Quil and his Love Bug
So if you read my story My Girl you know that one of the chapters features Nessie comforting Claire after a boy takes advantage of her. Jacob drops her off at Quil's apartment and that's where Claire's part in the story ends. Want to find out what happens? Read on. You don't have to read My Girl for this. It is strictly Claire/Quil...
I reach my shaking hand out to the brass doorknob. I don't think I've ever knocked on the front door to his home. I always just invite myself in. Quil never seems to mind.
My body pushes the door open before my mind allows me to process what I am about to do. "Quil," I call out. No answer. I step into the little entrance hallway and hang my coat up on the coat rack. I call his name again and no answer.
Great, I think to myself, now I can't talk to him and I have to walk home in the rain. I hastily open the door and step out into the hallway regretting my decision immediately. Jason is unlocking his door, but turns when he hears my speedy exit.
"Oh, Hey, Claire," he says eyeing me appreciatively and giving me that weird nod thing guys always do.
Let me explain something about Jason. He's a player. It's as simple as that. He doesn't care who he hits on. Including someone that's four years younger than him. Like say, oh yeah, that's right. Me.
Quil hates him because as Embry so crudely put it, "He's always trying to get into your pants, Claire."
That was the dirtiest look I've ever seen Quil give one of his best friends.
When I didn't say anything he continued, "So where are you going?"
"Home," I stated simply.
"Oh, well what's the rush? Why don't you come in for a little while? My parents aren't home. That means we can do whatever we want."
I was about to turn away and run screaming for Quil, because, let's be honest that was creepy. But Quil beat me to the punch. The door whooshed open and Quil came pounding out. He angled his body so that he was mostly in front of me. He was wearing cut offs only. His short black cropped hair was damp and he was clutching my jacket in his right hand.
"Hey, Jason," Quil said trying to sound friendly but failing miserably. "How're your parents doing?"
Jason's eyes widened but he stood his ground, "They're fine. My Dad works a lot so I don't see him much and my Mom's a wedding planner as you know, so she's always with crazy bridezillas."
Quil finished the conversation saying, "Well have a nice day. Keep yourself out of trouble." He shot him a look as if to say 'Don't give me a reason to kill you.' "Got it?"
"I got it," he said condescendingly. Quil opened the door and ushered me in before him. "Bye, Claire." I didn't even turn around and acknowledge him.
"I swear Claire you will be the death of me."
Now I was on the defense, "Well I came looking for you but you were nowhere to be found."
He gave me a weird look. I was normally a pretty happy girl, but I was on edge and he could tell. "I was in the shower. Chill. But how many times have I told you not to talk to that guy? He's no good."
"Quil please. I wasn't talking to him. He was talking to me." I sat on a stool at the bar and he leaned against the kitchen counter.
"Claire please. You were. I'm so glad you're not interested in boys yet. I might have a heart attack when that time comes." Well then call 911 baby because you're about to go into cardiac arrest. I was starting to feel really guilty. I hadn't wanted to do anything with the guy to begin with. But he started pressuring me. It was subtle, but he kept making little comments about past girls he liked. He kept saying how he only ever liked girls that break rules and don't go the traditional route.
I figured as long as we didn't have sex nothing bad would happen. But when I got home and my mom asked me if I had fun I broke down in tears. Because I didn't. It felt awkward and I could hardly even look at him when he finally broke away. The worst though, was how he ignored me at school the next day. I felt really weird and I wanted to tell him that I Liked him a lot but we went too far and I didn't want to do it again. But when I went up to his lunch table he acted like he didn't even know who I was. I spent the rest of the period locked in a dirty, grafittied bathroom stall. I didn't cry though. My next class was with him and I refused to let him see my red puffy eyes and sore runny nose. I would not give him the satisfaction.
I looked up and Quil was looking at me inquisitively. I realized I had been quiet for a long time, "Don't worry. I would never go in with him." I learned my lesson.
"Just promise me you'll never do anything with a guy you're not ready for. Or with a guy that doesn't treat you right."
"What if I already did something with boy that I wasn't ready for? And what if the boy didn't treat me right?"
"Well it would be the past. You can't change that," he wasn't getting what I was too scared to come right out and say.
"Boy I wish I could though," I whispered.
"Doesn't everybody?" He asked dumbly.
"Quil there's a specific reason I came to see you right now," I said my voice nothing but serious.
"Yeah, I thought you were going to visit Nessie today."
"I did, because I needed some... advice... guidance. Whatever you want to call it. Jake gave me a ride over because I really wanted to see you," I finished. I was struggling to talk because there was a giant lump in my throat.
"Claire please," he repeated my words from earlier; only this time he wasn't mocking me. "You're really scaring me."
"A few days ago I went to a friend's house. This friend was... is a boy." His eyes narrowed. "At first we were just hanging out, but then he started saying things and I was starting to feel pressured. Eventually I just gave in. He kept telling me everything would be okay and that there was no reason to be scared. I figured as long as we didn't go... all the way I would be fine. I wasn't though. I felt used and dirty and it was awkward."
Quil came quietly around and sat down across from me. That was one of one of the things I loved about him. Even though he was upset and angry he still sat quietly and listened to what I had to say. "Then when I went to confront him at school he acted like he never saw me in his life." That elicited a low, throaty growl from Quil which I'm sure he's been holding in since I first started my monologue. I finished and looked up at him tears forming in my eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked, slightly hurt.
"I was so hurt and guilty and ashamed. I didn't want to disappoint you and I didn't want you to fly off the handle," I finally broke down letting the tears fully come through. He scooped me up to his chest and I wrapped my arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder.
"I could never be disappointed in you love bug," he used his special nickname for me that I had been deemed after dressing up as a ladybug one year for Halloween. "I'll just be pissed at that boy. God, growing up sucks." He brought me over to the couch where we stayed quiet for several minutes before I heard his voice break through the gentle lull of the rain hitting the roof. "Claire, don't hate me, but how far did you go with him?"
I knew what he was getting at. He didn't want all the gory details. "I'm still a virgin Quil." He didn't say anything, but I could tell he was smiling. "Can I stay the night here? I don't want to go home I want to stay with you."
"I have patrol tonight, love bug," he whispered.
"I'll stay here until you get home. I need you," I could feel the tears restarting and Quil's resolve breaking.
He sighed, "Okay, but this door is staying locked and do not answer it for anyone except someone from the pack. If Jason comes over here and tries talking to you, tell me and I'll take care of it. Okay, love bug?"
"Okay, Quil."