Broken boy

Week 2

Chapter 4

"Cameron" Lisa's faint voice travels to me in my sleeping state. I stir slightly, already sick of my new school, it's has been a week and I have made zero friends. I've learned the ropes at least, Reese sits with his surfer friends, Finn sits with all the "rebellious kids" or whatever you call kids with too much money and time, and I sit at a corner table all alone.

Lisa's tranquil voice brings me back to the present, Monday. "Cameron, sweetie it's time to get ready for school" .

  I open my eyes slightly and watch Lisa leave the room, realizing that I had woken up. I throw myself out of bed and make my way to the bathroom, starting my morning process. I must admit, even though I'm not the schools biggest fan this house is pretty nice, ok VERY nice. It's what every little kid dreams of, even the annoying older brother who hates your guts. I worry I'll never get along with Finn, but it's mostly because, as much as I shouldn't, I'm quickly becoming attached to this home. I always try to keep my distance but it's hard not to fall into the cozy lifestyle I've always dreamed of. I get dressed, today's look being tight grey jeans a tight long sleeve black top and a dark grey denim jacket and black ankle boots. Normally I wouldn't try so hard but Lisa did a little research on the latest trends and came home the other day with mass amounts of clothes for me, as much as I try not to stand out I really loved what she grabbed and I know I would feel rude if I didn't wear any of it. I grabbed my bag and books and braced myself for the drive with Finn, I figured Lisa and Harold had left for work already, and Reese had surf. Reese and I hadn't had a lot of time to get to know each other yet but he has been friendly and of course a knight to me in some ways, I haven't had anymore problems with Gabe.  

I reach the bottom of the stairs and expect Finn to be waiting impatiently but he's nowhere in sight, I panic slightly thinking he left without me.

"Finn?" I called out... nothing. I trek back upstairs and down the hall, his room was across from mine but the door was firmly closed and I was extremely intimidated. I figured if he wasn't home what was the harm, I crept up to the door and knocked lightly. I hear a groan and a soft "come in". Confusion washes over me but I crack the door open and start looking around, his room was nice and his large bed was centered in the room. Finn was curled in the center of the bed and I couldn't help but find it adorable.

"What the fuck?" He says in a raspy voice as he sits up. The realization that I was staring at the beautiful boy in blankets hit me and I took a few steps back toward the doorway.

"W-were gonna be late" I stuttered, silently cursing myself for not being able to pull it together and talk.

"Fuck! what time is it?" He asks throwing off his covers. Finns tanned abs are the first thing I see, he's in only his boxers and I can't help but blush but I also can't turn away.

"About 7:30" I say trying to act casual. Finn runs around the room grabbing dirty and clean clothing trying to make an outfit. He suddenly looks up with a questioning look

"why are you still here?" I accidentally scoff and turn to leave, how could he be so rude. I'm trying my best, it's not as if I've never encountered people like Finn before but it hurts because I've never felt so happy in a foster home and I really want to make a connection and stay. I go back down stairs and grab an apple, breakfast is the most important meal right? Finn rushes down the stairs and grabs his binder on the kitchen table all while sending me a scowl. This is the last straw, who does he think he is, it's not like I was the one who woke him up in the first place! My normal timid demeanor is shed, something hard for people to do but I was fed up.

"What are you in a hurry for its not like your loser friends are gonna be on time today anyway" I comment, making a low blow at his choice of friends, I realized it probably didn't hit that hard but I don't know him well enough to say anything else.