Please Don't Touch

Theodore's POV

I sit in the room. . . .

Alone. . . . .

On a Saturday. . . . . .

Ever since Quen left and moved into a new apartment-

I have no idea how she did it so fast.

-I haven't been seeing her a lot around the school except for in classes but she would sit far away, and bolt as soon as the class ended.

Picking up my phone, I dial the only person I know that can help me.

"Woah, am I seeing the contact name correctly or. . ." I roll my eyes amused.

"Hello would be nicer, mom," I tell her and she chuckles.

"Hello sweetie, how are things?"

"Good. . . School wise."

"Oh, is something wrong?"

"Girl trouble." I sigh rubbing my forehead and she gasps.

"Girl trouble? That's a first." She mutters the last part my face goes flat at her response. "Who is this special girl?"

I take a deep breath before responding.

"Do you remember Quensilla?"

"Quensilla? Isn't she the one that you. . . . Oh... "

"Yup."

My mom was literally my best friend, I told her everything. Including what I did a few years ago.

the same college?" She asks surprised. "What a coincidence!"

Right.

'Coincidence."

everything to her leaving out the dirty parts, of course,

"Theodore Anthony Beckett. That is no way

Can you please help me

She sighs.

need to start from scratch. Try being friends first before just jumping into something that both you and her aren't ready for. She needs to learn to trust you. Most importantly you need to learn to trust each other."

"When is the right time to move on with things?" I ask her and I can already sense her smile.

know. You're a

Great.

was so useful just a

mom." I murmur.

knocked up.

you I believe in marriage before sex." I yell feeling my

you too," I say before she

despite all the rumors,

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Party." My new friend

and she rolls her eyes amused, her black curls bounce as

"Quensilla."

that voice.

So I keep walking.

like literally running towards you." I

don't turn around again." She nods looking confused and

and I act

doesn't look convinced but he brushes it off.

He asks and I

promise I'm not going to force you into

Meet me at the cafe just two blocks from here." I agree

I can't help but

"What and who was that?" Lauren asks and I almost

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into her sandwich. It was lunchtime and I filled Lauren in at what happened

disgusted with me?" I ask her and she

him too. He made a mistake and I'm not saying that you have to go plunging into his arms, but don't be too harsh on him if he is genuine when he apologizes." She tilts her head

harsh on him okay? It may seem hard to forgive but. . . we all do some things that we're not supposed to and end up regretting it later. It's the cycle