Beau

but colette?

                                                                            Beau's POV

So, I can say that today has been memorable of some sorts. The rude boy cut me off in the parking lot which made Professor     flip me off. I like him more and more everyday. I think I got somewhere today. Not that freaking out on a random boy is making progress, but at least I showed some emotion. I have been bottling so much of it up, it's like she never existed. The sad thing is, I wish that sometimes. I know it's terrible, but if I never had this gift of a relationship with my mother, I wouldn't have to deal with the falling out of her death.  She will always be so much to me, yet, I feel as if I am betraying her if I don't cry. So,really it's this constant back and forth between myself. 

I stop by McDonald's on the way home grabbing a two double cheeseburger meal with a large sweet tea. 

I quickly stop by the bookstore to drop off my mother's book. It was extraordinary and perplexing. The love they shared between one another was so deeply messed up. It was the love my mom  always talked about. She used to braid my hair while the sun would set through out bay windows.She would tell me the love my dad and her created was terrible but addicting. My dad never had a name, at least my mom never told me. She would call him Cloud, because she got so high off him. He died when she was pregnant with me, and my mom dedicated her life to raising me.She was never with anyone after "Cloud" passed away. I don't know how he died, but I know it was bad enough that every time I asked, I had to wipe the tears from her face and make tea. 

"Evening, sweetheart!" Mr. Darcy smiles, walking over to my seat, pulling it out. 

I hug him quickly, pecking his stubble cheek. "Thank you, but I am not staying. Just dropping this off," I extend my hand, pushing the book into his hand. As soon as the book lands in his palm, it's snatched away. I look up, and Mr. Rude is balancing the book in his hand. 

"What did you think? Colette was the most naive character, al-" he blabbers, and I am taken back about his knowledge.  

I grin and take my turn at this rude thing. I push my pointer finger in the air to silence him. It doesn't work, so I cut him off, "I think you mean is. Literature never dies."

He pushes his shoulders back and stands taller. "Except this one should! I mean, Colette had no sense of humor when it came to James. He couldn't say a sentence without her freaking out. James had dynamic to him. He carried her, and she never thanked him for it. She used him like he was some toy, you don't do that!" He's shouting, but has this big smile on, as if he's going to win this argument. 

"That might be true, but Colette was more than James could take on. She carried James. She made sure when he came home every night there was dinner on the table and a clean house. Which, is totally sexist, and I completely disagree with, but you get the picture," I smirk and tilt my head to the side.

"Actually, no I don't get the picture. She made dinner and cleaned, which is not sexist. It's what a woman should do. I know damn well after a long fucking day, I don't want to cook or clean. So, don't tell me it's sexist. It's the way God planned," he raises his dark eyebrows and sits in the chair Mr. Powell had pulled out for me. I see he is long gone by now. 

I can't help but laugh at his comment. "Yeah, and I don't think God planned for you to turn out the way you did. "Let's just throw some fucking asshole, tattoos, piercings, and a splash of extra fucking asshole"," I mock and continue my badgering, "You know, guys are usually bigger dicks when their dicks are smaller!" I sneer. 

He stands up, and I notice how tall he really is. "I will have you know," he grabs the crotch of his too tight black skinny jeans,"It's not small at all. I know that for sure, because I have half the girls on campus screaming my name every night."

"Okay! That's enough you two. Harry, please be here tomorrow night at seven!" Mr. Darcy places his hands on our backs shoving us out the door. 

I halt in my tracks when the door shots behind us. "Wait, how do you know Mr. Darcy?" I ask, slightly curious. 

Harry snorts making me cringe. "Trust me, I don't want to. He didn't pull out twenty years ago when he was banging my mom, so I am stuck with him"

"Gross!" I groan and head towards my apartment. 

"So, did that tampon come in handy?" Harry asks in a weird tone, wiggling his eyebrows as he runs up next to me. 

"Actually, I didn't need it. I was fucking the guy in the third row of our class, so I didn't need to plug."

"That's disgusting. Didn't see you as the fucking type, Miller. I thought you were this priss who wouldn't touch anything."

"Nothing of yours. And, I am kidding, about plug thing. I am not on my period, But, I did have sex with him, God was he terrible," For some reason I continue to share too personal information with this guy. 

"Yeah, he's fucking terrible in bed!" Harry agrees and I punch his arm hard. 

"Funny, but I know you're not gay."

"How is that, Miller?"

"Don't use my last name, buddy. And, your hand was up Rachel's skirt yesterday. I didn't know it was you until just now. You have that lock and key," I point to them, brushing my hand against his by accident. He jerks his hand away and stuffs it deep into his pockets. I am surprised his big hands can fit into those jeans. 

"Oops. She came pretty fast," he gushes, expecting to get some congratulations. 

"You're repulsive!" I spew, slapping his arm again. 

"Why, thank you! There's this party on Fifth, pretty low key. Do you want to come?" Harry asks and balances himself against the light pole. 

"Sure, but if you think you're ever getting in my pants, you're delusional."

"I would never!" he slaps his cheeks, mocking a girly voice. 

"Good, I am ready to get drunk!" I shout and turn on Fifth street. I already see the strobes through the windows. If Harry thinks this is low key, I want to know what he thinks high key is. "Let the night begin."

A/N:  I had finals the last two weeks, and that is why there has been a lack of updates. I am on break now, so you can expect one or two more updated this month. Christmas is officially two days away! It's 12:17! Okay, I just want to address that, no, Beau is not a virgin. She's not going to be a virgin Mary, or study 24/7. THAT'S NOT HER CHARACTER!!!She parties and hangs with the wrong crowd sometimes. So, if you don't like that, then too bad! Thank you guys for continuing to read this book! Much Love!