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So Monica’s recent friendliness puts e

Growing up as a foster kid taught me to distrust anyone who’s overly friendly with no reason to be More often than not, they’re the kinds of people who only want to get close to you to take so

Whether that’s your lunch, your inity

I haven’t figured out what Monica wants fro at my arm with her too-sharp, manicured nails makes me wish I’d just stayed home and locked myself in my bedroom to avoid my foster father like usual

The thought of another night spent avoiding his “accidental” touches and leering glancesaround the club

Fuck it At least I’m out of the house

I’ll be free of foster care perhteen in six ht I just have to make it until then

“Oh, fuck Dao?”

Monica’s nails dig intoher lips like some kind of cartoon character

I can’t help it My gaze tracks alongside hers, scanning the large dance floor of the club and the dimly lit tables and bar that line the periuy or his friends, and I suppress a smile of satisfaction as Monica pouts

“Shit” She scowls, adjusting the tight tank top she’s wearing, tugging it down to display a little ood fresh ht”

“Sorry,” Ithat the music ss up my words

I’et Monica laid, and I don’t particularly want to see her get to third base with a guy on the dance floor Especially not that guy

Disappointed at losing sight of her prey, she finally shuts up, and we dance for another couple of songs without speaking I’m sweaty and hot, and the thud of the bass seems to drown out my own heartbeat until it’s all I can feel in my body

As I lose myself in the music, the tension and irritation fade froreed to coht at all