My first foster mom walks out of the small shop across from where he school is. We lock eyes and she quickly gathers her things and get into her car. She drives off making her wheels squeal. I wonder how her son was. He was one hell of a fucker.
I walk over to the small abandoned park in the middle of town. Barely anyone acknowledged it let alone go to it. I call it my hideout. Also the place i get drugs from hot guys who give me more than drugs.
I sit down on one of the swings and look around. It was cloudy out today and it seemed as if it would rain.
Plop.
Well shit. Of course it starts to rain as soon as i get outside. As one drop turns into about a hundred million that is three times its size, i have to run to the small shop that my old foster mom walked out of less than ten minutes ago.
I walk in and look around and see someone i recognized all too well.
"Well, hey there angel." He said, smirking. Fuck he was still as hot as he was when i met him in my first foster home.
"Hey." I said, putting my hand in the pockets of my sweatshirt. He was working as the cashier and he looked hella hot in that suit he had to wear.
"So, are you still in foster homes?"
"Yeah, yeah i am. I met a nice pair of parents but their daughters probably have plastic surgery planned today. Theyre bitches but at least their parents are cool."
"Any boys?"
"U-uh." I stutter because the way he said was fucking hot. Jesus, i would love to kiss him and fuck him again but i couldnt just do that in public. "No. I met this shy kid though. Curly blonde hair and big brown eyes."
"Oh." He says. He walks out from his place at the desk and stands in front of me. "What about a boy with brown hair and green eyes?"
"Ive moved on." I said, pushing him away. I wanted him but i knew his parents would never agree.
He seemed shocked and shocked turned to anger. He slapped me across the face and told me to fuck off. I did as he pleased and walked straight out of that shop and right back to school just in time for the fifth period bell to ring.
