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1: Graduation Day

Bexley's P.O.V. 

Graduation day seems important to most people. The thing is that it really isn't that important. Graduation day is not a day people are going to think about before they die. They are going to want to think of much more important days like their wedding day or birth of their child/children. Not Highschool Graduation day.

Not much is memorable about sitting in a hot gym, listening to a dozen people talk for 2 hours and sitting next to a bunch of people I either don't know or don't care to know. They probably feel the same way about me. I mean I am a foster kid. 

Ever since I moved to Rosemead in California, I have only ever had one true person that has been there for me and only because he was a foster child too. I was 14 when I moved here and I was a freshman. It was the middle of the school year and Roary, I call him Roar, was a junior. He finished high school, graduated, got an apartment, and got out of foster care.

I helped him get the apartment. Even though he never officially asked me to be his girlfriend, that's what we are, I guess. I basically live with him in his apartment. My foster father makes me check up once a week to make sure I'm alive so he can get his check, but other than that, I am with Roar all the time or at work. 

I have about three months until I turn 18. Lucky, right? I get to graduate 17. Yeah. I just wish this shit would hurry up because I have work at 4:00 and it is almost 3:00 now. 

We are told to stand. Flip out tassels. CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL! Everyone throws their cap in the air. Not me. I take off running, happy that I made the decision to wear my uniform under my dress which happens to be a red dress. I wear minimum makeup, also for work. No, I'm not a hooker/prostitute/stripper/anywhere in between. 

I see that Roar is already in my 2000 Ford Taurus, red, rusting out car. It makes me happy that he is already in until I see that he is sleeping. 

I take off my robe and cap before I get in the car and throw it in the backseat. I get in the driver's seat and close the door, which wakes up Roar. Good. 

"What the hell, Bex! You scared the shit out of me," he yells. Let me correct myself. He ROARS. Get why I call his Roar now. He yells whenever he gets the chance. That's the opposite of me.

"Sorry for disturbing your nap. Did you sleep out here for the whole two hours, Roar?" I say, starting the car.

"It lasted two hours?!" Roar asks, shocked. 

"Yeah and apparently you did sleep through it all. You could have at least showed you cared a little bit, you know," I say. 

"Well, do you wanna celebrate when we get home?" he asks, putting his hand on my thigh. 

"I don't have ANY time for your celebrating. It takes 15 minutes from the school to the apartment and then a half an hour to get to work. I'll have like maybe 5 minutes to spare and that is if traffic isn't bad," I say. 

"Come on. I'll go fast. It'll take like two minutes," he says, begging. 

"That fact that those words just came out of your mouth is ridiculous and makes me not want to even more," I say. 

"Come on, Bex. I love you," he says gripping my thigh trying to get close to my sensitive spot on my leg that turns me on. 

"Roar, knock it off!" I say grabbing his hand and placing his hand on his leg, "I have to work. You currently aren't working and haven't been for the last, almost, two years now. I don't feel like losing my job, Roar. I just got promoted."

"Exactly! If you wouldn't have taken the promotion and would have stayed at Mad Mary's here in town it wouldn't take you 30 minutes to get to work!!" He screams. 

"Well, Mad Mary's paid $8.75 an hour and now I am getting $10 an hour because I am working at Maroons in LA. At least I am working! Someone has to be able to pay the bills and put food in the fucking fridge. You don't!" I say harshly back to him, making sure not to yell. I don't like to yell if I don't have to. 

I arrive at the front of our apartment and he starts yelling his comeback but I cut him off, "Save it for later, Roar. I have to get to work. Get out."

He looks pissed and gets out. He slams the door and I hear a clank sounding like something broke. Great. I'll have to check when I get to work if it is broken or not. 

*Grayson will be in the next chapter*

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