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.

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

Right.

'Coincidence."

began explaining everything to her leaving out the dirty parts, of course, and

"Theodore Anthony Beckett. That is no way to treat a lady.

mom I get it. Can you please

She sighs.

just jumping into something that both you and her aren't ready for. She

to move on with things?" I ask her and I can already sense her

a

Great.

was so useful just a while ago.

I murmur.

up. Use

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

say before

It's true, despite all the rumors, I

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better than Pity Party." My

rolls her eyes amused, her black curls

"Quensilla."

I know that

So I keep walking.

running towards you." I shut my eyes and walk faster.

turn around again." She nods looking confused and soon

Theodore asks and I act

but he brushes it off.

"Can I talk to you after school?"  He asks and I immediately open my

not going to force you into anything." He says and

two blocks from here." I agree wearily

and I can't help but wonder

Lauren asks and I almost

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was lunchtime and I filled Lauren in at what happened that night. I was surprised

"So. . .you're not totally and utterly disgusted with me?" I ask her

if he is genuine when he apologizes." She tilts her head in his direction and I catch him looking at me, sitting at his usual table, with his usual gang. As soon as I meet his eye, he leans forward and stares at me even more.

too 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 of life."