Chapter Two
I tentatively closes the truck door, never removing Quil's face from my sight. As soon as the door clicked, Quil aggressively revved the truck into gear and took off. i latched onto either side of the seat, and looked frantically form the road to Quil. "Quil slow down! What are you doing!?" I screamed at his blank face.
He blinked a few times, his face looking dazed and angry at the same time, and he looked at my scared features for a few seconds before flicking his eyes back to the road and slowing down. I sighed, my grip on the seat loosening. I realised then, that i was shivering badly, i was drenched through. My clothes were soaking with cold rain from staning with Ethan. Quil must have heard my teeth chattering, as he turned his gaze on my, eyes narrowed into slits as he took in my goosebumps. He unbuckled my seatbelt and dragged me across the seat to him. I sat there for a minute, unsure of what was going on with him. But after i breathed in his strong, comforting manly scent, the scent that is just Quil, i couldn't resist snuggling inot him, feeling content.
I heard him breath out deeply throgh his nose, and wrap an arm around my shoulders to bring me even closer. I loved times like these with Quil. But sometimes i think that every time spent with Quil is like this. Everything he does, is perfect to me. It's not like i have things planned out in my head nad he does them, and i find it perfect. It's just anythign at all that he does, is perfect, it's beautiful. He's beautiful.
Oh my goodness, what the hell? Where did that even come from. Ugh.
"Claire... who was that little boy talking to you after school, and, touching you?" Quil asked in a voice that sounded as though he was trying to stay calm. I scrunched up my nose in confusion, why is he mad? Quil chuckled, and reached over with his strong arm to smooth out my features gently. I must have gone cross eyed watching his thumg run along my nose. When he was happy enough with his results, he moved his arm back and concentrated on driving, but not before giving me a meaningul look.
I sighed, looking out at the road ahead. "That's Ethan." A slight tightening of the steering wheel on Quil's behalf. "He asked me out this afternoon." Now the steering wheel leather was squeaking from the way Quil's hands were wringing it.
"MHM" Was all i got in return. I huffed loudly, and Quil copied me. I wanted to know why he dissapproved so much. " Quil what is the problem?" I asked bitchilly.
"The problem is CLAIRE, that he's not right for you. He'll only end up hurting you or using you and you'll end up crying over him. I could hear him this afternoon you know, what a douche! I mean seriously Claire, what are you doing? Him?"
"Excuse me? HE's a nice guy Quil. He likes me okay? Is that so hard for you to comprehend, that someone wants me for me? That maybe someone can make me happy?"
" I can make you ha-!" He stopped short, punching the wheel.
"you can what?" I asked, confused.
"Nothing. Just be careful Claire, please." He said in a soft voice, almost sadly.
I didn't say anyting after that, jsut let the silence hang for the rest of the drive home. I went straight up to shower, while Quil talked to my mum for a while. I was freezing so badly that when the hot water hit my skin it stung. I hissed and groaned, and wrapped a towel loosely around my body as i walked out the ensuite door to my bedroom. I grabbed a lacy bra and panties set, put them on and went in search of pijamas, which i couldn't find. I turned my music on loudly, and kept searching, still shivering and starting to sneeze. "Fuck." The word came from a deep rumbling voice, but was only said soflty, almost dumbly.
I spun around and gasped, Quil was standing in my doorway. We stared at each other for oly a second before he turned around and put his head agaisnt the wall. "Can you please put some clothes on so i can stay for a while." He mumbled against the wall.
"I can't find anything."
He took off his t-shirt and threw it over his shoulder at me.
