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.