Foster

Chapter Eight

This is not edited.

Enjoy my lovely humans :)

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Heather's P.O.V

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I wake up to a large thump. What was that large thump? Me, being dropped by Gabe.

"You are so fucking dead!" I shout jumping up causing abit of pain to shoot through my ass but I ignore it.

"Only if you can get in." I hear Gabe shout throught the door.

I immediatly try the door handle that won't budge, "Are you fucking kidding me! Did you seriously drop me and then continue to lock me out!"

"Well you did say I was dead. Couldn't have that happen to someone as important as me. You know have me die." Gabe says back. I can hear the smirk in his voice.

"If I ever get in to this house again you will suffer the worst of concesquences in the world!" I shout obviously pissed off.

"You have to get me first." I hear Gabe say and then footsteps.

"Not only did you lock me out, but you left me with no one to yell at!" I groan clearly speaking to no one.

Why me? Why did i have to get put into this home. Sure Mr. And Mrs. Greene were incredibly nice and all, but they were barely here. The maids and cooks definitely hide in their own rooms when not needed, so basically it was just me and Gabe in this giant ass house all to ourselves. A giant house with well over 4 bedrooms on each floor yet me and the jackass get put right beside each other.

"Miss. Moore, what are you doing on the floor?" I looked up and saw it was Helen, one of the chefs in the house, and in my opinion, the best.

"Well Helen, Jackass, I mean Gabe, dropped me on the ground and locked me out, but now that you've come to save the day, I can now go inside and finish my nap. Thank you."

I got up and dusted myself off, straightening my jacket and walked inside. My first thought was to go and hunt down Gabe, but my body decided that sleep was much more needed.

I had made it up to my room without any disturbances. Looking at myself in a full length mirror I shuddered at my reflection. The blonde hair on my head that was once perfectly curled was now all droopy. My ice blue eyes looked a dull grey. Yup this girl definitely needed to sleep.

As soon as my head hit my silk purple pillow, I was welcomed with darkness.

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"HAAY GUURL HAAY, GET UP FOSTER."

Whoever was trying to wake me up better be praying to the good lord, as they shall not live longer.

"FOSTER PLEASE GET UP, I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER."

Deciding against opening my eyes, I continued with my 'sleep' and ignored Logan, who I fit the voice to the face.

"Foster get up before Gabe comes in here with Reid."

Alright, that definitely wasn't Logan, that was either Denzel or Oliver.

"Yeah, I think I hear them coming now."

Now that's Denzel. He's got the deep husky voice.

"Foster, he's coming!"

The soft voice whispered in my ear, it freaked me out to the point where I squealed a little and fell off the bed. I was definitely going to hurt Logan for that.

I heard heavy footsteps now approaching the room along with Denzel, Oliver and Logan's laughs.

"Where is she?" Gabe asked the boys, I choose then to get up off the floor.

"I'm right here. Why do you dare disturb my sleep? Are you wishing to die?"

When I asked that last question both Denzel and Reid stiffened a bit, whereas Gabe had a very smug grin on his face. Too smug if you ask me.

"Gabe I don't know what ones through your mind at times, but waking me up from a sleep shouldn't be one of them."

The smug smile still remained as he spoke, "I'm here to wake you up because you're going to a party."

I started laughing, waiting for him to laugh along but nope, a confused looked gathered not only on Gabe, but all of the boys.

"Wait, me? At a social outing? Hahahah me? Yeah not happening! Sorry broski, but I don't do people. Especially parties."

Gabe looked at me, a smirk on his face and replied,

"Oh you're going. And I've chosen your outfit. It's in your bathroom hanging on the door."

With that last remark he and the boys got up and left my room.

Waiting to hear all of their footsteps gone, I rushed to my bathroom and looked at the outfit.

A tight, reveling purple dress that would just reach mid thigh on me.

"OH HELL NO GABE. NOT IN A MILLION YEARS."

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