#cute i think

[graciegoeskrazy]

change in pressure

george daniel + stepdaughter!teen!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of bio dad, yelling, reader puches someone, mentions of blood, nothing gory or graphic, kind of short i started and finished this today (🫠) not proofread lolz

a/n: this is the unofficial sequel to ‘somebody else’. it basically just touches on the events there so i would recommend giving it a read before hand.

George was set for his day off. A beautiful day with no worries or fears about what’s to come. Just him, a TV, food, and a house to himself. The fantasy of a day off however came to an end when a call rang, two seconds after he sat down.

It had no caller ID but the area code was one he recognized so he answered anyway. “Hello?” He said, softly sighing.

“Is this the father of y/n Aitchison?” A voice sounded.

George’s attention piqued. “Yes, step-father.”

“This is Principal Mitchill, from y/n’s school. How are you doing today?” He said.

“Fine- is y/n alright?” George, getting straight to the point.

“Yes. However, I’m afraid she was sent to my office this morning

George grew confused. being sent to the front office hadn’t been unusual for you lately, but a call being sent home hadn’t happened before. The pair have noticed your mood changed recently, little slips of anger issues or what have you. Never directly to them though. They chalked it up to hormones of a growing girl and let it be, but now, George was connecting some dots.

”We’ve been trying to get into contact with her mother but she wasn’t answering. Do you know if she or yourself could come pick her up?”

George started to stand and put his dish away. “Her mom is out of town. I can be there in 15.”

“Thank you, see you then.”

…

”A fist fight! Really?” he said, as he slammed the door shut while getting in the car.

You rolled your eyes from the passenger seat. ”She got what she deserved. It’s not that big of a deal.”

”It’s a huge deal! Damn, even the shit I did when I was your age wasn’t ballsy enough like fist fight.” George really couldn’t believe what was happening. He couldn’t comprehend this news. Even given your history, this was so unlike you.

”Oh, of course. I bet you were an angel.”

He looked you dead on, “Not the point, missy. The point is you broke that girl's nose!”

”Have you seen her face? She deserved it.” You chuckled. George didn’t find it as funny though.

“Not the point ethier!” Damn it, she’s so much like her mother. ”You’re about to go to high school, y/n! They said this is going on your permanent record! They’re gonna look at his shit and see it and it's gonna get you in trouble down the road.”

”Whatever, I don’t care.” you said, mumbling, still loud enough for George to hear.

“Since when? Since when has this new, grungy, uncool, mean girl take over the body of my y/n who used to love school and would DREAM of putting a fist up against a petty teenager? Huh? What happened to her?”

”Oh shut up! Stop pretending to be my dad.”

As much as he knew you didn’t mean it. As much as he wanted to brush the comment off like it was nothing, he couldn’t deny the slight ache in his heart. You faced the window, too scared to confront him. You felt his eyes remain on you, even more when he let out a sigh before starting the car,

”Forgive me for caring.”

…

You ran straight upstairs when you got home. you expected him to stop you, tell you to come down, but he didn’t. You know yourself, you didn’t mean it. However, you didn’t know if George knew that.”

Hours passed, you declined dinner when George offered via text, he thought you were still mad at him, you thought he was still mad at you.

You worked up the courage at around 10 pm. You had heard his footsteps lead to his and Charli’s shared bedroom almost an hour ago, and figured it was time to go and apologize. the more you sat around or tried to distract you self from the events earlier today, the more agonized you felt.

You knocked out he door. He was sat up in bed, doing some work on his laptop. He smiled at thee sight of you. You just stood awkwardly at the door.

You had planned what to say, tried to imagine how this would all go down, but no rods came out of your mouth when you tried to speak, instead, just a tear down your cheek.

He playfully opened up his arms to you and you practically ran into his embrace, already starting to cry. He let out an almost fake grunt and kissed your head as you started to ramble.

”I didn’t mean what I said.” You spoke, softly.

”i know you didn’t-“

”I’m so sorry!” your cried into him. George just smiled.

”You don’t need to be sorry.”

”I said you weren’t my dad! And you are! You are my dad! You were trying to be helpful and I was being a bitch.”

”Hey! You are not a bitch.” He said, grabbing the sides of your face.

”But I’m sorry.”

”Fine. You’ll be forgiven when you tell me what going on with you.”

You groaned and he smiled.

You thought for a minute. truthfully, you had your answer, it was just hard to put into words. ”I don't like school anymore.” You started.

”No?”

You paused. ”No.”

”Why no?” He asked.

“It’s too boring.”

He smiled again. ”Well, everyone finds school boring.”

”Not me. I used to love school.”

”Hm. What happened then.”

You shrugged. ”I started not loving it?”

”Why’s that?”

You changed the subject, ”I feel like I haven't been the same since Justin was here.” George moved, to look directly at you. ”I don’t know why but I con’t stop thinking abut him…the things he did to me…or my mom.”

He didn't know a lot about Justin, or the specific things he did to you, knowing it was always a touchy subject and Charli and George wanted to respect your wished, as long as they knew you were okay. ”Like what.” He asked.

”I don’t want to talk about it.”

George feared he overstepped. ”Ok, we don’t have to. Why do you think you can't stop thinking about him though.”

”I get scared…that he’s gonna do something again. And maybe that’s why I keep acting out? I really don’t know-“

”Hey, It’s okay. You don’t need answers right now.” You nodded. “Just know I’m here if you need help finding them.”

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