The Teddy Bear Agreement

Misunderstandings and Scrambled Eggs

When I wake up everything is fuzzy. 

My head is pounding and I feel like I'm about to throw up. What the fuck even happened last night? I open my eyes, yawning. Fuck, I'm so tired right now. What time is it? I look around my room - WAIT! WHERE THE FUCK AM I? THIS IS NOT MY ROOM?! I look down at my clothes and see that they are the same clothes I was wearing last night. Gross. There is a bitter taste in my mouth, and I reach a hand to my hair, to find that it is feels like a bird nest. Even more gross.

I'm sitting on a black sofa, swaddled in an incredibly soft baby blue blanket, which I have absolutely no idea where I found. I untangle my self from the blanket, stand up quickly which makes me feel extremely lightheaded. Rubbing my head, I glance around the room.  Its incredibly large, with a fuzzy white rug laying on the black wooden floor. The walls are painted crisp white, and are adorned with countless breathtaking water color paintings. There is a giant flat screen TV hanging on the wall above a mahogany open shelved dresser, right across from me. There is a fancy open plan kitchen in the corner of the room, with a island in the middle, surrounded partially by black wooden stools. I call out, 'Hello?' No answer. Where the fuck am I?' I scream out. No reply. I've been kidnapped haven't I! I don't want to die! What if I get raped? I'm only 18! No. Wait. Think, Teddy, think. What happened last night? All I can remember, is that I was at a bar after Theo - oh my god. Theo broke up with me. I sit down quickly, after remembering yesterday. I still can't believe that Theo would go for my good friend, well, ex-good friend Margo. He always used to say that he had very high standards, and would never go for a slut. I guess his standards must have lowered, considerably, for him to even consider a skank like Margo. 

'Hello, sleeping beauty! Awake at last!' a deep voice calls interrupting my thoughts, and I jump. 'Fuck! You scared me!' I say in the direction of my kidnapper. 'Oh. Well, sorry.' my kidnapper says. Well done, Teddy! You've got yourself in a great situation. You've been kidnapped! But, when my "kidnapper" steps into my sight, my mouth hangs open and I'm sure my jaw has hit the floor. My kidnapper is Elliot Xavier. 

Elliot. Fucking. Xavier.

I want to laugh.

Elliot is the boy who runs our whole school. He is a total bad boy, who is somehow able to maintain excellent grades. His family is the richest in our town, and he has absolutely everything that he would ever need. And, not to mention, he is the sexiest creature that I have ever laid eyes on. His messy blonde hair falls effortlessly perfect, and his icy blue eyes seem to look right through me. 'E-elliot? I stutter, and he looks at me as if I'm an idiot. Oh, I forgot to mention. Elliot is also a total fucking jackass. 'Yes. Your observation skills are unparalleled.' he says and I roll my eyes. 'You're a dick.' I state, and he grins. 'Thank you for noticing!' he jokes and his smile is so gorgeous, I have to check my mouth for drool. Wait. 'Why the fuck am I here? Did we sleep together? No, we didn't cause' I'm on the sofa? Oh my god, Theo's going to be so mad- oh wait.' I say, forgetting that Theo is no longer my boyfriend, and should not care where I spend the night. 'Oh wait what?' he asks with a raised eyebrow and I shrug. I'm not sharing this information with Elliot. He can find out at school, for all I care. When my humiliation and despair gets spread around the school. 'Anyway. You're here because I found you yesterday, drunk as fuck, at a random bar in town, crying about Theo, who I guess broke up with you?' A red stain spreads across my cheeks, 'Yes... I guess that is what happened, if you want to put it quite frankly.' I mumble, embarrassed. What else stupid did I do last night? I swear, me and alcohol, should not mix. Ever. 

My hangover supports that statement.

'Well anyway... when I found you, totally out of your head, babbling about Theo, and what a 'magnificently sexy beast' I was. Your exact words by the way.' Elliot smirks, and I internally face palm, another blush spreading across my face. 'I was just babbling. That was the alcohol talking.' I reassure him, and he grins, 'Don't you know that drunk words are sober thoughts?'. 'Don't you know that you should shut up?' I counter, and internally groan at how awful that comeback was. 'Great comeback, sweetheart! You should enter a competition! Anyway, so you were totally and completely drunk, alone, and had absolutely no idea where you lived, so I had to take you to my house so you wouldn't die. So... yeah.' he finishes with a shrug. 

Wow.

I'm not sure if I should be flattered or incredulous.

Elliot is renowned in our school for never ever bringing a girl home, for absolutely no reason what so ever. He makes a rule out of it. He believes that no girl in this school is 'special' or 'pretty' enough for his egotistical ass. I'm sure though, there is a deeper reason. I was half convinced that he was secretly homeless and just said he lived in this giant mansion.'Thank you, I guess.' I say. 'For saving me.' 'No problem, sweetheart.' he says as he strides across the room to a large open plan kitchen, with marble surfaces, and sleek black wooden shelves. The floor was smooth black wood, similar to the shelves. The hob was a panel of black tinted glass with four white circles on it, one of those insanely fancy ones. There were multiple other incredibly fancy gadgets around the kitchen, which added evidence to my earlier statement that Elliot was filthy rich. I brush off nonexistent dust from my dress and follow Elliot's footsteps into the kitchen. 

I sit down on a black wooden stool, next to the island when Elliot is standing with a opened box of eggs, milk, salt, butter, and some strange green mixture, which looks absolutely disgusting. 'It's for hangovers.' he says, motioning to the revolting green substance. 'It's called Elliot's Elixir!' he says proudly, smiling like a little kid. I have to laugh at that. Elliot's Elixir is too funny! 'Seriously, Elliot's Elixir?' I laugh. 'How mature!' I comment, and Elliot grins. 'Drink it. It may look a bit weird, but it actually doesn't taste that bad.' he says shiftily. I raise my eyebrows at him, and he concedes. 'Okay, maybe it doesn't taste excellent, but it works. I promise.' 'OK, then. I'll drink it. Anything to stop this horrible headache!' I wince, pressing a hand to my throbbing temple. 

He slides the green concoction over to me and I pick up the tall glass. Oh my god. Up close, this drink looks so EVEN WORSE. It's as green as grass, and has lumps of what looks like vomit floating around. I take a sniff of it and immediately grimace. It smells like stinky socks, and the boys changing room after a 2 hour football session. 'Drink up!' Elliot says annoyingly, and I glare at him for a second before pinching my nose and putting the glass to my mouth and drinking a small sip. The second the nasty substance touches my tongue, I realises that this tastes AWFUL. Like god took everything bad and evil from the world and put it in a glass. But, I force myself to swallow it. This drink isn't worse than this pounding headache. 'Good girl.' Elliot says patronisingly. I stare at him angrily for a second before taking another sip of this unholy drink. 

Ew.

'Eggs?' Elliot asks pointing to the open cardboard box of eggs on the sleek black marble surface of the island. 'Sure.' I shrug. 'Scrambled or sunny side up?' He asks as he cracks an egg into a ceramic bowl and turns the fancy hob on maximum heat. 'How is that even a question? Scrambled, of course?' I scoff. 'How could anyone not like scrambled eggs?' I say and Elliot laughs and nods, 'Scrambled it is.' He starts pottering about the kitchen, whisking eggs and melting butter, when something hits me. 'What time is it?' I ask, looking at my wrist for a watch that isn't there. I swear. I have that impulse, even if I know that there is no watch on my wrist.

'About 12 in the afternoon.' Elliot says, squinting at the digital clock halfway across the room. 'Oh my god. I have to leave! My mom is going to kill me slowly and burn the pieces!' I scream and run towards the sofa where I left my phone and my uncomfortable shoes that I put on to impress Theo. Unfortunately my phone is out of battery so I rush back to the kitchen where Elliot is standing, gobsmacked. 'I know you don't really know me, but please drive me home. My mother is actually going to kill me.' I plead and he nods. 'OK, I will. I just need to ask you one question.' I nod, annoyed. Can he hurry the fuck up please! 'What's the question?'

'Will you be my girlfriend?'

Oh my.