The Tutor - Romeo Beckham

Another Chance

I was walking home from Rachel's house this morning. I was the first to wake up, something bugging my mind. I realized that it was Hannah. I can't believe I kissed other girls. I'm so stupid! I have to tell her what I did. This isn't fair to her. I pull out my phone and type the message,

"Meet me at Lakeshore park in 5?" I sigh in relief, thinking of what I'm going to tell her. My phone vibrates in my pocket. Carefully, I pull it out.

"Whatever." She replies. At least it's a response.

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I walk to the park and sit on one of the swings, waiting for Hannah to come. I decided that I was going to tell her the truth, that it was easier then lying to her. Sure, she'd be pissed, but she was already mad, and she'd most likely be more upset if I didn't tell her and she found out on her own accord.

I glanced up to the walkway to see her walking towards me. I awkwardly adjusted myself in the swing seat, and pulled my jacket closer to me. The cold winter breeze not helping my cold.

"Hi," Hannah says timidly as she sits down on the swing next to me.

"Hi," I reply. "So what I wanted to talk to you about is basically us. I know you saw me hugging Cassidy but that was honestly all her. Another thing that happened is, last night, my school had a winter formal. Some girls in my class invited me and some of my friends over and things got a little crazy." I looked up at Hannah.

"Crazy how?" Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Spin the bottle crazy." I looked up to see tears forming in her eyes.

"How many?" She questioned.

"How many what?"

"How many girls, Romeo," She paused before adding "dont play stupid."

"Three girls. I only kissed them each like twice. Trust me though. It didn't mean anything," I stuttered.

"How could you? I thought we had something special!"

"We did..." She raised an eyebrow, "W-we still do." I corrected myself.

"Well, call me when you figure it out. Because I'm finished guessing with you." And with they she walked away, tears in her eyes, wind blowing her hair.

She walked away.

The worst part is, I let it happen.

Twice.

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