"Moms can be more protective than dads."

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"Is your mom at home?", I asked Scott after practice so we could spend some time together. "She works until seven so no. Didn't you want to get to know finally?" "I wanted that, yes. But now with the trial going on I don't think she'll like me that much", I was a bit afraid to get to know her, I wanted her to like me, "Plus, I got you a suspension."

"Babe, again, you didn't get me this suspension. I got it myself. Stop worrying about it, okay", Scott kissed my forehead gently while we were walking out of that shithole. I was really mad at Mr. Porter for not taking us seriously. I got it, we were the „cool" kids, those who seem as if they were so damn happy each day. But exactly the few of us had the same problems as everyone else, if not worse.

"Let's just drive to your place and watch a movie or something. Especially now that I my eyes look like this she shouldn't see me." "Yeah, I'm driving although you behave normal", he wondered. "Because you know how we've done this and I know that I was still at school. Plus, everyone already knows that I was drug addicted so that's my little secret."

"Do I have to worry about you?", Scott looked at me with concern. "Not about that, honestly. About nothing. I'm really fine with you by my side." "Do you want something to drink?" "Whiskey?", I joked so Scott handed me over a glass of water, "Thanks."

He lived in a smaller house with his mom, his dad ran away when he was six years old. His mom raised him on her own, they never heard from his dad again. "What's going on on your mind again?", he smiled walking over to me. "Just thinking about how handsome my boyfriend is. And not forgetting your caring personality which would even make me feel good if everything went down", I bit my lip.

Scott took my face in his hands, immediately pulled me closer so he could kiss me passionately. I responded by also coming nearer - if that was even possible -, my fingers playing with his hair. Scott's hands soon traced down my body to my butt, squeezed it while we had a hot make out session. I wrapped my legs around his waist when he lifted me up to carry us upstairs to his room. Scott knew exactly what I liked and vice versa. Which was just the right way for me to be in a relationship. Sex is nothing to be ashamed of, it makes you feel good and pleasuring you partner just makes you even happier. At least that's what it meant to me and why we didn't care about people watching that video anymore.

"I love you, Scotty", I murmured when he laid back in his bed, his arm around me with a grin on his face knowing that he made sure that both of us had fun. "I love you, too, Els", he watched my neck proudly of the hickeys he had given me, "Je-" "No, you're not mentioning Jeff now. This is about us", I stopped him from talking about him.

I mean, it's over and we laid in bed together. That's not the place I wanted think of my ex-boyfriend or his and Scott's jealousy fight. "I'll cook you something", Scott offered me hearing my stomach growling. "You're a dream that came true", I laughed happily about him being such a gentleman, "I'll help you. I just put some clothes on."

Scott put on his boxers walking downstairs. I slowly stood up looking for my clothes but then decided to wear one of his boxers and a hoodie. It smelled like him. I closed the door behind me and was about to follow him downstairs when I heard the voice of a woman. "Who's car is the bmw? Is Bryce here?"

"Uh, no, mom, Bryce's got a range rover. I drove it here." Oh, great. I wanted to get to know her but not today in a bad mood and not dressed like this. And she saw that I've got a car which possibly makes her think that I'm a spoilt brat. Well, I am somehow.

"Who's here? Scott, I'm not blind. I've seen your friends and their cars and you try to avoid this conversation." "Well, you remember how I told you I've got a girlfriend?" Oh, Scotty. Just five minutes after we've had sex. That's not how I think he should introduce me to her. "It's hers? Scott, all of your friends are wealthier and you found you a girl who's rich, too?", I could hear her shaking her head.

Damn, she was prejudiced now. Because of a stupid material thing such as money. I hated it, I honestly did. "Mom, she's great, I don't care about her money. I would have asked her out if she none at all. You should know me." "Who is she?" "She's here, I'll ask her to come downstairs." Again, damn, Scotty. I rolled my eyes mentally. She couldn't stand me already. So I decided to make the best out of it. If that's possible.

"I'm here", I gave her my hand, "Elizabeth Lennox." Of course, I forgot to change my clothes and stood there with my bare legs, she looked between us, knew what had happened before. I've told her my birth name so she wouldn't think of my dad first. My birth name was Lennox like my uncle's because as you might have noticed, I first got to know my dad a few months ago, when the tapes came out. Since then it's Lennox Specter, but I prefer the first one.

"Wait, I know you, you're Harvey's daughter", she shook my hand, "You look exactly like your mother." Scott's mom looked quite young, I'd say she's only forty years old and super pretty. "Uh, yeah, that's my dad. Do you know him?" "I went to school with him and your mom, they were a lovely couple", she smiled sympathetically, "I'm happy for you two, Scott has liked you for years."

"Mom", Scott groaned rolling his eyes, "I see you get along with each other." "When did it start?", she asked, let Scott leave the stove to cook herself. "He asked me out when I helped him with Spanish." "Spanish, huh?" "Mom, please."

"No need to be embarrassed, I loved it", I grinned kissing his cheek, "I'm going to change and then I'll be back to help you, Mrs. Reed." "Mrs. Reed? How old do I look? Please call me Sarah."