Theron
Being an almost eighteen year old dad is hard. Responsibilities are piled sky high and the odds of me being a good dad like mine was to me is quite bleak. But the smile on my baby's face makes me think I'm doing alright.
But along came Bobby...
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Theron
The days pass by and it's the first time in years I'm just simply enjoying myself. The first Christmas in a long ass time that excites me.
After the debacle with Mr. Foley he resigned and skipped town when his wife found out what he did to me. Ky is in a preparatory class for first year kids that Mrs. Jones got him in and me, well I'm finally able to just be. To not worry where our next meal was coming from or if we got robbed, if we will get robbed; God it feels good with no stress.
The Winter Formal dance is here once more and this time the school made it mandatory that every student attends and I'm literally lost right now. The last time I came to this mall I was probably twelve and it wasn't this strange.
"Well if it isn't the elusive Theron Munroe," I freeze hearing the voice behind me. Shit.
"Hi Blaise," I murmur looking down at my shoes feeling so very ashamed that I can't look him in the eyes.
"So whatcha doing all by your lonesome?" he asks and I look around, at anything but him really.
"Was trying to find a store that rents or sells suits," I mutter.
"Did you check Bryden's?" he asks and I finally look up at him confused.
"Wait. You're lost aren't you?" Blaise cackles and I want to stuff my fist down his throat when shoppers stared at us.
"No," I defend myself.
"Yea you are," Blaise giggles and hooks his arm in mine dragging me behind him.
"I'm letting you off easy this time but the next time you become somebody's sex slave, hell the next time you have sex and I don't know about it I'll skin you alive," Blaise says to me and I nod when I look at his face. His eyes seem to tell me silently that he forgives me, he accepts me and my decisions.
Needless to say the boy embarrassed me all day asking me inappropriate questions about Bobby Ray and his private parts to which I turned beet red every damned time and that only made Blaise's day more worthwhile. The sick fuck.
"I'm not trying on any other suits. I'm tired," I grouch coming out of the dressing room and face Blaise whose face seemed frozen with pleasure.
"Blaise!" I hiss making him tear his eyes off the guys on the other end of the dressing area.
