Chapter 2 (Hello, Boston)

                                    

                                          
Y/n's POV 
Indya and I both wrote back accepting it and we both had Scholarships. FULLY PAID CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT???
I've been working overtime at the supermarket, as well as mowing the lawn or doing handiwork for some of the older ladies in the neighborhood to make some extra cash.
I usually throw out their trash, fix up some tiles, clean the roof, it didn't really matter to me as long as I was making some money.
I needed to still get some more clothes, a new pair of sneakers, and pay for a couple of stuff for the dorm. 
We also had to pay the moving fee for a truck so we can move in. Indya and I were putting our money together and we made some pretty good money.
Right now we were standing in a line that felt like it was forever. We were holding a big water jug full of quarters and dimes so we can exchange it in for some cash.
When we dumped all the coins in we got nearly 10 thousand dollars in cash. I looked at Indya who was wearing a tight dress, a trench coat, some black heels, her hair out, and a scarf. We smiled and gave each other a high-five and I handed her the money to put into her purse. 
I took the big jug back with us as we walked back home. 
When we got back all I hear is excited yelling coming from the basement. I think that's our foster mom playing poker again. We walked upstairs to put all our money together and hid it in a safe at the top of the closet hidden behind a bin of old clothes. 
"Edith" aka our foster mom is a short chubby lady that looks like she would drive trucks for a living. When in reality all she does is gamble.
"What do you think the parties would be like?" Indya asked while taking off her scarf along with her jacket. 
"I have no idea... and I don't care to find out" I took off my shoes and put them on the side. I really don't care to go to any parties. I just want to go to school and probably work somewhere I don't know. 
"Bitch this is supposed to be the best years of our livessss" she ran her hands through her hair and threw herself back on the bed.
"And it will be... when I graduate" 
"Okay so let's say this... you meet some fine ass girl that really really likes you. Then what?" 
"Oh please" I took off my shirt and once again checked out all my scars in the mirror. Not wanting to see the sight anymore, I quickly cover them with my shirt.
"Why? Cause your scars? Mamita no one is going to care about that."
"... but I care about it" I sat on my bed and she sighed and laid down next to me on her side just looking at me.
"Y/n. You're beautiful. Sexy even. I don't understand how you don't see that" 
"If I was as sexy as you say I am. I wouldn't be a virgin that's never really had a girlfriend" 
"That's your fault. Do you know why?" 
"Why Indya?" I sighed knowing what she was already going to say.