Figuring Out Foster

Chapter 3

After the last school bell rang, I made my way down the hall to the last classroom in the building. Room B211. Once inside, I closed the door to the room where I will be serving my time for the next week. But with one look around, I regretted ever having gotten into detention.

Relaxing in one of the desks in the middle of the room was Foster, who had a smirk on his face since I walked in.

"What are you doing here?" I asked quiet annoyed with the fact that I had to spend the next thirty minutes with him.

"Trust me; I've got detention for the rest of the school year." He said casually, and then cupped his hands behind his head and leaned back farther in his desk chair, exuding casualness. It irked me.

"I can't imagine what you did to get that much time." I grumbled mostly to myself, but really, I bum-rushed a teacher getting me only a week of detention. I wondered how he could have done to get a month or more of detention. I rifled through my mind thinking about the kind of crimes he probably committed.

Foster looked away from my curious gaze for a moment, before he snapped back towards me and the smirk was back, "but more importantly, what are you doing here, Maggot?"

Ugh, again with the nickname!

Avoiding his amused expression, I walked down a row over from the one Foster was in, and threw my bag on the desk that lined up with his. Leaning back against the desktop, I crossed my arms and stood in a tough pose, then shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly, "I yanked my phone right out of a teacher's hands."

I visibly tried to look badass in front of Foster, clue word here being tried. In the back of my mind, I really wanted him to think I wasn't one to be messed with.

"Ms. Romero?" He questioned, yet I could tell he already knew about her antics.

I nodded my head.

To which he slightly chuckled at, "You're a dangerous girl, aren't you?" he asked teasingly, but the sarcasm was so slight in his voice, I completely missed it.

"You know it." I said, pleased that he now understood.

Foster busted up laughing just as a teacher walked into the room. Upon the teacher's arrival, Foster calmed down enough to smile at the teacher, "Nice to see you again, Mr. Fitz."

The teacher gave a nod to Foster as an acknowledgement of his presence. He obviously wasn't surprised to see Foster in detention, like it had been. "Always a pleasure Foster," Mr. Fitz stated before his gaze landed on me. Unfolding my arms to give respect to the new authority figure, I watched him walk down the aisle towards us.

Mr. Fitz sat atop one the desks in front of Foster's, "So who is the newbie?" The teacher smiled at me, but before I could reply, Foster answers for me.

"She the Bonnie to my Clyde apparently, she stopped Ms. Romero from reading her texts," Foster said and threw a smirk in my direction.

Hearing the news, Mr. Fitz pinched the bridge of his nose to calm himself, "I've told that woman many times she shouldn't be reading kid's private messages. Can I see your slip?"

Surprised at the fact the teacher had sided with me, a student, I pulled out the slip from my pocket and gave it up to him. He looked over it, "A week, eh? Well, it seems we'll be seeing each other for some time now. "He handed me back the slip and then he shakes my hand, "I'm Mr. Fitz, an English teacher and the counselor for misconduct here."

"I'm Maggie."

"She's my new neighbor...just moved here." Foster gave up more unwarranted information about me.