Chapter 10:

Farrah's POV

I watched as he twitched up his lips into a crooked smile, whispering, "What would happen if I kiss you?"

"I don't know," I answered, "But I wouldn't mind at all." he leaned in lips pressing softly against mine as they move a little in sync, until a memory came through my mind.

The pain, the hurt. I halted in fear and just looked at Jesus.

Like the shocked statues lying on top of fountains, I was inaudible to speak. "I shouldn't be doing this," I said, getting up immediately, "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Why not?" Jesus asks, growing anxious, "Farrah, what's wrong with us being together?"

"I just can't," I said, running upstairs to Callie's bedroom. I knocked on the door.

Jesus's POV

I watched as she ran up the stairs, panicking. Did I do something? Why doesn't she want to be with me?

Just then, Jude came in, just to get a glass of water.

"Jude, you know Farrah," I said. He nodded. I continued, "Why doesn't she want to go out with me?"

Jude's eyes widened a little, then calmed down. He never spoke for a minute until the knob of the front door began turning. The door opened, revealing an exhausted Brandon.

"Hey, you guys," He greeted. He noticed the silence, "What happened? Did someone die?" We both shook our heads.

"Jesus scared a girl off." Jude said, emphasizing it a little as a joke. But truly, I did scare her off to any of the rooms upstairs. Brandon chuckled, "Oh, Jesus, I told you that you would regret beating up that guy in front of Lexi; shows how much you can be a beast after all."

I pointed to Brandon, "Don't even speak of Lexi's name ever again. She's gone to New York."

"Oh." He said slightly confused, "Then who did you scare off?"

"This girl named Farrah," Jude explained, "Callie's and my childhood best friend. He scared her off when apparently Jesus asked her out."

Jude then looked to me, "It's not my part to tell you why she ran off. It's better if she tells you herself." After pouring his glass of water, he casually walked back into his room.

"Babies, we're home!" Mom Stef announced, once she opened the door. Mom Lena asked, "Hey, Jesus, is Farrah still here or did she go home already?"

"Upstairs." I pointed. She nodded and said, "Well, I'm gonna be making dinner. Thirty minutes maximum!"

"Got it!" Brandon said as he walked towards his room.

I walked upstairs, knocking on Callie's room. They definitely have to be here.

"Who is it?" Mariana called from the other side. "It's me." I said. The sound of my voice unlocked the door to reveal Callie.

"What?" She asked bluntly.

"Where's Farrah?" I ask.

"She's calling her mom the address to this place so she can pick her up at 9:30," She answered, "Why the hell would you even dare ask her out?"

"Maybe it's because I like her?" I ask enthusiastically, sensing my sarcasm tingle through her ears.

She then leaned in and whispered, "She hasn't had a boyfriend in a long time because it's hard for her to trust guys. Don't ask her out now. Ask her in a later time period."

I scoffed, "Like what? When it's the year 3000?"

She shook her head, "No! She just has some issues from the past. Nothing to fret about. Do you mind, giving her space tomorrow? I think she needs it."

I nodded, "At least let her stay for dinner." Callie nodded and closed the door on me gently.

I sighed and walked back to my room, guessing to just begin non other than homework.

Farrah's POV

"He seriously did that to you?" Mariana asked. I nodded as I listen to my mom on the phone.

"Okay, I'll be there by 9:30," She said, "Don't get fat, piggy!" She chuckled and so did I, because we both knew it was just a joke. I had to admit that I used to be a huge craver in ice cream and cookies when I was 7.

"You seriously do have a nice foster mom, Fare!" Callie chuckled as she sat back down indian style in the circle we three have created.

"Yeah, I really hope they keep me in. They're great parents!" I said with a sense of gratefulness. Unlike the other foster families, this one seemed home-warming to me.

Mariana sighed, "I'm sure they will. Besides, we want you here! I know Callie does too." Callie smiled warmly as she flipped over pictures from a photography catalog.

"You really are interested in photography, huh, Call?" I asked. I take her phone and scroll through her pictures. Then, something caught my eye. A boy.

Ugh, I'm so fed up with them already.

"Who's this?" I ask, showing Callie the picture. "Oh, that's Brandon," Callie answered, "He lives here. He's the biological son of one of the moms." I nodded in understanding and kept skimming.

"Wow," I commented, "These are amazing. Be a photographer when you grow up!" I handed back her phone as Callie chuckled.

"Enough of me, you should finish your story." Callie said. Mariana raised her eyebrow, "There's more? Damn, girl!"

"Well, he turned out to be a huge jerk, but never knew he was interested in girls like us." I stated. I then concluded, "Finally, he is nowhere to be seen by me, hopefully, and I'm happy that he is gone in my life. But the pain still lurks in me, which is why I panicked downstairs when Jesus tried asking me out."

"Haha! Tried!" Mariana laughed, clutching her stomach. She then sighed and bluntly commented, "Liam is a bitch, hands down."

"Yup!" Callie said, raising her hand in the air, saying, "Amen." We all took it a high five.

"Kids!" A woman knocked on the door, "Dinner's ready!" I checked the time, seeing that it has only been 9 'o clock. We all stood up and began descending to the dining table.

"Oooh," Mariana said, "Ravioli! Who knew we would go all Italian on this casual night!"

"Well, there is a guest here," Principal Lena said, "So I figure, we go a little pasta style."

Jude's eyes buldged in gittery excitement, "There's more pasta?"

"Ravioli, Fettucini, Spaghetti, all kinds, sweetheart!" A blonde woman said, smiling. She looked at me and extended her hand to me, "Hi, I'm the kids' other mother, Stef. You must be Farrah!"

I nodded, "Yes, it is so nice to meet you," I looked around, "Where's Jesus?"

"Here!" Jesus said from a hallway below the staircase. He tapped the ceiling bridged under the doorway before making his way to sit beside me. He just grinned at me, making me feel horrible now. I just looked away, stood up and tried to find an excuse to find another seat.

"Uh, Principal Lena, would you like me to help you set up?" I ask politely.

"Please! Don't call me Principal here, it just makes things more strict and awkward." Principal Lena laughed humbly, "Just call me Lena." I nodded, "Sure thing, Lena. Need help?"

She shook her head, "No, just sit next to Mariana or Callie or someone and make yourself feel at home."

We all began settling down, giving me some unnoticeable time to say a few prayer before beginning to chow down on my meal. This has a nice home-warming feeling to it, also.

A/N: it feels like it's been a month since I last updated. hope you liked the chapter!