want to have some fun first?" She bit her lip and looked away. This day had been good so far, he had actually seemed 'normal', not having hurt her in any way. But of course she should have known that wouldn't last an entire day.

"I'd really rather not." Her voice was small and weak, but he still heard it, so he just looked questionable at her. "Not today. Please. I'm really tired." He stayed silent, which pretty much freaked Abby out. "I'll make up for it one day. I promise!" Richard turned back to his wrestling match.

"Okay." Abby's head snapped up. She didn't know if she should believe what she'd just heard, but she didn't want to question him. So after being frozen to the spot for multiple seconds, she started walking away, hurrying to her room.