He's practically chasing her down the halls, but she has an advantage over him.
People part like the Red Sea for her still. He's stopped every couple of feet by a Cheerio or another trying to get in his pants for the day.
"Quinn, wait!" he calls out to her.
She comes to a halt at her locker, opening it with a slam. That damn book he gave her last week greeted her, so she grabbed it and threw it at him in anger.
"Don't talk to me. Not now, not ever," she says through gritted teeth.
She drops her books off in her locker and makes her way to the choir room, deciding to be early rather than late. It's empty in there, to her fortune.
"Please! It didn't mean anything! Nothing whatsoever!" he tries to explain himself, walking right behind her. He's got the book in his hands.
"It never does with you, does it?" she snaps at him, lingering by the piano.
"Quinn, I...I didn't mean to!"
She shakes her head, blinking back tears. "You planned this all along, didn't you? Figured you'd screw me over so you could have her all to yourself."
"No!" He's quick to shake his head, reaching out for her and holding her in place. "I'm doing this for us. Trust me. I am."
"I just..." She lets out a shaky breath. "I need her, okay? No one's going to love me like she can."
"Will you let me try?"
She looks into his eyes and sees the sincerity that's been there all along. Soon enough, she's walking over to her seat with him, letting him lean against her as she opens her book and the other club members are filing into the room.
"What are we reading today?" he asks her, not really paying attention yet providing her with company.
"Brave New World," she whispers.
"I like the sound of that," he admits.
"I do too."
So they spent the rest if their time like that: reading a book with a title that described them all too well. The insides weren't all that bad, either.