"Oliver, come on hun wake up." I heard my foster mom say.
I groaned and nodded, sitting up as she walked up. Standing up I streched and pulled off my pj pants and shirt. I had slept through the whole day some how. Looking though my cloths I had washed the other day I grab a My Chemical Romance shirt and some skinny jeans. Walking out of my room I ran into one of the other foster kids named Kri.
"Looks like you finally woke up." She smirked, looking at my half naked body.
I heard our foster mom shout, "Kri! Get back to your room and get ready for school!"
She groaned and walked away, slapping my ass. I rolled my eyes and rushed to the bathroom. Slipping on my boxers, I let them sag just so some of my superman boxers would show. I cliped my chains onto my pants and sliped on my shirt. Some of the other boys started banging on the door.
"Hurry the fuck up Oliver!" A boy named Tommy shouted.
I walked out, pushing them out of the way. I was the seconded oldest there, being 17. I could of left but didn't have the money yet. Heading down stairs, I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my bag. Something was off, there was someone new. I stared at him. He only looked 14. I walked over to him, he looked ready to go to school.
"Hey! You look new here. What's your name?" I said, leanding him a hand.
He grabed my hand and stood up. "Grant." He mumbled.
I smirked and whispered in his ear, "Welcome, I plan to make you mine."
