Hello there, warning again this book has mature moments!
Sophie's POV:
Hi. I'm Sophie Foster. I'm a adoptive child. I'm 18, and heading to foxfire university. I'm not a virgin, I had lost it to my ex-boyfriend Fitz, unwillingly. It was rape. I had always told him I was not ready, after a year of us dating he raped me, saying he should've done it a long time ago. Anyways, when I was twelve my parents died in a car accident. Me and my sister, Amy were adopted a year later, by a lovely couple named Grady and Edaline Ruewen. Grady and Edaline had lost their 15 year old daughter 10 years before to a fire, at her boyfriend's house.
Right now I'm moving into my dorm, apparently for some stupid ass reason they make dorms have one girl, one boy. And, from what I've heard from my cousin, Dex, who will be going here too, My roomie is some rich kid, that all the girls want to be with, and apparently he's the prankster of the university.
I enter the building, carrying a box, my family following close behind with more boxes.
My dorm is called 17B, right now we just passed 14B. We keep walking and find my dorm, we go in to see a HOT blonde guy in the living room, setting up the tv. He glances up at me.
"Hi! I'm Keefe Sencen, and I'm guessing the lovely little lady over here is Sophie Foster?"
"Yep!"
Grady glares at him. I slap grady's arm and send him a warning face
"If you get any ideas with my daughter, I will end you, boy." Grady mutters.
I roll my eyes.
"Sorry, he's gone all protective dad."
The boy smirks, and says.
"It's ok, Foster. It's nice to mix it up."
I look at him weird.
"My name is Sophie."
"Yeah, I know that, but Foster is so much better."
I roll my eyes with a small giggle.
We move my stuff in my bedroom, and my parents and sister leave. I unpack and my room ends up looking like this:
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I flop down on the bed as my stomach grumbles. I get up and go to the living room to find Keefe asleep on the couch.
"Keefe!" I whisper-yell.
"Foster, that is not a way to wake up a dude" he complains.
I roll my eyes.
"Ooo fiesty!"
"I'm hungry, do you want anything from the Mexican place down the street?"
"Four beef tacos, please."
"Mk, bye."
"Wait, no I'll come with."
"Ok then, We might as well get to know eachother."
We head out to my car and get in, we talk about ourselves, I tell him mostly everything about my life, excluding my ex-boyfriend and my biological parents.
We pull into the drive thru of the Mexican place and order. And head home.
From what I've heard about his life, including his bad relationship with his father, and his gang leader mother, and how he doesn't really want his family fortune, and other things, maybe sharing a dorm with him won't be so bad...
