Adopted

| Chapter 13 | Boy Drama, Rumors, & A Hot Guys Jacket!?

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I ran after Sara into our room and closed the door behind me.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked her, sitting on my bed. She crawled into hers and completely ignored me.

"Saraaaaa." I dragged on, shaking her. She turned to look at me, tears falling from her eyes.

"It's Jason, he's been texting and calling me a lot." She admitted.

"But didn't you get a new number?"

"Yeah." She answered. I swear, he's gonna piss me off so bad, I wanna-

Calm down Bree.

Shut up, Hope. I'm planning the death of a douche.

Excuse me? I could make your death right no-

Okay, okay! Sorry

"It'll be okay, Sara. Just ignore the boy." I told her. She pulled me into a hug and crawled back underneath the covers.

The next day was very...unexpected.

I pulled on a white long sleeve crop top with my favorite dark high waisted shorts and combat boots. My hair was in a messy bun and I had a bandana folded and tied around my head like a headband.

My first few classes, people were glaring at me or shooting me looks of disgust.

During lunch, Sara and I sat alone together because Brett, for some unknown reason, was ignoring me.

It got worse in math. I was just sitting alone when Emily, Preston's girlfriend, came up to me and slapped me.

"What the heck was that for?" I cried out, my hand immediately going to my throbbing cheek.

"Don't act stupid, geek. Preston already told me everything." She snapped, crossing her arms.

"Tell you what?" I asked, looking over at Preston. He was laughing at something his friend said before looking at me and his smile turned into a frown.

"I don't know...maybe about your cheating habits and using that silly band to get famous.

"Cheating? Using my brothers for fame? Why would I do that?" I growled before making my way toward Preston.

"You wanna tell me something?" I asked him. All of his friends went quiet...actually, the whole class went quiet.

"Uh-"

"You think I'm gonna deal with your stupid rumors causing drama? I'm not. I wouldn't even think of cheating off your test if you think is fall for your tricks? And using my brothers for fame? Now that's just a terribly messes up rumor." I shoved him multiple times. The more I went on the angrier I got. Preston stared at me in shock and my whole body shook.

"I-" He started, but someone interupted him.

"Really Preston? I knew you were a dick, but this is messed up? The poor girl did nothing but said no to hanging out and this is what you do? That is so low, bro. I'm with Bree, that's totally messed up." A boy with dark brown hair and pale skin. His outfit called out badboy, but that made him seem mysterious. He had on a blue button up shirt, a jean jacket folded up a bit, and a silver chain dogtag.

"Keaton, I was being stupid." Preston told the boy. He turned back and looked at Preston before grabbing his stuff.

"Come on, let's go to the back before the class starts." The boy said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to the back.

The teacher walked in and the class started. My attention was on the board until I noticed Brett. He was staring straight me and Keaton, a scowl planted on his face.

"What's his problem?" Keaton asked, nodding towards him. I shrugged and before I could say anything else, the bell rang.

"Hey, thank you for standing up for me." I told Keaton as I collected my stuff.

"It's no problem, I'm sorry he did that. Can I see your hand?" He asked, twirling a pen. I hesitantly held it out before he grabbed it and wrote his number on it.

"I gotta go, call or text me later." He smiled before walking out. I grabbed my shoulder bag and was about to leave when I noticed that he left his jacket that he took off during class.

As I walked down the hall, I sent him a text telling him he forgot it and got into my next class and sat down in my seat, that happened to be beside Brent.

"I'm sorry for ignoring you, I believed the rumors I heard." He explained. I nodded and pulled out my phone.

From: Keaton

Just keep it and wear it tomorrow, it'll look better on you than it does on me :)

Be careful, Bree.

Aren't I always?

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