Broken halfs.

Chapter 3: Theresa Oslen

***Theresa's POV***

"Why am I even eating this?"  Lala asked with a scrunched nose as she licked her vanilla ice cream.
"Well you like the chocolate coating but that only comes with the vanilla ice cream so you bought it just for the coating" I explain with a smile. As your already guessing, yes she already eat up all the chocolate coating leaving the vanilla ice cream.

"Yeah that makes sense" she nodded in understanding and so do I before we both burst out laughing.
She licked her ice-cream then scrunched her face in disgust before doing it again and again.

"Just don't eat it then" I snapped at her making her roll her eyes. "It has just the vitamins I need" she boasted and I frown. Well I guess between two best friends there's always that smarter one.
Something tells me it's not her.

"Can I taste yours" she smiles leaning in on my ice-cream. I eyes widened as I pushed her away from it. "no you have your own. Besides I told you to get strawberry" I scolded her with a giggle. She rolled her eyes mumbling about how selfish I was with a cute frown.

I laughed holding out to take her hand. "let's head back" I say and she looks at my hand and shakes her head "race you there" she challenged already taking off. I huff in frustration. "That's cheating" I groan running after her.  I was never much of a runner. I'm a cheerleader after all. I couldn't run even to save myself!

An almost impossible jump six feet up on a body tower? Yes! Running, No way.

"I'm wearing heels Lala. HEEEEEEELSSSS!" I screached still running after her. "She turns around still running and says with a lopsided smirk" a real lady fights combat in heels baby"

" Lala be careful there's someone behind you" I shout with a gasp and watched as she gracefully went right ahead and crushed into the guy falling to her butt.

I laugh hard holding on to my ice-cream so it doesn't fall before walking towards her. I walk past her and next to the guy she crushed into.
"Your so careless Lala" I laugh slightly after my real laughs had died out. She pouts looking up at the tall guy in front of me. His pretty cute. Handsome, gorgeous even.  I can't find a word that best describes him. He is simply good looking, no that's an understatement too. He is drop dead gorgeous but that seems an understatement too.

He has Raven black hair and the same shade of eyes, wore a annoyed poker face, a lean, mascular body that wasn't over exaggerated but pretty impressive and a good height. He looks like a male model or award winning actor.

His yes suddenly turned to me and I gulped at his intense stare. I turned to Lala on the floor and she mumbled "His so into you" dancing making me cover my mouth trying to muffle my giggles then my eyes went back to him.

His eyes went down to my legs then my waist up to my chest. He paused there a little too long and because of the deep clevege I had on I felt the edge to cover my skin but I didn't. That would be giving him the satisfaction that he can get to me.
So instead I put my hands on my hips and waiting for his curious eyes to reach my face. Eventually they did and I raised an eyebrow at him wanting him to explain.

His gaze falls to his feet making me look back at lala who was laughing her head off.
I rolled my eyes at my Bestfriend moving towards him. The least I could do is help clean the ice-cream of his shirt Lala graciously gifted him. Well she didn't want it anyway.

Lala handed me a tissue. I started on my mission rubbing the ice-cream off. Not too hard because that would make it sink into the fabric but just enough to remove it. I do this while trying to ignore the feeling of my hand on his hard chest and his burning stare on me. I bit my lower lip in an attempt to concentrate.