Chapter 4~
A/N~ Guys, this is super short. IM SORRY! I just haven't been inspired for this story lately. I know, I'm a horrible person. ANYWHO….
"I don't get it." Foster leaned over to whisper in my ear while we were in the middle of math class. Apparently we had the first three classes together.
"You're just like Embry." I muttered good heartedly, showing him my own paper with all the work on it.
"Thanks." He grinned, turning back to his own paper.
I starred at his profile a little longer then I probably should have before turning back to my work.
"So, not to see intrusive, but…mind if I sit with you at lunch?" Foster asked, quirking a brow in question as he held the door open for me.
"Yeah…" I trailed off, glancing at the table where Kim sat along with some other girls in our grade. "That'd be fine." I stuttered as Kim's eyes snapped up and met with mine.
We were quiet. She examined me, and I her. Then, just as quickly, her eyes turned to Foster who she gawked at before pulling out her phone to call someone.
"This table good?" Foster smiled at me, pulling out one of the think, blue plastic lunch room chairs. I sat as he pushed it back in for me before taking his own seat. "Thanks for sitting with me by the way." He chuckled quietly, making his green eyes twinkle. "I know you'd rather be sitting over with your friends." He nodded towards the table Kim was at softly. I smiled at him.
If he only knew.
"Gabby." Paul's voice called out from across the lunch room. I stood as he stormed over to me, practically glaring at Foster the entire time.
"Hey." I greeted with a smile, but he ignored me.
"I'm Paul. Gabby's Boyfriend." He introduced himself to Foster who only smiled and stood, reaching for Paul's outstretched hand.
"No." I squeaked, pushing Foster's hand away. The last thing I needed was for them to end up in a death grip.
"I'm Foster. I'm new." He smiled at Paul lightly, despite the glare Paul was sending him.
"I don't care." Paul basically growled. Holy Merlin, what was his problem?
"Paul." I said in warning, pushing him further away from the table and leaving Foster to sit by himself for a minute.
Paul looked over my shoulder at Foster menacingly before I grabbed his face and forced him to meet my eyes.
"Paul, knock it the hell off." I accused. "I thought you were out today? Go home. Go patrol. Do…. something." I shook my head at him, turning sharply back towards my table and sliding into my seat next to Foster.
"I like him." Foster grinned kindly at me. I smiled back.
Honestly, how could Paul NOT like him?