Foster + j.j.

vii.

*alyssa*

Jack pushed past me to his friends sitting on the couch. I shut the front door and stood there awkwardly.

"What's up man?" The guy with longish brown hair asked.

"Nothing much Kenny," Jack replied plopping down onto the couch. "What's the deal with today? What are we doing?"

"We're just gonna chill. Unless you wanna do something," another guy with brown hair and stubbly side burns spoke up.

"Sounds good to me," Jack smiled leaning back into the couch putting his feet up onto the coffee table.

He really shouldn't do that. It'll ruin the table.

"What did you say?" Another speaks up.

Did I seriously say that out loud?

The room got quiet and all eyes were on me. I looked to the floor feeling nervous; I hate a group of people looking at me, especially a group of boys my age.

"So what's your name?" One of them asks; I can hear the smirk in his voice.

I stayed quiet as my hands began to shake, making me feel worse. There's no way I can stand here with these boys looking at me. I can barley handle Jack alone staring at me. It makes me feel so small.

"What can we do to get her to speak?" Someone spoke up but quietly.

I'm assuming they attempted to whisper it to someone. Okay, I'm standing right here. I have ears too.

"I don't know. She rarely speaks unless she's makes a snippy comment or asks what's going on because she zones out and a fucking retard," Jack answered.

Wait, do they know about my disorder too? I hope not!

"Don't call me that," I whispered.

"See."

I swallowed hard. Jack is getting all his friends to side with him. Honestly, I really don't care because obviously they're his friends. It's just if rather not be embarrassed in front of people that I may or may not see everyday.

I began to fiddle with the dead skin on my cuticles. The large room was still quiet and it felt like it was getting smaller by the second. My jaw clenched as I tried to fight back tears. No, I cannot have an attack. Not now. Not in front of them.

I can't handle this; I ran out of the room finding the stairs, trying to find the bathroom.

Door after door, there were mainly bedrooms and closets. I opened another one finding another bedroom but this one seemed different. Curious, I walked in and I automatically noticed a bunch of pictures, trophies, and medals. Looking around, the medals and trophies were mainly earned from basketball and the pictures were of the blonde boy from downstairs and Jack? I continued to walk around and I spotted a picture on the wall of the blonde boy and Jack at graduation.

My eyebrows knitted together as I continued to walk around the room. Next to that was a framed diploma. The name on it read, Jack Edward Johnson. Jack's best friend's name is Jack? Well there's a lot of pictures of them together so they must be best friends.

I turned around and spotted another smaller picture on the desk. When I got over to the desk and picked it up I noticed it had nine boys and a girl in it including Jack and Jack. In pretty letters on the frame it wrote out Magcon.

"What's Magcon?" I asked myself quietly.

"What are you doing?" A voice came from behind me.

Scared, I dropped the small frame causing it to shatter under my feet into thousands of little pieces on the hard wood floor.

Shit!

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