The spicy smell of Mr. Meyer's cologne made Quinn Rayne's head pound. And the more her math teacher blabbed on about radicals and what not the worse her headache became. Quinn closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose until Mr. Meyer finally changed the subject to talk about something the seventh-grader girls at Washington Prep School actually paid attention to.
"Remember that your forms for the field trip to Forks Forest are due Thursday." Mr. Meyer rolled up his white sleeves on his button down (so last year) and revealed his muscular, too-tanned-for-January forearms.
Everyone whooped and yay-ed.
"I am just as joyous as you are! We finally get a chance to experience some real nature!" Mr. Meyer's baby blue eyes sparkled with pride.
Quinn rolled her eyes. Everyone knew that this trip wasn't about spending three days learning about topography and survival skills. It was about spending three days with the Seattle Boys. No school, no homework, and no parents.
Anything could happen.
Quinn found it difficult to stay clam, but her inner alpha urged her to. Just thinking about spending three days with her oh so popular BF was irresistible.
As Mr. Meyer started talking about radicals again, Quinn rolled her green- yellow cat eyes, pulled her iphone out of her black Prada purse and started a list about her ah-dorable BF, Josh Tyler, who was also quarter back of the Seattle Prep football team.
Five things about my CrushThat makes it im-possible to learn:
The fact that he texted me 3 minutes ago saying I was the most prettiest girl at WPS. (Take that Meghan Holtz!)
Whenever he makes a touchdown, he wiggles his butt. (so hawt)
His ah-dorable shaggy brown hair. LOVE, LOVE, LO-VE it when it falls into his baby blues.
We are going to be spending three days and two nights at Forks, and I am possibly going to lose my lip virginity to him. OMG!
As soon as Quinn hit save, the bell rang. She got up to join the GASP's (Girly Ah-dorable Smart People).
"Ugh, don't you just hate when he talks too much?" asked Heidi Green, her long, wavy auburn hair cascading down her back.
"Um, no! It was a perfect time to making a packing list. Im on page two now." Jordin Lyn's newly waxed eyebrows pulled together and her eyes read "DUH".
"How about you Quinn? Where you paying attention?" Meghan Holtz questioned, her foreign beauty making everyone in the hallway stare.
"The opposite of yes." Quinn answered with an eye-roll.
They all giggled into their palm as they walked to the main exit of WPS.
The minute the cold September air hit their calves, the GASP's scanned for Marco, Quinn's driver. As soon as the Hummer Stretch pulled up to the school, the girls rushed over. Marco unlocked the doors and the girls poured in.
"How was school, girls?" Marco asked.
"Good Marco. Could you drop us off at the mall? We need to do some may-jor shopping for the trip!" Quinn said.
"Of course Ms. Rayne."
The stretch accelerated and they were off.
Chapter 2:
Quinn flopped onto her wrinkle-free-until-now sapphire comforter. She picked up her iphone and texted Josh.
Quinn: Hey hey. How was practice??
Josh: Boring without u der cheering =]
Aww! He was so sweet! But Quinn had better things to do than text-drool over her BF.
She clambered out of the comforter-quick-sand and made her way over to her MacBook Air. Quinn's screensaver of her and Josh at last year's beach bash hummed to life.
*PLING* An IM from Meghan pling-ed in the right corner.
FRENCH_PRINCESS21: heyy girl! Omg do you have the packing list 4 forks? I so need it!
QUINNLICIOUS: def! Here it is:
ACCEPTABLE CLOTHES FOR FORKS:
DAYTIME:
-Anything Hollister, Abercrombie, Polo, or Channel. Bring layers, as it will be cold. Brrr =]
-Hermes scarves
-True Religion Jeans, Burberry trench's
NIGHTTIME:
Juicy sweats, UGGS, anything frilly.
Victoria Secrets underwear and bra's
HAIR/ MAKEUP:
-Hair straigtner, hairspray, headbands, clips, moose, curler, hair dryer
Eyeliner, eye shadow, lash curler, mascara, blush, GLOSS!
Toothbrush, crest toothpaste
QUINNLICIOUS: Anything else?
FRENCH_PRINCESS21: Nope, sounds good!! :) Text ya laytah!
FRENCH_PRINCESS21 has signed off
Quinn logged off her laptop, scooped up her kitten Bubbles, and strode to her bathroom. That's where she cleared her head best.
She plopped down in her too-large-for-one-person bathtub and stroked Bubbles. Not only does Quinn have to worry about what to pack, she also has to fret about her and Josh. Sure, she liked him a lot. A lot, a lot, a lot! But was she ready to loose her lip virginity to him? It seemed like everyone at WPS had kissed a boy, and Quinn hated the idea that she was singled out in that category. As an alpha, she needed to be experienced in ALL categories, right? In those few minutes she spent in her lavish tub, Quinn had made up her mind. She was after two things in Forks: having fun with her girls, and Josh Tyler's lips.
Chapter 3:
"Okay, Meghan. Would you rather go five days without food or five days without your LG Dare?" Heidi, Jordin, and Meghan were sprawled out in Quinn's room, playing an intense game of Would You Rather while Quinn packed.
"Duh! Five days without food! I mean, I can only go so long without texting!" Meghan cried.
"Guys! Can you please stop! I'm trying to pick out the perfect outfits for Forks, and I cannot concentrate with all your jabbering!!" Quinn practically yelled.
"Sorry…" they muttered/ giggled.
"Sheesh Quinn, what's up with you? You seem really anxious." Heidi questioned.
"Ugh. I really don't know you guys. I mean," Quinn walked over to her bed and collapsed into her sea of pillows. "The whole kissing Josh thing is getting to my head."
The girls were surprised to see their alpha in such a denounced state, but rushed over to comfort her.
"Quinn. Listen to me. What is going through your head?" Meghan's eyebrows pulled together and a little dent formed in between them.
"Like, okay, you cannot tell this to anybody. Cross your Gucci and hope to die?" Quinn said.
"Duh, but fine." Jordin crossed her heart and held her pinky out for Quinn to interlock. Heidi went next, Meghan following.
Quinn took a deep breath and let it out yoga-esque. "Ok, I haven't kissed a boy. Ever. Except for when Luke Hernandez kissed me in the third grade, but still. And I'm really nervous about it." She released the weight that had been sheltering on her shoulders for the past hour and a half.
All the girls could do was look at her and feel pity. Everyone had been kissed by their BF's, and Quinn should have too.