Being back at the foster home feels foreign, like I don't belong here. But I really don't belong here, do I?
Monday morning at school, Callum came right up to me, acting like nothing had happened, draping his arm around my shoulder. "Hey babe, where the h**l were you this weekend? You missed our game on Friday. I came by to apologize, but Skyler said you weren't home."
Our date last Thursday feels like a lifetime ago, but seeing Callum and having his arm around my shoulders, made my skin crawl. To his touch, to the sound of his voice. Everything about him just doesn't do it for me anymore. He used to bring me butterflies whenever I saw him, but now.....
Now, I want to vomit.
Shrugging his arm off me, I turned to look at him. "If you must know, I was with my cousin. I'm moving in with h
