Page 70 of A Foster Fling
“Jaiden!”
This Claire bitch is getting on my damn nerves. I know she hangs out with Melanie, so why the hell is she trying to get friendly with me?
“Fucker! Wait up, would you?”
I stop.What the hell did she just call me?The little bitch runs into my back, making me wince from one of the leftover bruises still healing. The pain does something to me; I don’t know what it is. It shouldn’t feel this good to be fucking pissed.
“What the hell? Why did you stop like that? You knew I was—”
Growling, I turn around and grab her neck. We’re still a few blocks off from school and this shit is already making my day go sour.
Snarling into her face, I make sure my message is loud and clear. “Stay the fuck away from me.”
Her eyes widen, and my smile does too. What is it about holding someone’s fear in your hands that makes the adrenaline rush so high?
It’s because you’re a freak, just like they say.
Shut. The. Fuck. Up!
Letting her go, I wipe my hand on my pants, hitting the chains that decorate it, and turn around to leave her on the ground. The sound of her choking only satisfies me so much. The bell rings and my head twitches. The sound is too shrill, too wrong. I need to dismantle that shit.
The day went by faster than it usually does. Why is that? And why can’t I remember half the day?
I was walking to the restroom. I know that much. Then … it just blacks out. What the fuck is going on?
“Jaiden! I’m going to need you to pay attention. This is going to be on the exam.”
The fuck? I’m already in English? What happened to the last three classes?
“Jaiden, I’m not going to ask again. Please take off your hood when you are in my class.”
Grinding my teeth, I do as Mrs. Johanna asks.I hate that bitch.
We hate that bitch.
Fucking stop. Not right now. I’m tired of this shit.
“Jaiden! I’ll see you in detention,” Mrs. Johanna sighs.
Did I say that out loud?“Fuck!” I slam the table in front of me, get out of my seat, and kick the chair, causing a loud crash. The other kids jump and scream, but it only makes me more pissed.Fuck this shit!My head feels tight. My heart is pounding like I’ve run a damn mile when all I’ve been doing was sitting there.
“Jaiden!”
Growling, I grab my shit off the floor and walk out the door. Fuck this system. Fuck all the systems. From one prison to another. Slaves to the rules—always rules, wherever you go.
You should kill them all.
Fuck you!
“Jaiden!”
Growling, I slam my shoulder into whoever is in front of me and run out the double doors. I don’t know where my legs lead me. I swear I blacked out again, because what else can it be? Why can’t I remember what just happened?
My skin itches and I’m scratching—constantly scratching at this stupid hoodie that feels stifling. Why the hell did I put this on today? Pulling it back, the breeze that comes across my face feels good. I’m sweating, and this little reprieve isn’t enough. Stopping in my tracks, I take it off and jump in surprise when a car honks at me.
“Fuck you!” I don’t even know how I ended up in the street.
With quick steps, I get back onto the sidewalk. Throwing the hoodie into the yard to my right, I swing my backpack back on and keep walking. The sound of voices draws my ears and my head snaps towards the direction it’s coming from.