The Foster's Bad Boy

01: Bex

Foster: to bring up (a child that is not one's own by birth.) I look at that definition a lot, especially lately. I never got the chance to meet my parents. I guess they just didn't want me, at least that's what everyone has told me. In total, I have been to around 15 different schools and 20 different towns, all in the state of Georgia. 

"Bexley, come on! You're going to be late!" My new mom, Willow, yelled up the stairs. Being 17, they took a chance on me. I stayed here maybe a month before they told me they were adopting. They thought that I should at least get a chance to feel like I have a family. 

They were a great family, it was just her and her husband. She was infertile and looking to adopt, hence how I came here. Her husband, Dale, worked as an engineer so he wasn't home much. Willow was a florist, she had her own shop. They did have a pet, a cat named Jack. 

I buried down the stairs wearing a grey hoodie and black skinny jeans. I would be starting at Riverside High School, my senior year.

"Good morning! I have french toast here if you want that for breakfast." Willow offered. I gladly sat down and started to dig in, she was an amazing cook. 

"Thank you Willow." I responded, smiling.

"You're welcome hun." She left to go get ready for work. She knew I wasn't comfortable with the whole 'mom and dad' thing so, she didn't push me on calling them that. I finished my breakfast and rinsed off the plate.

"I'm heading out!" I yelled as I walked out the door, locking it. She had told me that the school was about a 5 minute walk, I could handle that. I pop in my earbuds for my phone and start my walk.

Once I get to the school, it looked like your typical high school. Cars filled the lot, cheerleaders by the football players, the group of smokers by the tree, that was here. I walked past a group of guys, just wanting to get in the building for my schedule.

"Look at the new girl."

"She looks familiar, I don't think she's new."

"Maybe she just looks like one of the girls you fucked." They all burst into a bunch of laughs.

"Maybe you should just shut the hell up." His voice was different from the rest of the guys. His was deeper, sounded more stern. I was at the door when I turned around to look at the group.

There was four of them, each one spoke. I made eye contact with one and he smirked. I quickly opened the door and ran in, only to run into someone. My first thought was the man who was talking. 

"Hey, you okay?" He asked. This was not that guy, his voice was sweeter. He held a hand out for me which I took.

"Yeah, thanks." I looked at him. He had bright blue eyes and brown messy hair with glasses.

"I'm Alex, and you are?" He smiled, still holding my hand. I didn't have any friends so I guess making some wouldn't hurt.

" Bexley, but call me Bex." I smiled back, taking my hand back from him. "By the way, where's the office at?" He smiled and showed me the way. He was nice, something I really wasn't use to. 

We arrived at the office and I thanked him. I went up to the secretary, she looked like a witch. This lady had a large nose, long black hair that was tied up in a formal-looking bun and green eyes. After taking my schedule and my locker code, I went to go find my locker. I found Alex standing next to my locker, making me raise an eyebrow.

"What are you doing?" I asked him. How did he even know where my locker is?

"Well, since you're new, the office asked for someone to show you around. So, here I am!" He smiled, which made me laugh. I could tell we were going to get along.

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"So you play football and hockey?" This kid was like sports champion in everything. I have never played a sport in my life and I'm friends with the jock. He also is in photography, which is really cool! Alex was a great person, a good first friend. Even though we had just met, it seemed like I knew him forever.

At this point, it was the end of the school day and we were walking back to my locker, which his is near by. All of a sudden, I ran into a hard chest, enough to knock me over. It wasn't Alex, he was helping me up with all my things already in his hands. 

This man, I remembered him from this morning. He was the one who told everyone to stop talking. 

And the look on his face was telling me that it was a mistake I ran into him.

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Hey guys! So I'm finally back and I have some great ideas for this book. 

Not much to say on this one but, I'll be back!

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