Incendiary

12. Theo And His Late-Night Love For Books

Idk how I feel abt this chapter. Let me know if you think it's too eccentric. I just had a little bit already written, and while I was going through my drafts, I found it and decided to add on :)

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Theo

I stepped out of the dressing room.

I could still feel her hand on my cheek.

You would think that a tiny woman wouldn't be able to slap that hard- but no. She slaps harder than my fucking father.

I did deserve it.

I should've let her scream at me- maybe she would still be here. Maybe she would start talking to me again.

I've been in New York for 3-years, and the only exciting thing to occur is seeing her.

Just looking at her makes me feel something.

Though, I can't say whether it's a good feeling or not.

It's still something I chase. 

My mother walks up to me with a concerned look on her face, "Theo, where were you?"

I shrugged.

"Alison was looking for you," she fans her face.

She always gets so worked up over nothing.

"She said she thought you were with a girl!" her tone was hushed. She grabbed the collar of my shirt with one hand and pulled me down to her level, "I thought I raised you better than that!"

I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't doing any- Ow!"

She pulled my hair, "You should know better than to cheat on a girl."

"I wasn't doing anything," I pulled myself away and stood at a safe distance, "We aren't even dating."

She huffed, turning around like she expected me to follow. I did.

Almost all of the people were gone. The only people were my father, Jordan, Ivy, Allie, a few of Ivy's friends, and my mother.

Allie gave me her signature, I-want-to-go-home-with-you-tonight smile.

 Ivy walked up to me, gripped my jaw to turn my face to the side, and gasped. "Theo, did you get into a fight with someone at my art exhibition!?"

Yeah, a fucking chihuahua of a woman.

I pushed her hand away, hating the attention of everyone else on me.

My father glared at me. 

I shrugged and walked up to the table. Jordan had a knowing look on his face. His lips were almost in a smile.

Allie walked up to me with a dramatic look of concern on her face.

"That looks like it hurts," she lightly runs her fingers over the red part of my cheek.

Jordan coughs and covers his mouth, and Allie glares at him.

I take her hand away from my face, "It doesn't hurt, Allie."

Allie and I grew up together. I've known her since I was 7. Our parents do a lot of business together.

We never had anything official. She was just always there, and a part of me liked that.

She was my first kiss, my first girlfriend- we were 8, now she's the girl my father wants me to date.

My family loves her. She comes to holiday dinners at my parents, my mom's soirees, and my sister's shows.