Foster Kids

3

Its five in the morning as my foster brother Sammy Davis takes me to my high school for my class trip. I got my seat number and climbed on the Mega Bus carrying my purple blur duffle bag. Once on, I find my seat and prepare to get some sleep. Just when I'm about to put my feet in the next seat, someone comes to sit down.

"Sorry miss but.... Um looks like your gonna have to share."

The guy laughs, Its Victor. He's tall, taller then Dam and skin darker too but not to dark almost like German chocolate. He scratchs the back of his neck with his head down. His other hand is holding on to a green and black duffle bag. He looks up and his eyes are a normal brown but when sun light hits like most brown eyes, it makes it look gold. I can nearly see them because of his thick rim glass. He's still kinda cute. I move my body to give him room and he sits down, putting his bag on top. His legs barely have any room and he looks fine with it. He holds his grey sweeter and fixes his white button down, making the coller and cuffed sleeve on the outside of the sweater. He whips his hands on the front of his black jeans. I notice tan vans on him and a Loive Vuitton watch on his left arm, he's diffidently a righty.

"The names Victor, Victor Tate.

"Toni, Toni Ann."

We shake hands and make eye contact, making both of us blush.

"You had a game this season, the whole basketball team did. Are you going to play in college?"

"Yeah, you?"

"For track? Yeah of course."

"That's cool."

He likes to keep things simple and its cute but rude. His voice is deep and sexy but emotionless. I find out later he's wants head to the best restaurant in Florida for our trips and try the food, he wants to works as chief executive director and Head Chef at a popular restaurant in Georgia or Florida, and that he finds me really cute, he doesn't beat around the bush, he's blunt and honest, which now makes him really hot almost sexy and makes me blush, hard.

This rides about to be long and awkward.