I was only 13 when Theo Winters waltzed into my life.
With his gorgeous brown eyes, perfectly unruly fawn hair, and Adonis-like body, there was absolutely no way for me to not fall in love with him. I had just moved into Islington, a small borough in the centre of London when I first saw him. I still remember it like it was yesterday.
My family and I had just finished unpacking our boxes when a knock came at the door. I rushed towards the door, overly excited to have guests, only to find Theo holding a box of cookies, looking like he would actually rather die than be where he was. His mother stood behind him with a smile far too thin and wide to be genuine, gripping his hand so tightly her knuckles were turning white. My mum ushered them in, and told me to take Theo upstairs. It turned out that we would be going to the school and he told me that he would be my friend, no matter what. Ever since that day I've been madly in love with him. When he asked me to be his girlfriend, in 9th grade, I was over the moon.
Me and him were perfect together. I went around bragging about my perfect boyfriend, and he went around bragging about me. We we were the main couple in our school. Everyone looked up to us, and wanted to be us. I loved him so fucking much. So much that for a time I genuinely thought that I had found my soulmate. We were going to be together forever.
I guess not.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be sat in this bar, wasted as fuck, crying and wailing to the bartender about Theo. The bartender, whose name is Gary, I believe, is looking at me with a look of such pity that my cheeks flame just thinking about it. I had just walked into Theo's room, late at night, feeling like shit as I had just failed a test, only to find him in bed with my best friend, Margo, fucking like rabbits. Quality friend. Such a cliché, I know. Boyfriend goes of with prettier, nicer best friend, leaving me in the dirt, alone.
'I HATE THEM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH!' I scream at Gary, who looks at me slight worriedly, slamming my hand on the table. I'm really, really, really fucking angry at him. I hate him so much.'But,' I choke out, 'I love him as well. I love him so goddamn much! Why did he have to cheat on me!? I love him. I should have been enough for him. But, I guess not!' I truly love Theo. He was my first and I wanted him to be my last, no matter what he did. Gary looks at me pitifully and says, 'I feel you, babe. He didn't care enough, and you cared too much. Been there, done that.' he says in a thick Irish accent. I nod, thankful that someone understands, and motion for him to pour me another shot. I down it quickly and wince at the burning in my throat. Fuck, that feels good. I need as much as I can get, to forget Theo. 'Ugh. Fuck my life. Honestly though. I'm just going to forget everything and get wasted. Honestly? Who needs boys when you have vodka!' I say, as I grab another shot of drink.
Suddenly, I see someone sitting in the seat next to me in my peripheral vision. I really don't want to deal with any mean remarks or attempts at conversation right now, so I angle my body so its not facing the stranger next to him. I shift my whole body, so I'm facing a wall but instead end up falling off of the wooden bar stool onto the cold ground. Fuck. 'Ughh.' I groan. 'Today is not my day.' I start trying to stand up when suddenly someone kneels next to me. 'Are you okay, Miss?' a voice asks. 'I'm fine, don't worry. It's just that today has been as shit as fuck.' I groan. 'Tell me about it.' the voice chuckles. 'Let me help you up.' my mystery saviour asks. He lends me a hand and a grab it, gratefully.
I stand up, excited to see my saviour. The second I see him, I'm sure my mouth hangs open. He is literally the hottest thing I have ever laid eyes on. He has light blonde hair styled into a gorgeous quiff, tanned skin, and the most gorgeous blue eyes I've ever seen. He is so hot, oh my god. Theo doesn't even hold a candle to this magnificently sexy beast. In the back of my mind, something tells me that I know this boy, but I ignore it anyway. 'Look. I know I'm sexy but there is no need to stare. Wait, I think you have a little bit of drool right there.' he says pointing to my mouth. I quickly raise a hand to my mouth, mortified, only to find no drool there. Fuck, this guy is good looking but he sure ain't nice. 'You are the sexiest thing I've ever seen.' I say, practically drooling. I'm so drunk right now. He grins at me and says, 'So, Miss. Klutz, who thinks I'm sexy. What's your name? I'm curious to find the name of the girl who is so drunk she fell of a bar stool.' 'Well, haven't you heard that curiosity killed the cat?' I fire back quickly. 'Yet, satisfaction brought it back! So, whats your name?' he asks again. Ugh. He's too annoying, but its kinda cute. I smile and say, 'My name is Charlotte, but call me Teddy, and I'm not that drunk.' 'Really? Then why are all of your words slurring?' I groan. The hot stranger got me. 'I don't care if I'm drunk! My boyfriend cheated on me, and I intend to have fun! Let's PARTAY!' I slur/scream. The second the words come out of my mouth, I sway, about to fall to the ground. He catches me quickly and looks into my eyes. 'Oh shit. You're really drunk. Let's get you home.' He throws an arm around me, to make me stable.
Drool.
I don't need Theo, when I have mysterious hot strangers. OK, I am pretty drunk, if I'm contemplating letting this guy take me home. 'No its fine. I don't need a ride. Trust me.' I say holding up a finger to his lips. They are so soft, oh my god. 'Just tell me your address, and I'll get you home.' he says slowly, as if I'm stupid. 'Why do you want to know my address, hot stranger? Do you luuurrvee me?' I say. 'No. I just don't want you to pass out in this random bar.' he says simply. 'Ugh.' I roll my eyes. 'My address is...' I tail off. 'What?' he asks. 'I don't seem to remember.' I say, as I sit down on the floor.
'You know what? Never mind. I'll just take you to my house, where you can stay the night, OK? I giggle and nod. The hot stranger extends a hand to me, and I make to hold it, but suddenly the worlds starts spinning,
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everything
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The Teddy Bear Agreement
Teen FictionI was only 13 when Theo Winters waltzed into my life. With his soft brown eyes, perfectly unruly fawn hair, and Adonis-like body, there was absolutely no way for me not to fall in love with him. Luckily, he seemed to like me too and in 9th g...