Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I only own Mouse, Candy, Sarah, Terrence and Josh.
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Chapter Ten
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Finn still couldn't believe that Puck had done this to him.
When had he done this? Why? Why had he gone after Quinn? And then he'd gone after Rachel too! Was she pregnant as well? Why had Quinn refused to sleep with him, and then gone off with Puck? And why had she lied about him being the father?
Questions just kept going around and around in his head, and Finn wanted to scream loudly. Not even singing could get the thoughts to stop.
Tanaka had scheduled a morning non-mandatory football practice that morning, and Finn was only there so he wouldn't have to think about anything other than tackling, running or throwing a football. When he was practising - like when he was singing, usually - he didn't have to think about anything, and didn't have to worry about his best friend fucking his girlfriend...
His plan was going fine until Puck showed up ten minutes later. Finn couldn't help himself, and in seconds, he was on top of Puck, his fists drilling punches into every part of his best friend.
"How the fuck could you do this to me? You bastard!" Finn only realised he was yelling at Puck halfway through, and then continued to yell and punch him until the guys pulled him off.
Oddly enough, Puck didn't hit him back, and just let every punch Finn threw land on him.
"Fight back, you bastard!" Finn screamed, still trying to get at him.
"Cool it, Finn!" Tanaka was yelling in his ear, holding him by the helmet and shirt.
Two others were holding him back as well, but they were struggling.
"Maybe I should go get with Mouse, how about that? You fucking bast..." Finn yelled.
No one had been holding Puck, but now as he started slamming his fists into Finn, the rest of the team rushed to pull him away.
Tanaka waited for a few minutes, allowing his players to calm down.
"Both of you get to the nurse's office. Go separately. Finn, you go first," he muttered, pushing him towards the school building, and using his body to shield Puck. "Move it, Finn!" Ken growled when Finn glared back at Puck.
Muttering, Finn made his way up to the school. He pulled his helmet off, wincing as the motion pulled on his sore arms. His ribs were aching, and probably bruising already. Sitting outside of the nurse's office, Finn briefly wondered who had replaced Mrs. Schuester.
"Hi, Finn. Come in," Mouse said, looking out the office at him.
"Mouse?" Finn said, suddenly embarrassed about what he'd just said about her.
"Yes, me. Hurry up, I'm sure the other guy looks just as bad as you," Mouse said, stepping back.
In a slight daze, Finn followed Mouse into the office. Doing as she instructed, he sat on the small bed and took his football shirt off so she could tend to his bruises.
"This was over Quinn, wasn't it?" Mouse asked quietly, dabbing arnica cream onto his ribs.
Finn just nodded, wincing in pain as she pressed too hard on the large and tender bruise.
"Suck it up, Finn. There's no Vitamin D here to help you get past this. In fact, thanks to Mrs. Schuester's stunt, all pills have been removed from the school, including your everyday aspirin. So unless you've got your own, which I'll have to check before you're allowed to take, you're going to be in pain for the rest of the day," Mouse said.
"I'll be fine," he muttered.
"Says the boy who almost cried when he got slushie'd," she replied sarcastically.
Finn bit his lip and tried not to glare at her.
"You're just like your father, you know that?" Mouse said a few moments later.
"I'm nothing like that bastard," he ground out, his teeth grinding together.
"Yes, you are. You're exactly like him... Don't look at me like that Hudson," she added, turning him around to apply more cream to the bruises on his back. "Your dad ran out on your mum before she gave birth to you. You're doing the exact same thing to Quinn. Sure, the baby might not be yours, but you were dating her, and you promised to help her. She's confused, scared, and so bloody sorry she spent the whole night crying in her sleep."
Finn was silent and bit the inside of his cheek, but it was obvious that he was listening to her.
"She wants you to be there for her, even if you're not there as a boyfriend, she just needs you as a friend. You've known her since she was four years old, Finn, are you really going to let your best girl friend go through everything alone? If you do, you'll be just like your father, not in the fact that he ran off with his secretary, but in the fact that you're leaving Quinn when she needs you the most," Mouse said, then threw him his shirt. "Have a shower during your break after lunch. You need to let the arnica cream work before you go wash it off."
Pulling his shirt on gingerly, Finn nodded and left the nurse's office. He ignored Puck who was sitting outside, and kept walking to his locker, thinking hard.
"Don't look so happy, Puckerman, you're just as bad as he is. And get those thoughts out of your head," she added when Puck's gaze travelled to her legs.
"How am I as bad as him? Quinn chose him, remember?"
SLAP!
"Sit down, shirt off, and shut up," Mouse said, running her hot hand under cold water.
Stunned, Puck fell back onto the small bed. He pulled his shirt off with a glare.
"You too, made a promise to help Quinn. You said that you'd help her in the way that Finn couldn't. Sure, you were just trying to make him look bad, but you still made a promise, and that should mean something to you, Puckerman. Your mother would be disappointed if she knew how many promises you've broken, how many lies you've told, and how exactly you got Quinn Fabray pregnant."
"How do you know about that?" Puck asked, his face stinging.
"I said for you to shut up," she replied, glaring. Despite her tone and words, she was just as gentle with Puck as she had been with Finn when applying the arnica cream to his bruises. "Your dad did the same thing Finn's did; run off when your mum needed him the most. And you're not your dead-beat dad, are you?" Mouse asked. "Or should I say that you're exactly like him? You made a promise, and by going back on it, you're just like him. A dead-beat bastard, isn't that right?"
"All right, I get it," he muttered sourly, turning around so she could heal the bruises on his back. "I'm stupid and I should be there for both of them."
"I'm not the one you should be telling," Mouse said quietly, concentrating on a larger bruise.
Puck would have nodded if he didn't think the motion would have hurt him.
"Is it true that you dated Rachel just because she's Jewish?" Mouse asked after a long stretch of silence.
"What? How did you ... Never mind," he muttered, already knowing what she'd say if he finished asking the question. "Why do you want to know?"
"If you don't date me because I'm not Jewish, you'll regret it," she replied, hesitating a moment.
Ignoring any pain he'd feel, Puck turned around to look at her.
"Are you asking me out?" he asked, incredulous.
No girl had ever asked him out before - he always had to chase after them.
"Yes," Mouse said, sounding nervous. "Well?"
"Well what?" Puck asked, still trying to wrap his head around his currently upside-down world.
"Will you go out with me?"
"I don't date high school girls," he replied.
A feeling of shock and humiliation flowed through her, and Mouse went red in embarrassment.
"You bastard!" she snarled, going to hit him.
Puck grabbed her wrist before her hand could hit its target, and pulled her to him.
"But I'll make an exception for you," Puck said, grinning and kissing her.
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"I already said I was sorry, what more do you want?" Puck yelled.
"For you to stay the fuck away from me, you bastard!" Finn yelled back at him.
"Stupid solid wall," Mercedes muttered, her ear pressed to it.
Standing behind her, Tina had her ear against the wall as well, her eyes scrunched shut as she tried to hear the muffled yells.
"Here, try this," Kurt said, offering Mercedes a glass.
"What are you three doing?" Mouse asked, seeing them pressed up against the auditorium wall.
"Shhh..." Mercedes said.
"Puck and Finn are arguing," Tina answered quickly.
"Again? They'd better not be throwing any punches this time," Mouse grumbled, moving past them to walk into the auditorium.
"What do you mean, again? When did they fight before?" Kurt asked, but she was already inside the auditorium.
"Should we follow her?" Tina asked.
"Hell yes," Mercedes said quickly, going to the auditorium door.
They sat at the very back of the seats, watching as Mouse made her way to the stage, where Finn and Puck were yelling at each other.
"You fucking bastard! You were my best friend!" Finn yelled at him.
"I still am!" Puck replied, his voice raising.
"Not when you get my girlfriend pregnant!" Finn yelled, moving to hit him.
A loud whistle sounded through the auditorium, faltering Finn's progress. Both Finn and Puck looked around, spotting Mouse at the end of the stage. Kurt, Mercedes and Tina all dropped further down so they wouldn't be seen.
"I've already patched the two of you up one time today, and I have the right to refuse to do it again. Finn, Puck, get your arses off that stage and come down here right fucking now!" Mouse said, pointing to the ground in front of her.
Still glaring at each other, they made their way over and stood in front of her meekly. Moving quickly, Mouse grabbed their ears and twisted them painfully. Their howls of pain echoed in the auditorium, and she twisted harder until their yells became whimpers.
"Apologise this instant, and mean it or I'll cause you more pain!" she snarled. "I do not have time for this, and Sectionals are next week, so neither do you!"
"I already apologis..." Puck began to say, then yelled again when his knee was kicked out and he crumpled to the ground. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
"What are you sorry for?" Mouse asked, her words clipped.
"I'm sorry for sleeping with Quinn, for lying to you, and I'm sorry that you think we're not friends!" he said, looking up at Finn.
"Finn, your turn," Mouse said.
He shook his head stubbornly and a second later, he was on the ground too, his knee kicked out as well.
"I'm sorry for punching you," Finn muttered briefly.
"Like you mean it, Finn," Mouse said, glaring down at him.
"I'm sorry for punching you, all right? You're still a fucking bastard though," he muttered, glaring at Puck.
"Technically, you're both bastards. Get over it," Mouse said, rolling her eyes. "Now, get your arses off the floor and shake hands already!"
Slowly and reluctantly, Finn and Puck got up and shook hands.
"Good, now practice on making it look credible... Oh, and check your emails sometime today, I've sent you all something. Tell the others for me, would you, Kurt?" Mouse asked as she left the auditorium.
A few minutes later, Mr. Schuester came in through the other door, the rest of the Glee members arriving soon after to begin their morning practice.
Kurt whispered Mouse's message to the others quickly while Will was busy getting out their papers and helping the band set up. Unable to wait for the chance to get a computer, Rachel pulled out her phone and accessed the internet through that. Within seconds of logging onto her school account through it and opening the email, the rest of the Glee members were all crowded around her to look at the email too. It was a simple message, and only one line long.
Candy will be attending school tomorrow - look after him for me.
They all looked at each other, Puck and Finn's gazes lingering as they apologised silently.
"All right, good to see you're all so enthusiastic!" Will said excitedly, seeing them all standing together. "Here's your music for today," he added, handing the sheets out.
"It's raining men? No way, Schue! I refuse to sing that," Puck said, shaking his head.
"Spoilsport," Kurt muttered, grinning at Mercedes.
"Well, what do you suggest?" Will asked in a slight huff, folding his arms.
"The sweetest thing by U2," Puck said, his eyes flashing a challenge.
"Why that song?" Will asked, not recognising the challenge.
"Because it's a song that was written as an apology, that's why. I say we sing it to Mouse and get her back here," Puck said, glaring again.
"I agree with you on that one, Puck, however I think it should be Mr. Schuester that sings the song," Rachel said, folding her arms.
"All right! That is enough! I know that what I did was wrong, and I understand that you're all upset about it! I can't take it back, as much as I want to!"
"Have you even tried to fix it, Mr. Schue?" Quinn asked.
He opened and closed his mouth a few times, then turned away. "From the top! Now!" he yelled, his voice almost cracking.
"Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah," Mercedes began, her sheet music falling to the ground.
"My love, she throws me,
Like a rubber ball," Finn sang.
Behind them, the band hurried to find the right music.
"Oh, oh, oh, the sweetest thing," the others sang.
"She won't catch me,
Or break my fall," Finn continued.
"Oh, oh, oh, the sweetest thing."
"Baby got blue skies up ahead,
But in this I'm a rain cloud,
You know she likes a dry kind of love," Finn sang, looking over at Rachel.
"Oh, oh, oh the sweetest thing," they sang, Rachel's eyes flicking to Finn.
"I'm losing you, yeah.
I'm losing you, hey," Finn sang, now looking at Quinn.
"Ain't love the sweetest thing?"
"I wanted to run,
But she made crawl," he sang, his hand to his heart.
"Oh, oh, oh, the sweetest thing," the others continued to sing.
Mike put his arm around Santana's shoulders, grinning when she looked at him.
"Eternal fire,
She turned me to straw," Finn sang.
"Oh, oh, oh the sweetest thing."
"You know I got black eyes,
But they burn so brightly for her.
Guess it's a blind kind of love," Finn sang, his eyes locking on Rachel's again.
"Oh, oh, oh, the sweetest thing."
"I'm losing you,
I'm losing you, yeah."
"Ain't love the sweetest thing?
Oh, oh, oh, the sweetest thing.
Oh ho, yay," they sang, Finn still singing the lead.
"Blue eyed boy,
Meets a brown-eyed girl."
"Oh, oh, oh the sweetest thing."
"You can sew it up,
But you still see the tear," Finn sang.
"Oh, oh, oh the sweetest thing," they sang, Puck looking at Schue and wondering if their message was getting through yet.
"Baby's got blue skies up ahead,
And in this I'm a rain cloud.
You know we got a stormy kind of love," Finn sang, a grin on his face.
"Oh, oh, oh, the sweetest thing."
"Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do," they all sang together.
"My love!"
"The sweetest thing,
Oh, oh, oh, the sweeetest thing," they all finished singing, their sheets of music around them on the stage.
Will shook his head and left the auditorium.
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"Welcome to McKinley High. I'm sure you'll be very happy here," Figgins said, looking at Candon.
Candy whimpered slightly and tried to move behind his mother.
"Stop being a baby, Candon! You're a big boy, now get in there already," Sarah muttered to him, pushing him forward towards the school building.
"Come on, Candy. Let's go inside now," Mouse murmured, taking his hand and walking into the school slowly.
Sarah rolled her eyes and turned to Figgins, her eyes wide. "Make sure my boy is all right, will you?" she simpered.
"Of course, Mrs. Franklin. He will be fine!" he reassured her.
She just nodded and then left to the car park.
"Hey, Candy kid!" Puck said, seeing Candy and Mouse at the lockers. "You all right?" he asked Mouse, seeing that Candy was clutching her arm tightly.
"Fine. He shouldn't be here; he is so scared," Mouse murmured, stroking Candy's hair gently. "Calm down, sweetie. Everything will be all right, and if it isn't, you tell me at lunch, understand?"
Candy nodded, but didn't let go of her arm.
"Who's he got homegroup with?" Puck asked.
"Mrs. Komp, with the other disabled kids," Mouse replied. "I'd better take him there and make sure he's all right," she said, sighing softly. "Come on, sweetie. Let's go meet your new teacher," she said, guiding her brother down the hall.
Candy followed dutifully, his grip on her arm not lessening. A minute or two later, they were standing outside Mrs. Komp's classroom. Mouse tried to get Candy to go inside, but he wouldn't listen and refused to budge, shaking his head determinedly.
"Hello, I like your backpack," a voice said behind them.
"Oh, hi Becky. How are you?" Mouse asked, smiling at Becky Jackson.
"Good. Coach put me on the team, and I'm working on my skipping. It's hard, but I like it. Coach is nice," Becky said, smiling brightly.
"That's really good, Becky. I'm so proud of you," Mouse said, hugging her around the shoulders.
"Hi Candy," Becky said, smiling at him too.
"Hi Becky!" he said happily, but still didn't let go of Mouse's arm.
"I like your backpack," Becky repeated.
"To infinity and beyond!" Candy said, grinning. His grip loosened slightly.
"Hello there. Who's your new friend, Becky?" Mrs. Komp asked kindly, smiling at them.
"This is Candy. He's an old friend. We're in the hospital group together," Becky replied.
"Oh, that's nice. You'll have someone to sit with in homegroup, Candy. Why don't you come in, and we can decorate your nametag together?" Mrs. Komp suggested, holding Candy's free hand.
He pulled it away sharply and tried to hide behind Mouse shyly.
"Sorry, Mrs. Komp. He's really shy, and he's never been to school before. Candy's just really nervous," Mouse said, stroking his head to calm him.
"He's never been to school?" Mrs. Komp asked in surprise.
"No, Candy's always been tutored by Anne," Mouse replied.
"Oh," Mrs. Komp said, sighing briefly. "Well, I'll have to see what stage he's up to at the moment. Anne isn't known for her progression," she muttered under her breath, her words not meant to be heard.
"Pardon?" Mouse asked in disbelief.
"Oh, nothing. Come on Candy, let's go inside now. Becky, you too," Mrs. Komp said, taking Candy's hand again.
Becky took her other hand and went inside, encouraging Candy to follow. He did so reluctantly, looking back at Mouse with the most forlorn and upset expression she'd ever seen on her usually-happy brother. Gathering all her breath, she smiled and waved at him, holding her breath until she made her way down to her own locker to keep from crying.
"You okay, Mouse?" Puck asked, waiting beside her locker.
"He looks so miserable, Puck. What if he gets teased in class? He's only a freshman, and I don't know what those kids are like. Do you think they'll tease him?"
He could tell that all Mouse wanted him to do was tell her everything would be all right, and that Candy would be fine, but Puck didn't want her to get her hopes up like that.
"They might tease him. I think most of them are all right, but there's always one asshole in class that will pick on the smallest person," Puck said, his tone gentle.
Mouse bit her lip, her eyes looking back down the corridor to Mrs. Komp's classroom.
"I thought you'd say something like that," she replied, sighing.
The bell rang loudly, and she hurried to get her things for her first classes before going to homegroup with Puck.
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"Do you see him? I can't see him," Mouse said, her hands clenching and unclenching by her sides.
"Mouse, calm down. He's probably fine!" Quinn said, but she too was looking around the cafeteria for Candy.
"Finn, you look for him. You're the tallest," Rachel said, nudging him.
Finn nodded quickly, wiping the sauce from his sandwich on the back of his hand. Standing up, he looked over everyone's heads, attempting to find one in a sea of hundreds. Frowning when he couldn't see Candy anywhere, Finn moved to stand up on the table to look again.
"I don't see him," he said after another minute, getting off the table.
"Oh, god. What if someone stole his lunch? Or what if they put him in his locker? He wouldn't know how to deal with that... Ugh, I feel sick," Mouse said, dropping onto her seat and putting her head in her hands.
"He's probably in the auditorium, Mouse. He has to go past there to get here, so he probably saw the stage and wanted to sing," Mercedes said, patting Mouse's shoulders as she looked to Tina meaningfully.
"Y-yeah, let's go l-look for him," Tina said, getting off her seat.
The others all stood and left, Kurt and Mercedes holding Puck and Finn back.
"Finn, you go check all the toilets, make sure he hasn't gotten a swirly. Puck, you check his locker, make sure he's not in it," she muttered. "Then check anywhere else you think he might be. We'll check the bins," Mercedes said, Kurt nodding.
Both Finn and Puck nodded and left the cafeteria quickly.
"I almost pity the person who's done something to Candy," Kurt said with a sigh, and then left the cafeteria with Mercedes.
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"Candy! Where are you?" Mouse called.
They'd checked the auditorium twice, only to find that he wasn't there. Mouse had even asked Mrs. Komp if she knew where Candy was, in case she'd kept him back during lunch. Mrs. Komp didn't know where Candy was, but suggested a few places they might look.
After five minutes, Mercedes and Kurt returned saying that Candy wasn't in the bins. Finn came back soon after to inform them that Candy wasn't in any of the toilets, and that Finn had been banned from even looking at the girls' toilets forevermore.
They continued to look through the school, Mouse even checking the library, setting foot in there for the first time since quitting. She ignored Mrs. Lemay, too worried about Candy to care about anything the woman had to say.
"Where's Puck?" Artie asked almost ten minutes later.
"We told him to check Candy's locker, and then said to check anywhere else he could think of. I didn't think he'd take this long," Mercedes replied, frowning.
"Someone call him, find out where he is and see if he's found Candy," Kurt said immediately.
Brittany, Tina and Santana pulled their phones out immediately.
"Put it on loudpseaker," Mouse added when Brittany nodded that she'd gotten through.
"Hey, I've found Candy," Puck's voice came through the small speaker on the phone.
"Where is he?" Mouse asked quickly.
"Football oval. You've got to come and see this, you won't believe it," Puck said, the call cutting off.
Frowning at each other, they all hurried outside.
The football team was sitting on the bottom row of the bleachers, Candy sitting in the middle of them. His Toy Story bag was on his shoulders, his Cars lunchbox on his lap. He looked safe and unharmed, but Mouse still had to make sure. Running over to the bleachers, she went over to where they were sitting.
"Candy! What are you guys doing with my brother?" she asked, glaring at them all.
"We didn't want him to get teased in the cafeteria, so we brought him out here instead," Terrence replied.
"How did you get him out here?" Mouse asked warily, frowning.
"I piggy-backed him out," Terrence answered, his face darkening.
"Mousie! Sweet has lots of friends!" Candy said happily, hugging Terrence around the neck.
"That's good, Candy. That's very good," Mouse said, sighing as she sat down.
"Where's Kent?" Finn asked as the other Glee members came over and sat down too, looking wary.
"Not here," a jock said with a grin.
"Why not?"
"He teased our boy Candy here, so we told him to get lost," Terrence said, grinning broader.
"You did that for my brother?" Mouse asked, stunned.
"Yeah. We don't want you hurting us," he said, grinning. "Kent's only just able to feel his balls, and I like mine enough to not want them blue for the rest of my life," Kent said, laughing.
"No swearing or crude words around Candy. He copies," Mouse said, looking at her brother.
He didn't seem to have heard what Terrence had said, and was eating his peanut butter and jelly sandwich happily enough.
"Right. Well, we didn't think you'd mind if we brought him out here. We made sure no one did anything after his classes either," Terrence added.
"Why? Was someone going to do something?" Mouse asked quickly.
"No, nothing like that," another one replied, hitting Terrence's shoulder.
"He was fine. Singing and the like," Terrence replied, rubbing his shoulder and glaring back at his friend.
"What was he singing?" Mouse asked.
Terrence shrugged, looking at the others around him for an answer.
"Hakuna Matata. You know, the song from Lion King," a brunette one said, reddening when the other jocks looked at him critically.
"Don't give him that look; you all danced to Beyonce's Single Ladies just two weeks ago!" Mouse said, shaking her head at them. "Younger sister or brother?"
"Both. My sister's in pre-school, and my brother's in grade three," he said with a slight grin of pride.
Candy rested his head on Mouse's shoulder, yawning slightly.
"Sweet tired. Sleepy sweet," he murmured, smiling as he snuggled into her.
"Have you eaten anything yet, Mouse?" Puck asked a moment later.
She shook her head. She'd been too busy worrying about Candy to even think about eating.
"There's still food in Candy's lunchbox if you want that," Terrence said, noticing the carefully wrapped carrot sticks in the box.
"He should eat his vegetables," Mouse said, shaking her head.
"Oh, come on. He's asleep, and you can just put some in his dinner if you're that worried. Eat," Puck said, holding the lunchbox out to her.
Mouse sighed and took the carrots out, eating them slowly. Candy slept, blissfully unaware of the conversations around him, until the bell rang to signify that lunch was over. Mouse woke up him, singing softly to rouse him. He woke with such a bright smile that more than one heart beat with envy at his ability to be so carefree.
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"Hi, kids! How was your first day at school together? Did you love it?" Sarah called, waving to them from the carpark.
"Oh, god. Why?" Mouse moaned, her head turning to try and hide on Puck's shoulder.
The mothers that were waiting for their younger children were all standing along the path, Sarah separate from them by a distance. By the smile on her face and the way she was waving, it seemed that she didn't care, but Mouse knew that the moment they were inside the car, it would be all she'd hear about.
Candy gripped Mouse's hand tightly. He didn't like the way Sarah drove, neither did Mouse for that matter, and Candy often cried whenever she tried to take him out in the car. He'd been too sleepy to cry this morning, not used to waking up and needing to get ready for school.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" Puck asked Mouse quietly as they headed over to Sarah.
"No, she won't let me live that down. I'll see you tomorrow. You've got Glee practice tomorrow; don't forget," Mouse instructed firmly, sliding her arm out from around Puck's waist. He muttered under his breath, but let got of her too, kissing her forehead and glaring at Sarah who just smirked at him.
"See you tomorrow, Candy kid. Be good," Puck said, ruffling his hair.
"Good sweet!" Candy promised, then hugged Puck tightly. "Bye Pucky."
Puck grinned, ignored the looks the mothers gave him and headed out of the street and down towards his house.
"Hi, Mum. How are you?" Mouse asked, forcing herself to kiss her mother's cheek.
"Oh, I'm absolutely fine, sweetie! Your boyfriend didn't say hi to me," Sarah simpered, a glint in her eyes that made Mouse want to hit her.
"He's shy," Mouse lied, opening the back door for Candy and helping him take his bag off.
Mouse slid into the car first, hoping that Candy would follow without too much of a fuss. Sarah had insisted on driving and picking them up today, despite only being two streets away from the school. It was Sarah's baby boy's first day, and she didn't want him to go into the school building without his mother. Not that she'd gone in anyway, but who was Mouse to argue?
Thankfully, Candy got into the car and helped Mouse put his seatbelt on tightly.
"Good boy," Mouse murmured, reaching over him to pull the door closed.
Sarah got into the car, shutting her door loudly. "Bloody bitches didn't even say hi to me," Sarah muttered, glaring out at the mothers greeting their own children.
Mouse sighed, held Candy's hand and hoped that their mother would just drive straight home and not take the scenic route just so she could bitch and complain for longer.
"I was waiting there for a whole fifteen minutes, and not one said hello! How rude can you get?" Sarah muttered as she pulled out of the carpark.
Mouse bit her lip to keep from almost screaming: a car had been turning into the street towards them, and had only narrowly missed them. The car's horn blasted behind them, and she looked at Candy to see he had his eyes scrunched tightly.
"I think Candy needs the bathroom, Mum," Mouse said as they neared their street.
If Sarah didn't turn now, then they'd be on the scenic route that didn't really exist, and there was no knowing how long that would take. Luck seemed to be on their side, or Sarah just loved her car more than she did bitching, and she hurried to turn into their street.
"The teacher's should let him go to the toilet before he leaves!" Sarah muttered. "You two can walk from now on," she added, pulling into the driveway sharply.
"All right. Come on Candy, let's get you inside to the bathroom," Mouse murmured, taking her brother's belt off when the car came to a complete stop.
Sarah went to open the front door, and Candy hurried to get out of the car, clutching his bag to his chest tightly. The moment Candy was inside, he went straight into the lounge room and pulled his toy box and cars out.
"Thought you said he needed the toilet?" Sarah asked Mouse.
"Guess I was wrong," Mouse said with a shrug, taking her bag upstairs to her room.
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End of the tenth chapter. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!
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