Theresa

Theresa bit her lip while she watched Drake saunter away.  She slipped his earrings into her pocket for safe keeping.  This whole situation was just so weird.  Why was Drake suddenly so nice?  And who let their girlfriend accept jewelry from other guys? 

The last thing Theresa felt like doing now was playing volleyball.  Her instincts told her to run after Drake and forget about Kirk.  After all, Drake had never deserted her.  He wasn’t some weird God-freak and he was pretty good-looking.  Could he really belong to a gang?  And was that really so bad?  Theresa thought about watching West Side Story at Sybille’s house last Valentine’s Day and giggled at the idea of Drake dancing and snapping his fingers.  But Theres...

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