The Gang Leader's Girl

3. Meeting The Family.

"We need never be ashamed of our tears."
- Charles Dickens

• Picture above is Camila •
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"Come on Mia, you can't stay out here forever! It's getting dark outside!" Rylan keeps insisting I go inside but I feel way more comfortable sitting out here on the porch step, where I don't have to meet a bunch of new people.

I don't understand why I'm so nervous about going inside, I've done this a thousand times. But for some reason, this time just feels different.

I saw from the corner of my eye as Rylan scooted closer to me on the wooden steps we were sitting on, which made me uncomfortable. I awkwardly cleared my throat and pulled his jacket, that I was still wearing, tighter around my body.

Personal space bud, look it up.

"Mia, just tell me what's on your mind." He sighs out.

Even if I did know why I didn't want to go in that house, I still wouldn't have told him.

"Please, just let me help you." He practically pleaded with me.

I glance over at him not convinced he actually cared about what I had to say, he was probably just tired of dealing with me. But the look of genuine concern on his face somehow changed my mind.

Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to open up to Rylan?

I guess I should have a little faith in him. He did save me from becoming roadkill at the airport.

"What if they don't like me?" I whispered, looking down at the concrete, avoiding eye contact with him

"That's it! We are going in. Stand up, Mia." Rylan reached down and grabbing my hands forcing me to stand up.

Which I didn't appreciate.

"I can stand up by myself," I grumbled, ripping my hands from his.

Rylan just threw his hands up in the air in mock surrender.

I turned to stare at the door. I hate being the new kid at a foster home, everyone is always so curious about you, wanting to know your whole life in one day. I'm just not ready for all of that.

"Hey, look at me." Rylan softly demanded.

I slowly looked up at him.

"You don't have anything to worry about here, everyone's going to love you, Mia." His warms eyes almost convinced that what he said was true.

"And If you're not comfortable with going inside yet then okay, we won't. Whenever you're ready Mia, even if we have to sit out here all night, so be it." Rylan continued.

I quickly swallowed and looked away from him. Why is he being so nice? What does he want from me?

"No, just give me a minute," I told him.

"I think she's coming in Ma!" spoke a voice behind the curtain of the window by the porch.

"Shhhh she going to hear you, dummy!" Another voice whispered.

"Wyatt, Camila! Stop spying on the poor girl." Rylan shouted, laughing at them.

"I think I'm ready." I decided.

I just want to get this over with.

"After you madam, lead the way." Rylan bowed.

"You're so weird," I noted out loud.