@trashebags
James had sent her a text message during lunch to let her know that Ashe would be picking her up today. Of course, he didn’t have to pick her up -- she was more than capable of getting home by herself. Her dad (there wasn’t a damn thing foster about him) had always thought it important for him to be there after school, to talk to her, to ask about her day, to just be present. In the few moments that he couldn’t be there, (this was number three in all the years he’d been taking care of her) he would send Ashe instead. This was always annoying because a lot of the girls (and boys, he’d just never admit it) seemed super into him. Which she didn’t get -- it was just Ashe? The one that snored too loud and always dared her to the most stupid shit. He totally wasn’t her best friend or anything, just her regular older brother.
“You’re late,” she starts fresh out the gate and leaves her friends behind to greet Ashe. “Let’s get out here before all my friends start making heart eyes at you.”