Orelia Foster never thought that she would escape.
She never thought that one day, someone would come and take her away from the man who's had her most of her life.
Who only cares about the money he can make off of her.
That's how most foster par...
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❀ 𝑂 𝑅 𝐸 𝐿 𝐼 𝐴 ❀ (sᴘɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ! - ᴛʜxsᴏᴍᴜᴄʜ)
Gianna Perez, aka the cheerleader who for some reason hates my guts, is currently standing in Ben's front yard, yelling at a girl across the street.
Ben's laughing because the things they're yelling at each other are kind of funny. I try to hide my smile as I make my way over to Marshall and plop down on the stoop next to him.
He seems to be unfazed like Gianna insulting random girls infornt of Ben's house is the normal.
I'm surprised she hasn't woken any of his neighbors considering it's like 9pm.
"Your just mad because I made the cheer team and not you!" Gianna shouts, her voice echoing and reaching the ears of the girl who I can't see because of how dark it is.
"Mad? Mad!? The only thing I'm mad about is not being able to throw you up into the air and accidentally walking away!" I recognize the voice instantly.
"Is that..." I trail off.
"Vera Singh?" Ben finishes for me. "Yup." He says, holding in a laugh as he leans against the railing of his front steps, his broken watch glinting from the porch lights.
I hadn't known her first name. Surprising after the many encounters we've had. I only recognize her by voice and her last name until I can see her clearly.
"Is this like a regular thing?" I question, watching as the girl from the bathroom, the same girl I bumped into and the same one Mr. Montgomery escorted to class, takes a few steps until she's almost crossing the street.
"Mhm. Gianna comes over all the time which I'm never one to complain because Gianna fucking Perez mere feet from my bedroom? Yeah. Sign me up. The only downside is she hates Vera's guts and we're neighbors so..." he shakes his head, his eyes not leaving Gianna once.
"Why do they hate each other" I ask the question but I'm not really paying attention when he answers. I'm watching Rogue.
He's walking away, towards the small shack in Ben's yard. The one he had brought me to not so long ago.
I can still feel the heat of his touch on my waist as he squeezed it. The fan of his cool breath on my face. The way he moved my hips into his.
The sound of the shacks large door being slammed shut snaps me out of those memories I'd rather stay in forever.
I look away from him, my eyes landing on Marshall who's watching me suspiciously.
