Statistically screwed (an "I AM NUMBER FOUR" FANFICTION)

Chapter one.

I am statistically screwed.

Looking back, there was no way to avoid this unless me and Pee weren't so dead set on spreading the gospel like freaking boy scouts but whatever here goes the story. 

I met Pee after I ran the first time. From the shitty foster home that kept shaving my head for shame. Especially the fact that I was in Wisconsin and it was a -10 degree winter. 

I had ran after the first time I was struck. I was arguing. see, i am highly allergic to the chemicals in hair dye and my foster sibling, Michael, who was 17 at the time, was very into hair dyes and piercings and gosh i had asked for them to move Michael to a different room and they struck me.  Little 12 year old Zed packed my little bag and was leaving. 

"Zedakah," they had said, right before I left. 'Do forgive us, but you see, Michael is our real son. You are just a foster. Just sit through the pain and maybe next time, we won't have to make those ugly satanic tattoos visible.' I bit my lip until it was bleeding and left in the night.

I was huddled on the streets of Milwaukee when I was approached by a girl and her mother. She had dyed black and dangly kitty earrings. I was about to cringe about the hair dye when the little girl said "It's henna dyed. I'm Peeeeee~' But her mother looked embarrassed and said her name was Jackie. Her mom, Eva, a former runaway foster child, had welcomed me with open arms. 

After that we basically grew up together, and it never got romantic, as she soon realized she found romantic attraction in girls. but whatever, It's 2010 for crying out loud.

Pee had always loved dying her hair, but after learning I was allergic, she quickly backed off, using only natural dyes on her pretty brown hair.

I, on the other hand. Was her ugly stepbrother. Black hair that no dye works because of my allergy. dark eyes, like so dark you can't see the iris. I had always tried to keep my mop long to cover those stupid tattoos my bio parents did. And while Jackies skin always stayed a nice rich brown, mine was a pale like I see no sunlight.

Though, we shared one common interest. Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Pee had started after I did. 12-year-old me, quiet the first few months of being with Jackies family, rea-reading the first one over and over and then Pee jumped from out of a tree and straddled me with her legs and stole the book.
'Woah! Greek mythology?! ' Young Jackie had spoken excitedly. 
'G-Give it b... back1' I had stuttered back.
'Nuh uhhh finders keepersssss~~~' 
'I-I'll let you read it, just give it back.' 

Young Jackie gave it back and from that day forward we had become something like friends. We had started cosplaying, at first I only did Nico cosplays, because I felt like that's all I could do, until pee started to push me out of my comfort zone. Then I was Grover, Percy, Tison, and hell, Even Mr. D!"

By 14 everything was perfect. 

until Jackie's mom went missing. 

Me and Pee had gotten home from school, and her mom wasn't back from work. We had assumed she'd been day drinking at a tavern, Which she did when her clients were being particular asses. 

We called the tavern. No sign of Eva anywhere. We went to her twink boyfriends house, and he hadn't seen her either. one day. two days. 

On the third, an officer was called because a neighbor had heard Pee screaming into her pillow about how she missed her Momma. The officer had put up a case on Eva but it was closed as quickly as it was open. Feds. That's what I assumed. It was a fucking cover up.