Forget Me Not

I swear I hate this family. I've. been living her for almost 3 weeks and already the city "decided" to send me to another foster family. The lady thats suppose to be my foster mother thinks I killed our neibors son. What a mother right. Your probably thinking I did but I swear I didn't.

Hahahahahahahahahaha

Alright I Lied I did kill him but she has no proof. And she damn sure doesnt have the right to assume shit. You know what where are my manners, where do I even decide to start . . . .

6 Months Earlier .

"Aaron get the hell out of the shower your gonna make me late on my first day of high school" complains Catherine. I hate her , I hate everyone here. I wasn't even in the shower, I just had it running so I wouldn't have mkto explain the crying being released from the underneath the bathroom door. I quickly wet my hair, Sprinkled water on my towel and walked out. "Next time say please or I'll prolong my shower." I yapped . She said something that resembled the word asshole but i wasn't sure and frankly, i could care less.

Today marked my first day of junior year at a new school. This is the 4th foster home I've been in the last 3 years. As I carefully studied my closet trying to find something to wear, Ms.Linda My foster mom came in announcing "If your not downstairs in the next 10 minutes your going to school just as you are !!" A towel aroud my waist and no shit wasn't in the dresscode . A simple jeans and shirt could do it for today and my favorite pair and shoes .. VANS !

On the train ride there my heart pounded like a beast. I really thought it wouls jump out of my chest and run away .. Thats what I wanted to do. As I walk in I already saw that the children have already chosen who they'll be friends with for the next 2 years, and i fit in no group.

"Hello may I help you with anything sweetheart" some lady that resembled a female version of Santa Clause , except she wore a lovely purple Louis Vitton suit and Vera Wuang stilettos. The desk she set behind, did nothing for her image.

"Yes, today is my first day here." I plastered this seemingly real, smile upon my face. "My name is Aaron McEntire." I said as she searched though folders marked EXCHANGE .

"Umm .. M-M-McEntire, Aaron Inside you'll find you scheduel,a map of the school and your locker number" She replied handing me a yellow envelope. My classes were:

Period 1- AP Psycology

Period 2- Calculus

Period 3- AP History

Period 4- AP English

Period 5- Lunch

Period 6- Physical Education

Period 7- Study Hall

Period 8- Spanish 3

Yes ... As much as I HATE to admit it I am a huge nerd ! School has always been my get away and a way to escape the tragic life that has been forced upon me.

To my surprise, the damn map didn't help me at all. It could have been my fault though. Fuck it! I don't take responsibility for nothing. I roamed around for 10 minutes until I found the class that said AP Psycology. I Slowly walked in, until I saw all eyes were on me, and the whispers that dispersed from everyone didn't make it any less nerve wrecking.

Out comes:

"So class, this must be our newest student. Aaron would you mind telling us a little about yourself starting with your name and where your from." This gorgeous young woman states who I assume to be Nitzan which was written so effortlessly in cursive upon the dry erase board.

(A/N We're forced to call the teachers and principle by their first names. I'm guessing to make us feel comfortable)

"Umm.. Er .. Ahh Hello My name is Aaron McEntire. Im from New York City and I like to dance. I guess thats all." I announced while avoiding the eye contact made by the intimidating students. I hate students!

"Aaron McEntire? Like Reba McEntire the country pop singer?" A gingered hair boy with freckels and greenish eyes said from across the room. I suppose he was looking for a good laugh which he almost got until I countered "Hey shut the fuck up Ron Weesley." I got more of a laugh then him, quickly causing him to shut his mouth.

I walked pass the countless rows of desk and chairs. Until I finally sat in a seat in the back left corner. Nitzan walked to the back handing me a psycology book already turned to page 69. Haha I coulsnt help but smirk at the page number. Immature right ? I followed along as a red head who looked like my best friend sarah read.

(A/N Sarah is Aaron's friend from his New York City school.)

Just like in the movies, the door swung open and in walked someone who resembled a God. His pecks were thick and muscular, and you could even see his perfectly chizzled 8 pack through his seemingly new and crispy plaid Hollister shirt. I think I was in love. If not, I sure as hell was getting horny. He walked toward my table.. 'Maybe he'll kiss me' I thought. The way he glides across the floor is something to die for. The way he--

"Move Fag"

The fantasy was over and he was an ass hole.

"Excuse me" I said in such a way even I didn't want people to see I wanted to cry.

"I said get the fuck out of my seat you fag. Or would you like to be called all the other various names that describe you . Fag, faggot, gay, gaylord, dick rider, ass muncher, dick sucker, penis holder. Please stop me when ever you've had enough." He said with venom dripping from his tone. Just then he picked me up, threw me on the floor beside the table and sat down. I sat there helplessly with my mouch wide open in surprise.

"You should really close your mouth unless your offering me something." he whispered suductively in my ear while simultaneously lifting my bottom jaw until it closed completely.

Nitzan failed to help me, even though she watched him pick me up and spike me on the floor like a superbowl ball. She continued speaking like nothing happened.

Once the bell rang, the mystery asshole walked over me and exited the classroom. I should have punched his balls when he stepped over me. I controlled my fustration, got up and walked toward the hallway in hopes to find my locker. The stampeed of fully grown teenagers was no place for a 5'6 person like me. I waited until the hallway cleared for me to proceed to finding my locker. Damn , I knew I should have kept that map of the school.

"What's up you must be new here my name is Ricardo Perez, everyone calls me Ricky though . Im a junior here." A seemingly relaxed hispanic kid with glasses and broen curly hair stated. "Is it that obvious i confess and hey my name is Aaron Mcentire." For some reason i had a good feeling about this kid. I should really stop doing that though. "Umm do you know where locker 338 is."

Yeah of coarse I do, thats directly next to mine." A smile creeped across Ricky's face as he began to show me the way. I didn't know whether to be excited or completely freaked out. Once we go to the lockers we realized we had every class together. Thats when we headed to math class where he explained each teacher in depth. "I'll tell you now, your gonna love Nalo hands down." And Ricky was right as soon as I walked in she asked me quietly did I want to say anything, once i replied no she said goody and let me take my seat. Thats what I like. Being under the the radar, incognito. However, the actions from this morning made it very had to do.

I chose the time when Nalo turned around to write on the board, to talk to Ricky about that dick head from earlier.

"Yeo, do you know this boy in out AP Psycology class and he's handsome. Because earlier to day he threw me out of my seat." I said in hopes that he would.

"Wait your the seat guy!!" What the hell that just happened less than 30 minutes ago. I see word spreads fast around here. "Yeah everyone knows him thats James Mitchell. He's one of the most dangerous boys you've ever met. He's been aressted countless times and he's always fighting. He's never spent more than 2 days in jail because his dad is one of those billionaires. He dated every girl and some boys in the school, took their virginity then left them. Stay away from him." Ricky looked hurt and scared for me at the same time. I think I should listen to him.

James Mitchell.

The biggest bouchbag ever.