Strings Attached

Chapter Two

Theodore insisted on driving, and I allowed him to.

It would have been dangerous to drive in this condition.

It was one of those times in which you are more asleep than awake, and all my energy had drained away during my little argument with Brianna.

I would have fallen asleep, but Theodore insisted on doing small talk.

Why did he have to be so nice? He was making it harder and harder for me to just hate him.

I wanted to hate him; I truly did. His mom was a total bitch, and I did not like her one bit. I wanted to dislike him, too, but he was making it impossible for me to do so.

"What's your favorite color?" he asked.

It was the fifth question he had asked me since we had gotten in the car.

"Yellow," I replied, closing my eyes and trying to get a little bit of sleep.

"Cool," he said.

There was an awkward silence, and I felt a little bit bad for him. He was trying his best to be nice, so I decided to give the guy a chance.

"Is yours pink or what?" I asked, trying not to laugh.

He chuckled. "No, it's actually green."

"Well, your boxers tell me otherwise," I said sleepily.

"Oh, come on! It was a careless mistake!" he exclaimed, but I could tell he was smiling.

"You are just embarrassed because I discovered your biggest secret," I said.

"Which is...?"

"You are gay," I told him. "That's fine. You do not have to hide it. My mom loves gay people. Her best friend is a gay guy."

He scoffed. "I'm not gay!"

"You are still deeply in the closet, aren't you?" I joked.

"I am not!"

I opened one of my eyes and noticed that he was smiling. Perhaps he was glad that I was not being so mean anymore.

I smiled. He was not as bad as I thought he would be. I still did not like him, but at least I did not dislike him anymore. I just could not make up my mind. Was I supposed to hate him because his mom was a total annoyance? Or was I supposed to give him a chance because he was not his mom?

I did not lose anything by helping him, but the problem was that when my mom, Brianna, and I needed help, nobody was there to aid us.

My father left my mom a year ago, and I still was not used to living without him. He decided to leave us to be with another woman. He had impregnated her, and that was why he officially stopped being part of our family.

My dad did not even have a good taste. My mom was way prettier than Sophia, my father's lover. I do not say this only because she is my mom and I love her. I say it because it is true.

Sophia was ten years older than my mom, and she was all wrinkled and ugly.

I could not understand how my dad would leave a woman as beautiful as my mom for a woman as ugly and selfish as Sophia. I had only seen Sophia once, and I hated her. She was vain and selfish. She got pregnant on purpose just to make our dad finally leave us.

My mom found out that he was cheating on her three years ago. That was when I met Sophia. She came to our house to yell at my mom and tell her that my dad did not love her anymore. She told her that she was going to be my dad's new wife, and that my dad was going to ask her for a divorce in a couple of months.