Covered (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 11

Quensilla's POV

So. Much. Chocolate.

Everywhere.

On the floor, in the plants, on the beds, stuck to the doors.

Oh my goodness.

"What is it?" Theodore's frame makes its way outside, probably alerted by my screaming.

I pick the red paper up and of course its from Peter.

Who else?

If you don't like chocolate, use the number and I'll get you some thing else ;) ~Mr. Petroverse.

"Its probably some cheap French choco— $50 dollars for one bar?!" Theodore basically shrieks and I chuckle picking up all the pieces.

I had chocolate for days.

Literally.

"I mean I can afford that but jeez, for a stranger?"

"I think I should call him." I state going in.

"For what?" His voice is fast and hard and I raise an eyebrow as he dumps the rest of the chocolate in the trash. "Oops that wasn't the counter."

I roll my eyes, "to thank him, duh."

"Don't you think its creepy? How'd he even find your phone number? Or address?" Theodore tilts his head and I bite my lip.

That's true.

"Kind of. . I'm sure he has some kind of non weird, reasonable explanation, I just think its kind of sweet."

"He's trying to give you diabetes! How is that sweet?" Theodore says following me to my room.

"Goodnight Theodore."

"What if they're poi—" Closing the door, I just shake my head amused, sitting on the bed and dialing the number that texyed me.

"I see you got my gift." A soft voice, almost sleepy rings through the phone, his French accent still heavy.

"Did I wake you?" I whisper.

Why am I whispering?

"No, no, well yes. But I don't mind if its from a certain young lady I met earlier today."

"Mhm, and how many women have you told the exact line."

"One. Honestly and it didn't end so well."

"Really?" I raise an eyebrow. "How so?"

"She ate all the chocolate, and rejected me the next day."

"Damn."

"So I never tried that again, until now. So tell me, did it work?" He sounded almost. . hopeful and I smile, even if he couldn't see me.

"Maybe. ."

"Maybe?"

"Okay, okay fine. They're great. . and sweet." I hear his chuckle from the other side and its raspy.

"I'm glad you like it."

"Yea. . thanks. How'd you get my number? And my. . address."

"I . . searched you up." He sighs and I gasp. "I'm sorry if I sound like some creepy stalker guy, but I just had to. I promise that any more information I get will come from your pretty lips."

I giggle slightly and I found myself twirling my hair.

Stopping I immediately scold myself for acting like a giddy school girl.