Creative Writing: Trevor Is A Boy

My mom doesn’t take her eyes off of the traffic on the road ahead of us as she asks, “Oh. So I’m assuming this Trevor kid. Is a boy?” “Yes mom, Trevor is a boy. Why does that matter?” I reply as I reach down to retrieve my phone my backpack’s outermost pocket. My mom takes her eyes off of the road to take a quick glance at me, she’s obviously trying to hide the fact that Trevor being a boy slightly bothers her. “It doesn’t matter that much.” I play along acting like this doesn’t bother her, “Ok, good because, he’s just a science partner.” I can clearly see that my mom isn’t exactly on the same page and agreeing with the idea that Trevor is ‘just a science partner’. “Right, yeah. So um, does Trevor seem nice.” I shift uncomfortably

“Well, I guess that would be good if you could.” I grin, knowing that was how she would answer, “Don’t worry, I will. And you might even get to meet Trevor, we have to meet somewhere after school a few days this week and next week to work on the

“Yeah, it sure sounded like it on the phone last night too. But at least you didn’t have to sit in a car with your mom for a half hour talking about Trevor.” Haze’s eyes widen. “Wait. Trevor Woods?!” I can feel my face start to become a little more serious, yet a small smirk remains. “Yes, Trevor Woods. He’s just my partner for the project in science. And my mom wanted to know all about him, I told her he seemed nice. You should’ve seen her face when I said that we had to meet after school for a few days to work on our project and that she might get to meet him.” Haze suddenly looks like she understands where my mom was coming from with all the concern about Trevor. “Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. She’s probably just hoping to see you make another friend.” I nod my head, realizing that that was probably the exact reason.“You could be right, we’ll just have to wait and