Fifteen with An Attitude

It's been two months since the last prank Becca pulled on Paige and not much happened since then. Becca had already recovered from the bruises. She hadn't forgiven Elena yet, so she and Elena weren't still in a good term. She usually just shut her off or avoided her mother for good.

"Morning, sweetie," Elena greeted as Becca appeared in the living room.

Becca didn't answer. She just rolled her eyes and walked away to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and took out a pitcher of orange juice. She turned around and almost spilled the orange juice everywhere because Damon stood there, right behind her.

"Geez, Dad. You startled me," Becca said, stepping aside so she could grab a glass and poured the orange juice into it.

"Rebecca," Damon started, standing in front of her, "This needs to stop."

"What are you talking about?" Becca asked, pretending not knowing what Damon was actually talking about.

"The cold shoulder you give your mother," Damon stated bluntly.

Becca once again didn't answer. She raised her glass filled with orange juice toward Damon, like making a toast, and drank it. "Rebecca, I'm serious," Damon said sternly.

"Who says I'm not?" Becca replied with an attitude.

Damon furrowed his eyebrows. "Don't give me attitude now, Rebecca. It's not the right time," he told her in his low voice. "Then when is?" Becca asked, smirking at her own smart ass question.

"Rebecca," Damon warned, "Don't make me tanned your backside."

Becca put her hands up in the air in surrender. She knew when she had to stop. "Alright, Daddy," she said, acting nicely.

"I know you're still angry at your mother, but I think you don't have any reason to. As she said, she didn't do it on purpose. I know it's hard to forgive someone, but..."

"Oh, look at the time Dad. We have to go now before I'm late," Becca cut him off mid-sentence.

"Rebecca, it's rude to cut someone's sentence off like that," Damon said sternly.

"But I don't wanna be late," Becca whined.

Damon raised his eyebrows. "And since when do you care so much about getting on time to school?"

"Uh... Since I care about my education?" It came out more like a question rather than a statement.

Damon crossed his arms. "Mm-hmm," he commented. He knew Becca just wanted to make excuses, so she could avoid having the talk.

Damon let out a sigh in exasperation. "Fine, but we'll continue our talk when you get back home from school," Damon said. He turned away and walked to the front door.

He grabbed his car keys and Becca jumped in the car. Then he drove her to school. Damon pulled his car in front of school entrance and pecked a kiss on Becca's forehead. "I love you. Please behave yourself," Damon said.

"Okay dad," she mumbled. She rolled her eyes while opening the door. She got out and felt a sharp swat on her thigh.

"Ow!" she whimpered and whirled around to face her Dad.

"I saw that," Damon told her, referring to the eye rolling.

Becca rubbed where she had been swatted and pouted. Damon let a smirk grew on his lips.

"I'll pick you up at 3:30. Have fun and behave. I'm serious, Rebecca," Damon told her sternly.

Becca huffed. "Fine. Bye, Dad," she said, whirled and walked through the school entrance to her class.

"Do you want to explain to me why you look so gloomy?" Damon inquired as he drove home after picking up Becca later that day.

"Mind your own business, Dad," Becca snapped at him.

"Watch your tone, young lady," Damon told her sternly, giving her a slight glare.

"I'm just worried," he added, diverted his gaze back to the road.

"I had a bad day. That's all," Becca answered quietly.

Saying she was having a bad day was an understatement. First, she was late to class because some girls blocked her way. Second, in the Math class, the teacher pulled a pop quiz, exactly when Becca didn't study at all the night before. Third, she left her Chemistry assignment at home and the teacher had zero tolerance on the late submission. Then, when she was about to get her lunch, she realized she didn't have her wallet. Someone must've stolen it from her backpack. Next, she was walking to her locker when someone bumped into her and spilled her juice all over her books, so her books were all soaking wet. Finally, Paige and her friend made an offensive comment about Becca and she, of course, didn't take it too well. They almost got into a huge fight if a teacher didn't show up and break them up.

"Lighten up. It's Friday. Usually you're all happy and excited when it comes to weekend," Damon said, trying to cheer her up.

"Not today," Becca mumbled.

"How about we get some ice cream?" Damon offered.

"I'm not five, dad. Do you think if we get some ice cream, then it'd make it all better? Nope, I don't think so," Becca replied rudely and with a huge attitude.

"No need to give me attitude, Damon said sharply, "I was just offering. I thought it would cheer you up." Becca could see his eyes darkened.

"Well you were wrong," Becca commented.

Damon didn't say anything. The rest of the drive home was awkwardly quiet.

"Your Mom has to go out of town this weekend and she won't be back until Sunday night. So, it's just you and me," Damon informed her as they walked inside the house. "Finally! The light at the end of the tunnel," Becca said, more like to herself.

Damon narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Becca looked up at him. "I think you know exactly what I mean, Dad," she said, smirking.

"No, I don't. Care to elaborate?"

"You know... There's finally something good happen after a long, horrible, bad day. Something to be grateful for," Becca said, shrugging her shoulders.

"That's why we need to talk," Damon concluded.

"No," Becca said, knowing what Damon meant, "Not happening." She darted up the stairs and slammed the door close.

Damon shook his head. "Ugh... That kid," he mumbled and ran his finger through his hair.

"Dad, can I go to a party tonight?" Becca asked his dad the next day as she walked inside the living room.

"Morning to you too, Rebecca," Damon said, completely ignoring her question.

"Morning. Now answer me, Dad. Can I go?" Becca asked again.

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"Is it one of the senior parties that I've heard?" A voice interrupted them. Alaric emerged from the kitchen and sat down next to Damon on the couch in the living room. "Maybe," Becca answered vaguely.

"My answer is definitely no," Damon said. There was a hint of finality in his voice.

"What? Why?" Becca asked, shooting him a pleading look.

"Do you really think I don't know what a senior party is all about?" Damon asked back, raising his eyebrows.

"Not that I'm aware of," Becca replied nonchalantly.

Damon sighed. "Alcohol, making love, more alcohol, sexy dancing, sexy clothing, drugs, more and more alcohol. Get why I don't want you to be there?"

Becca groaned and threw her head back. "Come on, Dad," she pleaded, "What if I promise you I wouldn't drink or do drugs?"

"This isn't open up for discussion, Rebecca," Damon told her.

"But..."

"My decision is final. You're not going to that party. Now, if you keep whining to go to that party, I won't hesitate to give you a spanking," Damon warned her. He wouldn't really give her a spanking, but the dreaded 's' word usually made Becca zipped her mouth.

"Ugh... Whatever," Becca replied as she rolled her eyes. Then she walked back to her room.

Somehow, the day went worse than Becca thought it would be.

"Becca, can you please go down here and do your chores?" Damon called her out from the bottom of the stairs.

"No! Do it yourself!" Damon heard her replied.

"Don't make me come and get you, Rebecca," Damon growled.

"I don't care!" Becca shouted again.

One second later, Damon was already standing in her room.

"Go away, Dad. You're just wasting your time," Becca mumbled, not looking up from her phone.

Damon snatched her phone from her hands.

"What... Dad!" Becca shouted and glared at him in disbelief.

"Give me back my phone!" she demanded, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"I will. After you do your chores," Damon said, shoving her phone into his own pocket.

"I don't want to," Becca huffed.

"Then you won't get your phone back," Damon told her, motioning her to get downstairs.

Becca groaned in response, but leapt out of her bed. The only reason she did it was because she wanted her phone back and she knew Damon wouldn't let her get her phone back until she did what he told her to. Becca walked past Damon and he landed a sharp swat across her backside.

"Ow! What was that for?" Becca asked.

"Sassy comments, disobedience, making me come up here," Damon listed.

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Becca grumbled all the way to the living room. Damon landed another sharp swat across her thigh as Becca stepped on the bottom stair. She turned around and gave Damon a glare.

"Do your chores and I don't want to hear any more complaints from you. Got it?" Damon asked sternly.

"Fine," Becca mumbled and started doing her chores.

After lunch, Becca decided to pick out a movie and watch it. It was in the middle of the movie when Alaric saw her put her feet on the table.

"Becca, put your feet off the table," he told her.

"Why don't you make me?" Becca replied sassily.

Alaric stood in front of the TV, blocking the sight. "Put your feet off the table, Rebecca. Now," he said sternly.

"Put your feet off the table, Rebecca. Now," Becca mocked him.

Alaric took a deep breath. "Don't push me, Rebecca," he said.

"Oh I'm not pushing you, Uncle Ric. How can I do that? You're standing like two feet away from me," Becca smarted off at him.

"Rebecca," Alaric said in his low voice. Becca rolled her eyes, but put her feet off the table.

The day went slowly. Too slowly. Becca was being sassy and kept disobeying Damon and Alaric all day long. She gave them attitude, cursed on both of them, disrespected them, and basically did all the things that drive both Damon and Alaric crazy and also provoke their anger, especially Damon.

"Dad, can I go to Mystic Grill?" Becca asked, later that evening. She was getting bored.

"Considering of what you did all day long... No," Damon answered.

Becca groaned and threw her hands in the air in frustration. "Urggghhh! God! Have you ever letting me go anywhere at all?! I'm not a prisoner! You can't keep me here all day long!"

"Becca, calm down," Alaric said, trying to calm her down.

"No, I'm not going to calm down! You know what Dad? I think you need to stop being an asshole," Becca said.

Damon was taken aback by Becca's remark. "Excuse me?"

"Oh I think you heard me loud and clear," Becca countered sassily.

"I think I did. Go to your room! I'll be up in a bit," Damon told her coldly, pointing to the stairs.

Becca ran upstairs and slammed the door close.

It was about half an hour later when Damon finally calmed down and ready to deal with Becca. He and Alaric had discussed it and they decided it would be fair if both of them gave her spanking since Becca disobeyed both of them. They agreed that Damon should punish her first, so he walked upstairs and knocked on Becca's door. Without waiting for Becca to answer it, Damon pushed the door open. He was appalled when he saw no one in there. "Rebecca?" he called out.

He checked on her bathroom, her walk-in closet, even under her bed and Becca wasn't anywhere to be found. Then he found the opened window and he immediately knew what happened.

"Damon? Is everything okay?" Alaric asked, walking into Becca's room.

"She's not here," Damon answered, clearly frustrated as reality hit him. He felt like he'd aged 100 years in just matter of seconds.

"What do you mean she's not here?" Alaric asked, puzzled.

"She snuck out from the window," Damon told him, letting out a frustrating sigh.

"I think we both know where she's going," Alaric commented, letting out a sigh as well.