Exposed novel Chapter 11

Quensilla's POV

It was lunchtime again and the boys sat with us. I was purposefully ignoring Theodore and I know he noticed.

Lauren and Z'hiem, was just chatting it up, but I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.

"Silla...are you alright?" Theodore asks and Chase just stares at me intently. Surprisingly, he didn't talk to me much today.

"Yes," I say curtly and he raises an eyebrow.

"You sure?"

Y'know what?

I grab my phone and scroll through the messages. Coming across the unknown number I show it to him.

"Here." He looks at it and raises both eyebrows before turning towards Chase.

"Did you read the last text?" Theodore asks and I roll my eyes.

"I didn't need to."

"I think you did sweetie," Roy speaks up and I furrow my eyebrows.

What? This isn't Theodore...it's Chase.

"How'd you know what I sent was for Theodore?" I ask Chase my eyes wide.

"He talks about you. A lot." Chase shrugs and I sigh.

"I am so sorry," I mutter to Chase and he smirks.

Theodore abruptly gets up, grabbing his bag and leaves.

"Crap. Theod-"

"Let him cool off," Christopher says, grabbing my arm.

"He'll just snap at you if you talk to him now." I nod reluctantly staring in the direction he left.

Chase stared at me intently, tilting his head.

The last class, Theodore showed up pretty late, he gave me some harsh looks and sat far away.

I bite my lip and stare at the teacher.

It's not that I was developing feelings for him or whatever .  .  . but I felt bad that I accused him.

Rubbing my hands all over my face, I wait till the bell rings before I walk towards him.

"Theodore!" I call out and he halts but doesn't turn around. I walk to face him and he rolls his eyes. "Look, I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to accuse you it's just  after all you did.   ."

"My number is saved in your phone Y'know. " He raises an eyebrow and I sigh.

"I wasn't thinking." He looks at me for a moment before nodding.

"Alright." I smile at him and he tilts his head.

Is that all they ever do!

Their stupid heads will fall off one day, mark my words.

"Hey...um, we're going to the café right now...you wanna come?" I ask peering up and him and he nod.

"Hey, Silla, the seat's pretty packed. How about we sit here?" Chase calls and I look across to find one table, two seats.

"Okay." I murmur and he pulls out my chair. I smile at that and he soon sits also.

I can feel someone's hard glare at my head and I can already guess who.

"Man, you can stop staring at them now." Christopher teases and Roy guffaws.

"Shut up before I make your face one with the table."

I shake my head and their conversation and find Chase staring.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't even know." He murmurs and I grin. "What're you having?"

"Their milkshakes are the bomb," I mutter and he nods.

"Let me guess, chocolate?"

"Nah, I'm more of a vanilla kind of girl." I shrug and he lifts both eyebrows.

"Is that so? Most girls would just go for chocolate."

"I don't wanna be like most girls." I quote the song and he smirks.

"Skittles isn't food." He raises an eyebrow and I gasp.

"It goes into my mouth. Therefore it's food."

"Is that so? So anything that goes into your mouth is food?" He smirks and I roll my eyes, knowing what he means.

"No. Dirt isn't food, but if I fall it'll mostly be in my mouth. So is grass and stones and-"

"I get it." He deadpans amused and I giggle.

About to ask him another question, something cold comes slipping down my pants and I stand immediately as my vanilla milkshake, stuck to the clothing item.

"Quensilla..." Lauren gasps.

"Opps." I look up to find Ocean.

"Ocean? What?" I ask incredulously. Wasn't this guy just helping me move in?

Are they on their period or something?

"Watch where you're going!" Chase snaps grabbing napkins, and Ocean tilts his head.

"You know guys have a code," Ocean says, and Chase stares at him blankly. "It goes a little like this. I saw her first."

Chase leaves no warning as he collides his fist with Ocean's face.

"Haha. So funny." He states dryly as Ocean grips his nose.

"Chase!"

What in the world.

"That was very unnecessary," I tell him.

"Unnecessary? Look at your skirt."

"It doesn't mean you have to resort to violence." I sigh, grabbing my bag and walking out.

I don't understand why all this drama is happening to me.

I went to college away from home so I can have a quiet life. Now I have three boys, who I have no idea what to do with.

Maybe I should consider going to a new school.