“Is that a yes to being my girlfriend?” He held my hands and gave me that handsome smile of his.
“I don’t know, can I think about it?” I smirked. He didn’t like my smart ass answer, so he got on top of me and started tickling the hell out of me until I screamed yes.
“Now was that so hard smart ass?” I was ready to give him a piece of my mind since he knows I hate being tickled, but he put his hand over my mouth and told me to shh.
“Do you hear that?” I shook my head no and started to feel terrified that we were going to get caught. After a few minutes he shook his head saying it must have been an animal. We went back to making out until it was two in the morning knowing we had to get back inside.
“Listen, we can’t tell anyone were together not even at school.”
“Why? I can see here, but who cares what people think at school.” The night was going so perfect, but now I felt it was taking a turn for the worst.
“I know, but I don’t need the guys on the team riding my ass about dating my foster sister let alone an eighth grader. The girls won’t be easy on you either and that is going to end up with me being expelled for beating all their boyfriends up.”
“I’ll be fourteen in a few months and you’re still fifteen for another few months too. No one will find our age difference weird and don’t worry about any girls, I can handle them.”
“Two years isn’t a big deal Madison, but dating a middle schooler isn’t going to fly with them.” He shook his head while I felt myself getting more mad.
“You know what isn’t going to fly, being your dirty little secret. Tonight was going perfect and you had to ruin it all because you are worried what people will say.” I slammed the folder in his chest and took off running for the house. He was right behind me in a second, but when he grabbed my hand to make me turn around, the patio lights turned on.
”What do you two think you’re doing out this late!” We were greeted by the devil himself and all the fear came rushing back to me. We both remained quiet, fearing what he was going to do next.
Mr. Montgomery walked over to Jude and back handed him giving Jude a split lip. The anger I saw back in Jude’s eyes was frightening, but he knew if he didn’t back down what was worst would be coming.
“Look at you, dress like a little slut like your mother. I bet you were spreading those legs for every little punk nose brat or were you opening them up for your brother?” He scrunched his nose in disgust and before I could even blink, Jude was shoving him.
“Don’t you dare talk to her like that!” Jude’s voiced was so angry and loud that it even shocked Mr. Montgomery for a second.
“I like that your defending yourself, good. Now both of you give me your phones. You lost all privileges to your phones, computers, and televisions.” I’d take that punishment over his office ones any day. This felt to good to be true though. We dropped our phones in his hand and both of us were escorted to our rooms. I ended up tossing and turning all night until a stumbling Mrs. Montgomery came in my room early morning waking me up.
“Heard you had a late night last night. Seems like someone is taking after their mother. What a shame. Now thanks to you, I have to bring you along with me shopping. You have five minutes to get dress and meet me downstairs by the door.” This day is already at a bad start. I needed to talk to Jude, but no I get the honor of carrying all her bags and force to give her compliments on how good she looks. I rather douse my eyes with acid than go with her.
After hours of shopping and playing over what happened in my head a thousand times, I was in need of a nap. I knew I had to talk to Jude though. Part of me was starting to think I over reacted and maybe in time he will be ready to go public with us. At this point I rather have him than lose him.
Mrs. Montgomery dropped me off before she sped away to go have drinks with her friends. I headed straight up to Jude’s room while repeating in my head exactly what I wanted to say. I just really hope he will forgive me and still want us to date after everything that happened last night. I nervously knocked on his door a few times, but there was no answer.
“Jude, can you please open the door?” Nothing but silence greeted me. I decided to knock a little harder which made door swing open and revealed there was no Jude in sight. His bed, all his drawings, and even his baseball trophies were gone. I felt myself panicking and without thinking, I stormed into Mr. Montgomery’s office.
“Where’s Jude!” I slammed his laptop down and was greeted with a smile that told me whatever happened to Jude I wasn’t going to like it.
“I’m going to let you storming into my office unannounced slide since I’m in a great mood today.”
“Why?”
“We foster you two ungrateful deviants on our own money and you both don’t appreciate it. Your little boy toy decided to run for it last night and Mrs. Quinn decided to resign this morning. Less mouths to feed means more money in my pocket. Now the three of us can be one big happy family.” He rose up from his desk and headed to the door. When I heard the lock click, the feeling of fear
