Chapter 1 - Quin
AN: Hey guys! This is my first ever fanfic, and I'm really excited about it. I would like to dedicate it to wishican97 (They inspired me to finally post this on here, and I'm kind of their NUMBER ONE FAN!) So, yeah... But anyways, please read and review, let me know what you think. Constructive criticism only pretty please!
I got my Spanish from my best friend, so it should be pretty reliable, but let me know. Her Spanish may be from a different region also, so just warning those it might offend.
I will definitely be posting more fanfic's, but I've recently had a little mishap with my USB and computer and have completely lost some files (one of them being my Percy Jackson fanfic). Let this be a lesson to anyone it may concern, save your files in multiple places and NEVER on just a USB thumb drive, for they break fairly easily.
Also, I will not just be doing fanfic's for Perfect Chemistry... Oh! That leads me nicely into the Disclaimer.
DISCLAIMER: I do not, nor ever will, own Perfect Chemistry by Simone Elkeles. She is the original author, this is just a fan-based fiction.
I will be shifting POV in this fanfic, so be prepared.
Quin POV:
I wake up to my annoying alarm clock and my adorable puppy, Marley, licking my face to get me to turn the noise off. I smack it off my nightstand and groan. Rolling to the floor and taking my sheets and very confused puppy with me, I land on my hands and knees and finally punch my snooze button. The little bump in my comforter crawls around looking for an exit from her predicament. I laugh and uncover her fluffy little head. She licks my nose when I pick her up and cradle her little miniature dachshund body in my arms. She's a long-haired dachshund and most of the time it's a pain in the butt cleaning up after her few times of shedding, but times like these when her fur is full of static electricity is when I remember why I think she's so cute. I named her Marley due to my love of Bob Marley.
The clock, now quietly resting on the floor in front of me, reads five in the morning. I let Marley down and untangle myself from the horde of blankets. Thirty minutes later, I'm showered with my hair blow dried and pulling on my hole-ridden, black skinny jeans. I yank a bright aqua camisole over my head, and then drop a loose, see-through, beige over shirt onto my shoulders. I walk over to my vanity/desk combination and sit on the chair in front of it. Scanning my plethora of jewelry, I decide to put in large pearl earrings in my first set of holes and smaller pearls in my second set. Then, taking one of my pearl-colored rose earrings, I stick it into my cartilage piercing. I fill my industrial piercing on my other ear with an aqua colored bar that matches my camisole. I peruse my nose studs and decide upon a small aqua colored diamond. I look up into my vanity mirror making sure I didn't forget anything and smile at the result. When I'm heading back to my bathroom, I realize my little shadow is following me. I smile down at my puppy and she yips. I lather my face in a concealer that isn't harsh for my pale skin, and torture my hair some more with a straightening iron. I outline my eyes in a ring of black eyeliner, shade my eyes in an aqua eye shadow with a smoky eye effect, and paint my eye lashes with dark mascara. Deciding to be bold for my first day of school, I take out my vibrant red lipstick. I check myself out in my bathroom mirror and head back to my room for some shoes.
"Black vans should do the trick," I mutter to myself and slide them on.
It is five minutes to six now, so I head down the hall of my… house? No, more like mansion. I reach the room with the beeping, wires, and blinking lights. Opening the medicine cabinet, I pull out five bottles and grab a glass of water.
"Good morning papa, time to wake up," I coo softly and nudge my dad's shoulder.
He stirs slightly and we go through the daily drill. When I'm in school, his nurse takes care of him, but I wanted to be able to help out in the mornings. I give him a kiss on the forehead and trudge to my kitchen. I have a bowl of Rice Crispies and look at the clock on the stove. It takes me ten minutes to drive to school from my house, not including traffic. I put my dishes in the dishwasher and grab my keys from the hook. I pack my bag and sling it over my shoulder before heading out to my fully restored, baby blue, 1970 Shelby Mustang. My parents bought it for me for my sixteenth birthday. Since they could, they liked to shower me with gifts. My parents made some smart investments throughout their years, involving the Latino Blood most of the time, but they also made an honest living together. I followed their path by working at the local coffee shop, but also working on the side with the LB selling drugs. They respect my family name and don't pressure me to do more than I am comfortable doing. So, I only sell some marijuana to reliable customers. I wasn't even jumped in because I didn't want to be a part of the LB, just a distributor. My mom was a part of the LB when she was alive… a full-blooded Mexican beauty. She was gorgeous. I, on the other hand, look more like my gringo father: Strawberry blonde hair and pale skin. But I do have her honey-colored eyes and strong features and, thankfully, her skinny body. Instead of going to school right away since it's only six forty-five and school starts at seven thirty, I head to the warehouse to pick up my daily merchandise. I walk in and the little chattering that was happening, stopped. I am sort of famous among the LB, but sometimes I didn't understand teenage boys, I'm not attractive, not like my mom was. Sometimes, I wish I looked more like her, but other times, I don't mind looking like my papa. Most of my friends are full Mexican though, so I usually look and feel out of place. They never try to make me feel that way, but it always happens anyway.
I knock on the big wooden door on the second level of the warehouse. Maurice answers and ushers me inside. I sit across from Javier Castillo, the newest boss of the LB in the Chicago branch.
"How's my friend William doing, Miss Hunt?" Castillo asks.
"He was looking good today, sir, I feel he is making a break through," I answer and knock on his wooden desk three times so I don't jinx it.
Castillo smiles, "Are you sure this is all you ever want to do for the LB? We could make you officially a part of our happy family."
"I'm sure, sir, for you know my theory about the LB. One day, it'll break down again, or get caught and thwarted, and I would rather not have my name in the mix, officially," I repeat once again for Castillo.
"But I do not have to worry about you being the cause of this, do I, Miss Hunt?" he asks for the thousandth time.
"I am not loca, sir, I know my place in this, and it is not included in your downfall."
"Good, Maurice, get nuestro ángel pequeña what she came here for," he orders Moe.
I watch him walk over to the locked supply cabinet and get a dozen small baggies filled with marijuana out of a box marked Hunt. I didn't really like the fact they had my last name on a box in their warehouse, but I just took the merchandise, put it in the secret compartment of my bag, and left. I got to school still slightly early. I looked at my car as I got out of it and made the decision to get it washed after school.
School flew by, and I got all really good teachers and classes. Well, as well as you can get at Fairfield High. I had some with my best friends, Kimberly and Paola. I even had one with the guy I kind of had a thing with, Vinny. He's a tall, dark, and handsome Italian boy. We flirt and talk a lot, but he still hasn't made his move. It's kind of disappointing considering we've already kissed, but I'm willing to wait for this hunk of a guy. I'm not a virgin anymore thanks to some jerk who used me over one summer at camp, but I don't think Vinny is either, so once we get together, it could be pretty fulfilling.
Thoughts of Vinny fill my head as I take Kim and Pao home. I say hello to each of their parents and then my phone dings as I'm walking out of Pao's house.
First sale, Rodriguez, same place as last week, TEN MINUTES.
The message from Castillo fills my screen and I jump in my car and speed off to the parking lot near the grocery store in town. I make the sale and realize there's a car wash right near here, so I take advantage of the opportunity. As I'm waiting in the long line of cars to go through the purplish-grey, smooth stone building, I see a couple boys from my grade, including Vinny. When I get closer, I get out of my car and decide to distract him from his work for a little. The boy that moves my car into position for the wash cycle is in my Chemistry class, I think his name is Luca. Mrs. Peterson sat him next to me since we have to sit in alphabetical order. I nod at him and he does so back. I turn my attention to Vinny. I put my hand on his shoulder and lean close to him, basically throwing myself at him. I have no shame when it comes to wanting this boy. He flirts back just as heavily, and all too soon, my car is coming out of the cycle and starts getting dried off. I tell Vinny to call me and come over later. Luca and another boy that graduated from Fairfield last year, Paco, is drying my baby off. I think Paco is actually Luca's older brother. They look alike, but Paco looks more intrinsically Hispanic. Luca definitely has some traces of gringo in him. Luca is cute in that way that makes you want to smile, but he's nothing like Vinny, or even Paco, who have more of a manly vibe to them. My phone dings again. I quickly pay for the wash, say thanks to Luca, and head to my next sale.