Quinn thought she could last through the summer. Without thinking of him, that is. She figured if she could get through, by the time they went their separate ways- her to college, him to LA- she'd be over him completely. That's why she was so bothered when he showed up in her backyard one day.
"What are you doing." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
He said nothing, just smirking in his cocky but charming way, lounging in a lawn chair and dressed just like the last time she'd seen him.
"You need to go," she said shakily, wiping water from the pool out of her face. "I don't want you here anymore. It's over. Done!"
Standing up, he made his way over to the pool, sitting on the side and dangling his feet just over the water. He made like he was going to splash her, then smirked and leaned back, just watching her.
Quinn took a deep breath, trying ignore the thrill that ran through her. She pulled herself up on the deck next to him, and just as she was going to speak, he put a finger on her lips. She looked up at him with wide eyes. "Just kiss me," he said.
"N- no no no, I-I can't do that," she whispered, shaking her head back and forth, but nonetheless leaned in to kiss him softly.
She opened her eyes to see him intense brown eyes looking back. Quinn blinked, wondering what she had gotten herself into, when he spoke again.
"Hey, guess what?" he asked quietly. Breathless, she raised her eyebrow in question. He winked, then pushed her into the pool. "Puck!" she yelled, sputtering through the water. With a grin, she grabbed his hand and pulled him in with her under the water.
Quinn emerged quickly, waiting for a retort she knew was coming, but her quick look around the pool revealed he wasn't there. "Puck?" she asked frantically, whipping her head around. "Wh-where are you?" He wasn't in the water, and lack of wet footprints revealed he hadn't gotten out. It was like he had never been there at all.
That's when she fell back onto the now cold-feeling deck with a heart stopping realization: he hadn't.