Figuring Out Foster

Chapter 15

Foster leaned back against the sink. And for a moment, his eyes intently watched mine. I couldn't get a good read on what he was feeling at that moment. It made me anxious.

Pulling my gaze from his, I looked over to find a small girl, a freshman most likely, stumbling in the entryway, taking both me and Foster in. I could she her blush increasing under her dark-rimmed glasses.

I stepped away from Foster, and tried to reassure her that we'd leave and she could use the bathroom but she suddenly spoke.

"I'm sorry!" The girl squeaked out before running from the bathroom.

I watched the door the girl left open as it closed automatically.

"Can't imagine what she thought we were doing in here." I said jokingly at the girl's retreat. He wasn't saying a word, but I could hear him trying to catch his breath from our heated kiss. Even I had to admit I was a bit winded, but I think it had more to do with being weak-in-the-knees knowing it was Foster's lips that were just on mine.

The tension in the bathroom was thick, and I was almost afraid to turn toward him. Why isn't he saying anything? Was he regretting the kiss?

Looking back to Foster, I noticed all of his desire to kiss me was gone as he was no longer looking at me. His gaze now completely set on the cracked tile floors in this run-down bathroom. I walked closer to him, and suddenly his head snapped up to look at me, giving me an unreadable expression before stalking toward me.

Subconsciously, I took a step back from his advances but just as I thought he was coming to me, Foster passed me. Disregarding me, Foster walked to the bathroom door. I closed my eyes tightly waiting for him to exit and leave me there.

The click of a lock sliding into place caught my attention. Spinning around, I saw Foster leaning against the door and his hand still on the locking mechanism.

"Foster, what—"

"Maggie, I have some things in my life that I want to sort out before this happens." He mumbled off as he pushed himself off the door, walking over to me.

"What do you mean by 'this'?" I looked up as Foster stood in front of me.

"Can you please tell me you'll stay away from Vincent?" He asked seemingly worried about me.

I scowled at him instead of answering. I was a bit peeved that he completely ignored my question, but really, I wanted to know what he meant by 'this'. As in kissing me had to wait or... what?

"I know I can't be with you all the time at school but I can't handle thinking you're going to do something to get Vincent off my back." He continued to talk ignoring the look I was giving him.

Though, he was right, he was so right about Vincent. I probably will, eventually, think of something to get him to stop.

"What did you mean by 'this'?" I asked again. Glancing up at Foster, he expression was strained. I could tell he was trying to find a way out of the conversation I kept trying to bring up.

"There's a lot going on with me right now, and I don't want to add you to it." Foster said it like it was simple, but clearly it wasn't if I was reading his expression correctly. Especially, when I simultaneously watched him tug on his lip ring, pulling it into his mouth. I squinted up at him, because there was definitely more to it than that.

"You just think that one day you're going to scare me away or hurt my feelings, right?"

He looked at me dumbfounded for a moment before realization dawned on him, "You weren't asleep in the car last night." His shook his head slightly, and then leaned back against the bathroom wall rubbing a hand through his hair, "I keep forgetting how dangerous you are, Maggot." He smirked at me, but the joking nature of his words never reached his eyes.