Please Don't Touch

Theodore's POV

I sit in the room. . . .

Alone. . . . .

On a Saturday. . . . . .

Ever since Quen left and moved into a new apartment-

I have no idea how she did it so fast.

-I haven't been seeing her a lot around the school except for in classes but she would sit far away, and bolt as soon as the class ended.

Picking up my phone, I dial the only person I know that can help me.

"Woah, am I seeing the contact name correctly or. . ." I roll my eyes amused.

"Hello would be nicer, mom," I tell her and she chuckles.

"Hello sweetie, how are things?"

"Good. . . School wise."

"Oh, is something wrong?"

"Girl trouble." I sigh rubbing my forehead and she gasps.

"Girl trouble? That's a first." She mutters the last part my face goes flat at her response. "Who is this special girl?"

I take a deep breath before responding.

"Do you remember Quensilla?"

"Quensilla? Isn't she the one that you. . . . Oh... "

"Yup."

My mom was literally my best friend, I told her everything. Including what I did a few years ago.

the same college?" She

Right.

'Coincidence."

." I began explaining everything to her leaving out the dirty parts, of course, and by the time I was done, she was already ranting.

is no way to

Can

She sighs.

first before just jumping into something that both you and her aren't ready for. She needs to learn to trust you. Most importantly you

right time to move on with things?" I ask her and I

a smart boy."

Great.

She was so useful just a while ago.

mom." I

I love you. Don't her knocked up.

believe in marriage before sex." I yell feeling my

"I love you too," I say before she hangs up and begins planning.

Yes. It's true, despite all the rumors, I am

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think that Soap is better than Pity Party." My new friend Lauren says as we

eyes amused, her black curls bounce as we walk

"Quensilla."

I know that

So I keep walking.

"Um, Silla. There's a boy like literally running towards you." I shut my eyes and

again." She nods looking confused and soon

Theodore asks and I act

convinced but he brushes

"Can I talk to you after school?"  He asks and I

to force you into anything." He says and I

two blocks from here."

He walks off and I can't help but

who was that?" Lauren asks and I almost forgot she

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that? And now he wants you? I call b.s." Lauren shrugs biting into her sandwich. It was lunchtime and I

. .you're not totally and utterly disgusted with me?" I

mistake and I'm not saying that you have to go plunging into his arms, but don't be too harsh on him if he is genuine when he apologizes." She tilts her head in his direction and I catch him looking at me, sitting at his usual table, with his usual gang. As soon as I meet his eye, he

him okay? It may seem hard to forgive but. . . we all do