Quinn sat at her desk, quietly studying for her exam tomorrow. She had been staring at the same two pages for a bout half an hour now. She couldn't help it. Her mind was somewhere else, but she wasn't sure where. All she knew was that she would rather be anywhere than here. Suddenly, her phone started buzzing next to her. She checked the caller ID. It was Finn. She ignored it immediately. Then, barely even a minute later, another call. Ignored. Finally, on the third call, she flipped open her phone.
"Finn, I don't want to talk to you. Now stop calling me." she snapped. Then, just as she was about to hang up, Finn blurted, "Wait—wait, Quinn. It's about Puck." "Why on Earth do you want to talk to me about Puck?" "He's been in an accident, Quinn. He's in the hospital. I'm heading over there right now." Quinn didn't really have any words. She was in shock. "Um—um, okay. I'll be there. Thanks." she said quietly, almost whispering. Then, she hung up her phone. When she said she would rather be anywhere than where she was, this wasn't what she was thinking.
