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I'd like to say that I don't plan on going into too much detail when it come to El's 'job'. I'm trying to keep the story mature but not too mature that it will make you overly uncomfortable. I would like to remind you that I know the actors are only young but the characters aren't the actors so please don't be offended my any mature writing involving them (no smut btw). Overall, thank you for the kind reviews and I hope your enjoying the story so far. :)

"El Ives!" They all broke into laughter.

"Don't remind me" Mike groaned.

"Dude, you have your work cut out for you, that girls a total spaz" Lucas said between laughing.

"UGH! Well that's my life over" Mike threw his arms in the air and continued to walk down the street.

"Surely you'll be able to get out of it somehow" Dustin told him after he'd finished sniggering.

"I tried! I either tutor her or get kicked out of school!" Mike shouted in annoyance.

"Hey, calm down. You're probably overreacting" Will stated.

"Overreacting? OVERREACTING! Will have you even met her?"

"Yeah… we all have. Have you ever actually spoken to her?" Will raised a brow.

"Have you?" Jessica piped up looking sceptical. They all continued their walks home. The bus was delayed due to road works so they decided that it would be quicker to just walk.

"Well no… She's kind of annoying but its only three hours a week" Will said.

"Only?" Lucas raised his brow. They continued to walk back home. El walked past them from the other side of the road and today decided not to try and even start a conversation with them. She spotted Jess next to mike who spotted her back, instantly purring an arm around Mike and pecking him on the cheek to make her jealous.

"What was that for babe?" Mike smirked, her kiss having lightened his mood slightly.

El rolled her eyes but kept her head down hoping none of the others would see her. She didn't know why she was so desperate to be friends with them. She just was, even before they had become popular. Unlike Jessica. There was something about Mike and his friends that drew her to them like a moth to a flame. Just like the simile, it always ended badly. Dustin seemed like a real nice guy… not to her but to his friends. He always knew how to make the whole class laugh with his jokes. She looked forward to classes with him. Not that he knew this but he always cheered her up even on the worse of days by making her (and the rest of the class) laugh. Maybe he'd be nice to her too if he got to know her.

Lucas just seemed cool. He always wore a bandanna and jean jacket despite what anyone thought of them. He didn't really care what people thought of him. She secretly admired him because of that, no matter how much of a jerk he acted towards her. He was comfortable in his own skin.

She didn't really know Will but she was good at observing. She'd seen him hanging out at the park with his mom and brother as a kid and he seemed like a completely different guy than she met that time he was with Mike and the others. He seemed… sweet.

Mike, as for Mike. She never really paid attention to his attitude or personality, his perfect eyes, his beautiful dark locks and overall perfection had distracted her from his true colors. She took after her mother.

"That little bitch! She does this on purpose!" Martin yelled, kicking the table leg in the kitchen.

"Martin calm down, she's only a little late" Terry rubbed his back, trying to calm her husband. The babies were crying in the other room waiting to be fed, changed and given some attention. Terry was busy cleaning the dishes while Martin simply couldn't be bothered to attend to his children. Suddenly they heard the front door unlock. If looks could kill then El would have died ten times over. She kept her head down as she practically ran into the kitchen to put together two baby bottles of milk.

"How was school sweetheart?" Terry said in a whisper that Martin overheard.

"How was school? HOW WAS SCHOOL!? Terry you let this damn child walk all over you!" He yelled. El didn't even look at him. She silently made her way straight into the sitting room, handed each baby a bottle and laid them down to change their diapers. Once she had finished and the babies were both settled in their playpens surrounded by stuffed animals, she walked straight over to the stairs but was caught off guard when she felt yanking at the collar of the shit she was wearing for the second day in a row.

"Where do you think your going?!" Martin growled.

"I- I" She stuttered. Terry placed a loving hand on Martins shoulder and whispered something into his ear.

"Go and put on your little black skirt and crop top baby, I'll be up to do your makeup in a minuet" Terry smiled at her daughter. El looked scared, not because of what was happening but because she knew what was to come. She sucked in a breath and just nodded. Martin released her from his grip and she bolted up the stairs and began to change.

The black skirt was skin tight and metallic while the crop top was red and strapless. She placed her fake leather black jacket over it and wore his knee-high boots. She debated over which pair she'd wear. She had a pair with heals and the other without. Some of them liked her to look mature with heavy makeup and elevating shoes while others liked when she looked young and natural. After her mom did her makeup she looked into the mirror and tried her best not to cringe. She looked good, too good for her liking.

After 'work' she jumped into her pyjamas and set down her siblings into their cribs. Her mother gave her a final kiss goodnight and she was then left alone with her thoughts. Her mind raced with questions. 'What did Max mean when she said she has a lot to teach me?', 'Will Mike and his friends ever accept me?', 'Who's my tutor?'.

'Should I run away from home' She wondered before changing her mind. 'the police would only bring me back again'.

She tied to clear her mind and get some rest but the thought continued to race. She didn't like living like this, not at all. She sometimes wondered if she should try track down her real dad. Would he recognise her, help her? Would he even care? Probably not. All she wanted was to be normal. She wanted friends and parents who treat her right. She decided to stop feeling sorry for herself. 'My life is normal, right? I'm just overreacting. It's my own fault I have no friends and most girl have to work, don't they?' Finally, she slept.

The next day

"Have a good day at school sweetie, your father and I are taking the babies to visit Martins parent's so we won't be home until late" Terry told El, kissing her cheek.

"Bye momma!" El waved. She decided that today she'd try and remain in a good mood. Hopefully her tutor would be nice and maybe she'd enjoy lunch period, gossiping with Max. Best of all, she had a quiet night to herself. She skipped down the street humming, making her way to the bus stop. Hopefully the bus would be on time today.

If you have any ideas or request please leave them in the review. I will probably update quicker if I have an idea as to what should happen next so I'd appreciate the help. Also if you have an idea for a sub-plot. :)