Being almost completely done with straightening my room, I shoved my bed. Effectively, it closed the gap on the last remaining inches between it and the wall.

Placing my hands on my hips, I glanced around the room. Everything wasn't in the same place as before because the furniture was too heavy to move that much. My bed was awkwardly in the corner of my room, and my dresser was by the door, but you know, it wasn't too bad, sort of.

I heard my dad's car as it pulled into the driveway. I quickly straightened a few more things in my room as he opened and closed the front door.

"Mag's you home?" He called up the stairs at me and I heard his briefcase thump down on entry floor.

"In my room!" I replied.

His footsteps were hasty on the stairs, so I quickly jumped on my bed. I tried to act as if there was nothing different to my room and waited for him to enter. It didn't take him long to walk in and immediately notice a difference in my decorating.

"Oh…you changed your room around?" My dad asked as he took in the room around him with creased brow, "Hmm. It doesn't look normal."

"No dad, you just don't get it. It's more Fung Shui, this way." I nodded, not understanding how I could have come up with that fib so fast.

"Right…" I noticed how he drew out the word in disbelief, but didn't say any more about it. He gestured for me to scoot over and give him more room on the bed. When I moved he took the opening on the edge of my bed, "So how was your first day? Make any friends?"

I immediately thought about everything that had happened today and realized there was little I could tell my dad about. I was going to have to choose my words wisely, so that he wouldn't worry about me.

"Well, this morning the next door neighbor offered to drive me to school…" I started out, but my dad interrupted me.

"Was it a boy?" My dad was quick to ask, which made me mentally roll my eyes.

There were actually two boys, but I decided to not tell him about Foster. I knew that Michael's credentials would ease my dad's mind, so I only talked about him.

"His name is Michael. He is really a nice guy, the class president and everything."

"Ah… so are you two close now?" This question made me want to roll my eyes even more as I knew my dad was thought Michael and I might be an item too early.

"No." I shook my head, "but I met a girl at school, her name's Jess. She seems like girlfriend material."

"That's awesome, Mags! Tomorrow is Friday, why don't you invite her over after school? I would like to meet your first friend here."

"You're getting off work early for once?" I asked sounding more irritated than I wanted. I missed him, and haven't seen him much since moving here. Even though, I was kind of glad that he wasn't home often because of Foster's antics.

"Sorry I'm not here more often. It must be hard for you," he patted the top of my knee before he stood up. "Well, I'll go start dinner."

Just as he was about to walk out of my room, he noticed that the blinds on window where missing, "Maggie, where are your blinds?"

"Oh, you know dad. It's all about the Fung Shui these days… blinds hinder the natural sunlight in a room"

"Kids and their Fung Shui," he mumbled as he left my room.

I sighed in relief that he didn't question me further on the blinds, given that I didn't even have them anymore. They were probably hidden somewhere in Foster's room at this very moment.

Grabbing my phone out of my bag, I texted Jess to ask if she wanted to come over after school tomorrow.

In which she immediately replied back with, 'of course, I wonder what it would be like to see Mike when he's not in school.'

'I'm guessing you know where I live because of him?'

'Yup. Whoever doesn't know where those two boys live might as well be living under a rock'

''I suppose…Well see you in class tomorrow.'

'See you later'

After I finished with that conversation, I called Cassie, who answered on the first ring like always.

"Hey, I know you've been out of detention for hours, why haven't you called?"

"You were waiting for me? Why didn't you just call?" I asked and lay down on my bed.

"That's mean, you're supposed to say, 'I miss you so much Cassie, and I wish I could have called you but I was too busy sucking face with my new boy toy.' That's what I want to hear, juicy gossip like that!"

"Well, okay, something did happen with Foster."

"Really," she shrieked, "…tell me everything!"

At the school the next day, the bell rang for lunch, and I right away get a text from Jess to meet up with her in the cafeteria. Not entirely knowing where it was yet, I conveniently see a group of people complaining about how hungry they were, and followed them.

Walking into the cafeteria, I spotted Jess at a table against the far wall. I began to weave through the many tables, making me my way across the cafeteria, until a hand stopped me.

I looked down at the hand that was now stuck out in front of me, blocking my way. I followed down the arm finding the owner of the hand to be some guy, I've never seen before, as he sat with more guys I didn't know around a small table.

"Do I know you?" I asked, honestly curious if I had a class with him or something.

The guy looked around at his buddies and smirked at them before he looked back at me, "You don't. But you probably should, though, I know who you are." His hand grabbed mine and he pulled me closer to him. I didn't want be bothered by this guy, but with not really knowing what to say, I allowed him to sit me down at the table with him.

"I am the lead scorer on the soccer team…The name's Vincent, and these are my teammates…" He goes through the names of all the other guys at the table but I wasn't paying attention anymore. I immediately knew I didn't want to hang around a guy who opens with 'lead scorer' as an introduction.

I fidgeted in my seat and looked passed Vincent to make eye contact with Jess. Maybe she would have a way out of this, but unluckily she never looked up from her phone.

"What you looking for Maggie?" Vincent wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in close to his body, "Really you should listen when someone's talking to you?"

He picked up some cafeteria pizza off his plate and took a bite from it, and then offered it to me.

"No thanks." I declined politely. Eating part of anything that he had bitten into was way too tempting of an offer. I can't belief I turned him down, I thought to myself sarcastically.

"I bet you're wondering why I stopped you." He threw the pizza slice back on the plate, when I didn't want it, and leaned in closer to me, "You see Matt, there?" He asked me rhetorically, as he nodded his head to a smaller guy sitting across from us at the table, "He says he saw you and Foster getting all hot n' heavy on your front lawn yesterday."

"Wha…?" I questioned, but it got muted out by the rowdy guys at the table. I was going to kill Foster after this was over. Of course, his idiotic actions landed me in even a worse situation.

"Maggie, you know you don't have to stoop that low into dirt to get some action. I'm always here for you babe." My mind slid passed the fact he called Foster 'dirt' when his other hand slid up my leg, getting closer to going under my skirt. Ugh… with his disgusting, cafeteria pizza greased fingers at that. His friends hooted and hollered, which egged Vincent on even more.

"Maggie!" I, right away, recognized that voice as being Jess's. Turning, I happily noticed she wasn't alone either. Michael was standing right behind to her as he'd gently placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her back as he stepped forward. Yes, I was saved.

"Oh, there you are Jess," I swatted Vincent's hand off my leg, "Well… bye now." I said cheerily, yet not forgoing a chance to get a small knee jab into Vincent's side while I stepped over the seat bench to stand.

Michael helped me over when kneeing Vincent made me lose my balance, "Maggie, you okay?"

"Fine. I'm fine." I said. At Michael, I nodded like it was completely no big deal that I just got groped by some persistent stranger.

Michael didn't look convinced however he proceeded to give Vincent some choice words about personal space. I quickly walked over to Jess to avoid the situation all together.

"What were you doing with the biggest sexual predator at our school!?" Jess pulled me closer her so she could whisper in my ear.

"Not like I meant for that to happen!" I state as we walked over to the table I had seen her at before and sat down.

"Sorry, I didn't notice you over at that table sooner, but thank god I saw Mike. I was wondering where he was walking off to so fast. And when I followed his gaze, bam, there you were with Vincent." She pulled out a small bag of chips from her purse, offering some to me. I gladly took the chips being that they were salt and vinegar flavor, "You can have the bag if you want," She handed me the rest of the chips. "Let them be… my bag of sorry."

Suddenly, Michael sat down at the table with us, "Vincent is always doing something like this…sorry Maggie. But I did send him to the office; he'll get in trouble for what he did."

"Thanks, Michael." I talked through a mouth full of chips, but he just smiled then got up to leave the table.

Swallowing, I watched Michael walk away from us, and then turned back to Jess.

"Shoot!" I exclaimed to Jess, "That was a perfect opportunity for you two to meet and everything."

"Don't worry about it," She gave me a shy smile, and then grabbed more food from her purse, "plus, I got to see him being all save-the-day. So I am totally happy now."

She pulled out two more bags of chips, a cup of fruit and a sandwich out of her purse and the finally noticed the eyebrow raise I had gave her, "I can sometimes fit a whole container of lasagna in this baby." Jess shook her purse at me as if it would help me understand the amount of contents her behemoth bag could hold.

Walking into the detention room, I spotted Foster in the same chair as last time. So, I sat in my same spot, as well. I noticed that Mr. Fitz wasn't there yet, but I still decided to ignore Foster for putting me through hours of pushing my furniture into a presentable place and for the incident earlier. I wouldn't have been sexually harassed if he hadn't tackled me yesterday, like a normal person.

Foster turned his desk toward me and he ignored my obvious attempt at ignoring him, "How's your day going, Maggot?"

Does he know what happened to me and is once again messing with me? I didn't even glare at him this time. I pretended he didn't exist by laying my head down on my bag and closing my eyes.

"How about the weather, it's not as hot as yesterday is it..." He paused holding his chin up with his hands, waiting for an answer.


"What are you just going to ignore me for the next thirty minutes?"

"Wow, you're pretty and smart." Giving him the same condescending remark he'd gave me when we first met. I meant to say it so that he would leave me alone but it didn't work the way I thought it would.

As he just chuckled and then sat up in his desk further, proud that he had gotten me to speak to him.

"Hey, Maggot I you drove to school today, want to give me a ride home?"

Before I could tell him where he could shove his 'ride', Mr. Fitz opened the door to the classroom, but not only Mr. Fitz entered.

Vincent followed the counselor into the room. He glanced over Foster, completely ignoring him, but upon catching me in the room he smiled.

"Whoa Maggie, I didn't think you'd be here." Vincent exclaimed then picked the seat between Foster and I, and he had to push Foster's desk out of the away to get to it. Vincent was acting as if Foster wasn't even there, the action made me confused and I looked over a Foster, who was not too happy.

Vincent didn't get to see the furious glare that Foster was giving him mostly because he had his back to him, yet he might have missed it anyway due to the fact he was he was completely focused on me, but I got an eye-full of it.

I almost thought Foster was about to do something horrible to Vincent, but at that moment Mr. Fitz asked for all of our attentions, "Vincent be quiet and face forward. Foster, please fix your desk! Maggie you just keep doing you." Mr. Fitz finished happily that I was the only one sat correctly in my chair. He, then, put his headphones in and settled down at his desk to grade papers almost immediately.

With only five more minutes left of detention, Vincent was fast asleep, his body bent over the tabletop and I could see Foster clearly over him. Foster was sitting up with his arms crossed, faced forward but once he caught my look at him, he mouths, 'you know him?'

I shrugged my shoulder to his question. I mean I knew of him, but no, I did not know Vincent. I guessed Vincent was just the type of person who considered everyone that wasn't him, trash. I mean, Vincent basically had called Foster a low life at lunch, and he completely ignored him when he walked into detention.

Abruptly, Mr. Fitz released us a little earlier, and I grabbed my stuff swiftly knowing that Foster was quick to leave detention. I tried to catch up to Foster, who had bolted out of the room already.

Running out into the hallway, I saw Foster stride around the corner where I knew his locker was. He was most likely going there to grab his skateboard. I rushed to catch him.

"Why are you following me, Maggot?" He asked harshly, not even bothering to look at me while he unlocked his locker.

"I want to know why you're in such a hurry. I'm driving you home, aren't I?" I smiled up at him, but he glanced at me for a second before he yanked the locker door so hard, it smashed opened. He was moving too quickly, and I could tell Foster was stressed out but why?

"Maggie, damn girl you walk so fast," Vincent's voice was had just jogged around the corner of the hallway.

I heard Foster sigh aggravatingly as he rummaged hurriedly through his locker.

Vincent stops next to me and smiled again, "Hey, let's go somewhere or whatever, and you know get to know each other."

"Uh…?" I really wished he would just go away. I looked back and forth between him and Foster, wondering if Foster was going to do anything to stop Vincent like Michael had.

Foster slammed his locker shut, and just when I think he's going to step in, he pushed around me. Walking the wrong way, he moved down the hallway in the opposite direction from where Vincent was. He completely left me there. Um… excuse me?

Vincent steps into Fosters now vacant spot coming closer to me putting one hand on my side and the other above me on the locker. "Don't be shy…" He leaned his body into me closer and tried to coax me into him.

"I'm not interested." I side-stepped away from him and pulled his hand from my hip, clearly making Vincent angry.

"Why? Do only orphans make you horny?" I cringed as he said the question so loud. In fact, it was more of an insult rather than a question, as had put huge emphasis on the word 'orphan' making it full of disdain and disgust. I looked at Vincent wide-eyed in disbelief at what I just heard from him.

Suddenly, a skateboard hit the lockers next to us, as if thrown it, and when Vincent turned around Foster came at Vincent. I dodged out of the way before Foster shoved Vincent so hard his back slammed into the lockers.

"Who, the fuck, are you calling an orphan, Vincent?" Foster practically growled at Vincent and pushed a forearm down harder on his throat, making Vincent choke slightly as he tried to pull Foster's arm off of him.

I mentally rolled my eyes at myself for believing Foster stepped in to defend my honor. Of course, Foster hadn't been defending me, as I had thought.

Though, I think I've found his trigger. Well actually Vincent found it, with how much emphasis he put on the word 'orphan' I was certain he already knew what to say to piss off Foster.

"Shit. Foster, let go of me." Vincent's once tough guy demeanor turns into scared and defenseless. I figured he realized the mistake he made by provoking Foster without his buddies around to back him up. Nobody was around actually.

Well, except for me.

I guessed I had to stop this fight sooner or later. Vincent was starting to turn purple from the lack of oxygen because of Foster's hold on him. I wondered, for a moment, if Foster would have kept his arm on Vincent until he passes out if I wasn't here.

"He gets it, Foster." I grabbed Foster's arm, and tugged hard on it release it from Vincent's throat, not wanting him to go overboard with this. Foster looked at me, he took in my urgent expression before and he me tug him away from Vincent.

Vincent slipped down the lockers until he hit the ground ungracefully; panting for air, "Fuck you. Foster." He wheezed out.

I put my hand in front of Foster before he could strangle him again, I just wanted to walk away and put a good enough distance from this prick.

"I'm going to fucking sue your ass." Vincent remarked as if stating it as if he really would.

I know it's a comment that really means nothing, but I got angry, really angry. I mean I was already walking away with Foster but Vincent saying that really got to me. Though, I don't know what compelled me to do this, but I stepped back over to Vincent.

And, I slapped him hard across the face.

"Wha…" he looked up at me as held his, now throbbing, cheek. He then gave me a look that could only be to question if I was insane, which probably at the moment I was.

"Vincent you aren't going to do anything, because if I recall you took a swing at Foster first…Yeah, it was right after Foster stopped you from sticking a hand up my skirt, for a second time today, which made you angry so you tried to punch him, and so everything he did after that was clearly in self-defense."

"Are you fucking crazy?"

"Look around Vincent. I'm the only witness here. So if you tell anyone that Foster attacked you, I'll tell them what 'really' happened. And I don't think your coach will play you once you get suspended for sexual harassment and assault."

"You… you can't do that."

"Oh, I can and I will." I said confidently, even though I was not entirely sure if I really could do that.

Straightening from my bent position l held while berating Vincent, I glanced at Foster.

I would say he looked surprised, but that would be an understatement. He offered me a raise of his eyebrow but I ignored it, and only wanted to get away from here.

I grabbed his shirt sleeve and gave it a sharp yank letting him know to follow me out of school and into the parking lot.

My hands shook slightly as I pressed my car key button to unlock the doors.

Once inside and a far enough distance away from Vincent, I let out the breath I had held and tried to start the car, but my hands were shaking too much to get the key into the ignition. I didn't even need look at Foster to know he watched me miss the ignition, over and over, from the passenger seat.

"I've never done anything like that before. I've never been so angry…well once when I first met you I wanted to slap you but I've never actually done that. Ugh, why am I shaking so much?" I could see tears as they started to brim in the corners of my eyes, as I grew more and more frustrated with myself.

Foster put his hand around mine, which stopped me, and then he gently took the keys from me.

Unexpectedly, he leaned over the center console and pulled me closer to him, "Shush, you're okay. It's just the adrenaline, you'll calm down soon." He hugged me then, and sensed his calm breath as his chest lifted and fell in a slow rhythmic pace and I unconsciously matched it.

After a minute, I felt myself calm down as the shaking was began to stop with him holding me, and I relaxed into him more.

Lifting my arms, I wrapped them around his shoulders and hugged him back. I didn't want to let go of him too soon, yet didn't want to admit to myself hoe good it felt for him to actually care about me.

"Are you feeling better?" He spoke softly, his breath splayed across my cheek. I slightly nodded, and he cautiously pulled away and looked into my eyes, as if with one glance he could if it truly meant it.

I didn't like the fact that he gave me a uncanny feeling that he could read my thoughts so well, so I avoided his gaze by looking awkwardly around his face. Some part of me wondered what he was going to do next, but he just kept looking at me. Obviously, his thoughts were stuck on something that I couldn't figure out. The longer he stared at me the more the thought about how close he was and about how he didn't look like he was ready to move away yet.

It made me anxious, and I detected the heat build in my cheeks, a reaction he never misses, as he gave me a questioning look raising his eyebrow curiously.

"Well, usually you try to kiss me… when you're this close?" I whispered to him cringing at the fact I even asked him such a thing, but I couldn't help but wonder how he would react if I said this.

He smirked amused at me now which broke his serious expression, "My kisses are for punishment only," he looked away from me, out the window, before glanced at me, "unless you want them for pleasure." As he says this, he comes closer to me, moving to kiss me.

I wanted to think he was only messing with me now, but it didn't stop my heart from jumping in my chest when he said that. As I thought he might do, he stopped before actually kissing me, so I shoved him hard away from me, which made him fall back into the passenger seat.

I started the car, then pulled out of the parking spot, and tried to ignore the laughing lunatic in the car with me.

Driving out of the lot, I turned on the main street, and noticed Foster, from the corner of my eye, as he looked out the window that same solemn expression from earlier was back again. He tugged his lip piercing into his mouth as he silently contemplated over something unknown to me.

"Why did you do it…you stood up for me, or...?" he asked me, breaking the silence with his voice that it startled me. He glanced at me suddenly, and caught me staring at him, but he doesn't comment about that, only repeated the question, "Why did you do it?"

I broke eye contact with him to look at the road, "Well, that guy was a jerk to me before in the cafeteria… I guess one of his teammates saw us in front of my house and assumed— Vincent he…you know…but Michael stopped him." I muttered lamely not wanting to explain to Foster exactly what Vincent had done.

"That's what he was in detention for…he touched you?" He asked, clearly he didn't know about what happened to me during lunch and he wasn't happy about it either.

"Oh, so you're familiar with him, then?" I sarcastically question, annoyed, but when I looked over at Foster, instantly I wished I could tell what he was thinking.

He doesn't say anything, as I stopped at a red light. I didn't really like the silence between us.

I began to fidget with my hands, "Anyway, I somewhat did it for myself. I mean I was getting really tired of him treating me like that, plus he goaded you on purpose, and he wouldn't just shut up, even when he had clearly lost. So I was trying to scare him, you think it worked?" I glanced over at him but he kept looking out the window, again, not saying anything.

The light turned green I grasped the steering wheel tightly and tried to think of things to say that would get him to talk, "Umm… well, it's obvious now he's only a tough guy with his friends around; I mean he looked so helpless." I chuckled, wanting to lighten the mood, but with one look at Foster I realized it didn't work.

"Foster what are you thinking right now!?" I finally exasperated. His mood wasn't getting any better, nor has he stopped from looking out the window.

"It doesn't matter" I saw his jaw tick as he strained to hold his composure. Something I couldn't understand. Why was he getting so worked up now?

"If it didn't matter, I wouldn't have asked." I parked my car in my driveway, and Foster's grabbed the door handle to open his door, but I wasn't finished talking.

"Foster—" I began to complain but stopped because he swiftly turned in his seat to give me a look that clearly told me he was pissed off, hand still on the door handle.

Although, it made me even angrier, since I haven't done anything to him, and if I had I wanted to know. So I ignored his glare for a second and continued talking, "Why you always never telling me anything. Yesterday, you just played me when I was really wondering about you... Really, why are you so mad now?"

He wasn't going to tell me anything that much I knew, at least he looked like he wasn't going to say anything at first, but then he curses in the tiny space between us, before he spilled his thoughts, "Fuck. Do you know what I would've done, if it was me there that stopped him, instead of Michael? Or what would have happened if you weren't there when I attacked him? You don't do you?"

"Of course I don't know. I don't know anything about you, because you don't tell me!"

"That's because I don't want to tell you anything...", He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "...being with you, teasing you... it helps some forget all the shit going on in my life, right now, so just stop. Stop digging for things that you have no idea about."


"Shut it, Maggie." He said finally over the limit of being frustrated with me, and he clenched his fist. I closed my eyes and expected to get hit.

Oh, why was I born stubborn?

Although, nothing happened so I peeked, and caught him looking at me in the most pained expression, "Foster it was stupid of me to think that you would hurt—"

Before I finished apologizing, Foster yanked opened the car door getting out easily and efficiently. He didn't even bother to close the passenger door after him.


I watched his retreating back, as he stalked across my lawn and down the sidewalk. Once he made it to the street, he rode his skateboard farther away.

I lay back in my seat, and rubbed my face with my hands.

Foster was so stressful. Why can't he just tell me what's wrong?

A light tap on my window caused me to jump in the seat. Jess was outside my door, and her face gave the vibe of I-totally-saw-that and I knew she would want to know more about what just happened.