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."