A/N: New oneshot. I think I promised this a while ago but never got around to writing it. I'm in the library, and I'm really dying of boredom, so here's it is. I realize now that all my stories are a delicate balance of DL and QL. It's kind of onesided. It's based on a song. It's based on "Surrender" by Billy Talent, so listen as you read. Enjoy. I've decided to turn this into a twoshot, possibly. We'll see.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. Nothing at all.
Surrender
One
He sees her.
He sees her, reading an insanely big book, as her brown eyes hidden behind glasses are concentrated and her pale pink, glossed lips in pursed in such deep thought. He takes a picture of it in his mind, among the other pictures of her that he shoves in the back of his mind. It's weird, and almost twisted for him to be so intent on having her.
Then again, not really.
Because he flashes Daddy's cash around, making sure he lets everyone know that he can get what whatever he wants, and won't stop until he has what he's always wanted. And it's been her. He catches her, still reading that book on Quantum something… and smirks to himself. This time, he won't have to fight so hard to bump the boyfriend out of the picture.
He always has the same type of girl, and it makes him go from bored to uninterested to just absolutely frustrated, and even angry.
"I'm just this close to loosing my sweetie!" she exclaims because like the rest of them, they're trapped. He lays on the couch by the wide-paneled windows, and discreetly rolls his eyes. "Just a couple of spicy tuna, and yellowtails, and boom… I'm Mark's ex-girlfriend!"
"It's pretty ironic since you trapped us in here, you freak!" he wants to yell just to shut her up. He wants to yell that because it will give us a strange sense of satisfaction. He'll hurt her again, and cut her deeply the second time…but he will some control over her feelings, and emotions.
And he likes being in control.
Instead of him yelling at her, he finds these words tumbling out of his mouth.
"If you're so freaked about what Mark and this Maria-chick are up to, send someone to spy on 'em…"
She's different.
Unique.
Like anyone he's ever seen before.
But he wonders why it took him so long, he's just starting to realize that he's incredibly slow, but he's caught up to speed now. He's caught up, and knows what's up. And he knows that she still has her boyfriend. She still has her boyfriend, and it angers him to no end. It constantly picks at him while he sleeps, as he sits in class drowning out whatever teacher is there, and even playing basketball. It's some divine taunting, because basketball was their first major encounter, but not their last, he promises.
He does things to irk her because he can. So he cuts in front of her in the coffee line just for a reaction. So, when he wakes up from the nerve pinch, he realizes her hand is incredibly soft and he has to learn how to do that – for undisclosed reasons. But mostly, the softness of her hands stick with him more. His curiousity seems to jump at an all time high, and is intrigued on what would happen if he holds that hand… keeping her all to himself like the selfish bastard he knows he is, but it doesn't affect him or faze him.
Nothing really does, except now, as he watches her slightly chew on her bottom lip in deep concentration, and she twirls the clear blue pen around between her fingers. But it's won who has the advantage – it's his pen that she's twirling around in those soft hands. Broken pen cap, and all. It's his other compulsive habit, but he doesn't seem to mind.
He's surprised at how desperate he's become.
Desperation is foreign to him, and he can't process it because of the other bimboes, and the ones with heads so hollow after his attention, and time. It bores him, because they're all the same. It bores the hell out of him, because he knows what will happen: flirt, she giggles and says the typical, "you're so hot" compliment (as if he didn't already know that), he flirts back again, winks, and gets her number. And then after a date, he'll throw her away like yesterday's news.
Partly because it actually did happen yesterday, and he never keeps anything too long.
Until now.
It's all a game to him. He plays because it's the only thing he can do without literally driving himself with thoughts of what she'll come up with next. He never seems to know and that sucks. Those girls are merely pawns in his little quest to really get what he wants.
Every touch, every smile, every frown…
Everything he does has a motive.
He knows why he sides with her on the matter of a radio he could care less about. Ten thousand dollars is nothing but pocket change, but he sides with her just to be within a certain distance of him. High-fiving her in victory and then hugging her is bittersweet – that short moment of warmth is gone. He finds it strange since he is a born Californian. He's damn smart and knows very well that he's screwing with her.
But he's always liked being in control of things, and thinks Henry VIII is a hero (any man that can have rapid successive wives, and then decapitate them all is…not that he would pull something like that. He has limits). He knows that he's messing with her emotions, her thoughts, her feelings, and he enjoys it.
He notices how pink her cheeks get when they lock eyes for a split second in the middle of chemistry – screw notes, his photographic memory hasn't failed him yet, and is thankful because he can remember every detail – her curious brown eyes always searching for more knowledge right down to the freckle situated on the top corner of her top lip.
Her boyfriend can't do that, now can he?
He gets a high from being on top, and will no one stop him.
Not the blonde saint that wishes goodwill and peace unto men yada, yada, yada. And scolds him on the side.
Or his own mother.
Still, he watches her.
And will keep his dirty little secret to himself. He'll keep it, and indulge in the pleasure he feels no guilt about. He feels no guilt, and is determined to get those loving gazes, and kisses all to himself. He has a lot of pretty things, but none of them like her.
Determination will be his motivation.
Determination is his motivation.
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds…
He knows she's crumbling, and he'll be there to catch her mere seconds before she hits her rock bottom. Hiding behind her large book of some sort of science he doesn't care for, he knows.
It only takes time before Quinn Pensky can surrender to Logan Reese…
A/N: I actually ship both, so I like this. Please review. As I mentioned before, it only takes a couple seconds to type a simple review – good or bad. I'll take it gracefully. While I post this, I'm currently a quarter done the next chapter of Behind Green Eyes, and I'm working on my DL two-shot…the second and last part. So, check that out. It's called Anger Management. I just updated Brothers too, so review that too if you haven't.
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-Erika
PS. This will be a twoshot.