Quensilla's POV
Monday I was skipping to school. I felt giddy and anxious, something I haven't felt in a while. Theodore had texted me all through the weekend because he couldn't make it to my apartment since he was volunteering at something.
What's gonna happen today?
How is he gonna act?
Crap, crap, crap there he is.
Standing outside my locker, it's like high school all over again.you know. . before... anyway!
I slow my roll and try to act cool, pushing my hair over my shoulder. He leaned casually, dressed him light skinny jeans and a simple black polo.
And he looked so good.
Alright alright! Calm your tits!
Taking a deep breath, I reach my locker and his eyes light up.
"Silla." He greets and I try to contain my grin.
"Theodore."
"Ugh, my name sounds like an old man's name." He grunts in disgust and I burst out laughing. The whole hallway goes quiet. I slowly hiccup, blushing and he smirks at me.
"You're adorable." He murmurs and I roll my eyes.