Theresa

“What gives you the right to decide my boyfriend is a geek,” Theresa was almost running to keep up with Drake.

“Hey, I just call ‘em how I see ‘em.”

“Well he’s not, okay,” she was breathing rather more heavily that she wanted to.  “He’s just smart and at home no one bothers him because they know he’s a good guy.”

Drake stopped suddenly and Theresa walked into him.  He held her briefly, but let go as soon as she twisted away from him.

“You smell really nice,” he said and then started walking again.

Theresa heard a niggling voice tell her to go back to camp, but something was keeping her close to him.

“He told me you’re part of a gang and that yo...

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