Foster Me: Emerson's Secret (ON GOING)

Chapter 5

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"Let me see your schedule." Mack requested.

I started to rummage through my bag again only to remember that I stuffed it in my pocket before lunch. I reached into my pant pocket and pulled out my schedule. I handed it to her.

"Hmph," she said. "Biology and Chemistry? Your taking senior classes? Are you mad?"

"If I had it my way I'd be in classes with people my age."

"Did your parents fill out your course selection sheet?" She asked.

Foster parents. "Yea. They are trying to murder me."

"I hear ya. I got it easy this semester. Art, Math, Drama and Photography."

"Lucky."

"The counsellor was lookin' out for me," she chuckled. "If only you had Art during first period. Then we'd be together."

"Same teacher?" I asked.

"Yup. Mr. Richards. He's a pretty chilled teacher who gives you lots of time to work on your projects."

I'll need that extra time to get caught up on the 3 months of course work I already missed. I already feel the stress.

"Levi alert," Mack muttered.

Before I had a moment to react, Levi was standing at the end of our table.

"Hey ladies," he said.

"Hi Levi," Mack responded.

"What's going on?"

"What do you want?" I asked rather loudly.

Levi smiled at me, "Just thought you guys could use some company."

"We're fine," I said bluntly.

"Come on, everyone can use more company," he said, spinning the empty chair beside me and sat down. He rested his arms in front of him.

"2 of us is plenty."

Mack watched us quietly.

"What's your problem?" he asked.

"You kind of are."

"Why?"

"I tried hard to get rid of you before lunch for a reason, stupid. I don't want to be around you."

"Why wouldn't you?"

"You're not my type."

"I'm everyone's type," he huffed.

"Well you aren't mine." He wreeked desperation. It's probably been 24 hours since he last got some and he's already feeling the withdrawal.

"You're not a very friendly person."

"I'm not trying to be."

"Don't you want friends?"

'Not particularly," I thought to myself.

"We're neighbors now."

"So?" I said. "Just cuz you live across from me doesn't mean we have to be friends." Was this kid serious?

"Wait, you two are neighbors?" Mack asked incredulously.

"Unfortunately," I told her.

"It wouldn't be the worst thing ever to live across from me," he said. "We're not mad neighbors."

That was true. From what Jake and Carol told me, his family was one of the normal ones who minded their own business. They never had any problems with each other.