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Ch. 4

It started pouring again. Rachel quickly got in the car and used her right sleeve to wipe the rain out of her face. Fifteen minutes passed, and she was still trying to come up with possible solutions.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice the approaching tow truck.

"So you're still here, huh?" Quinn said after turning off the engine.

When Rachel turned her attention to the tow truck, she was surprised to see Quinn.

"Why do you care? I'm sure you get some sick satisfaction from my suffering." she said raising one of her brows, hating the amused look on Quinn's face.

Quinn got out of the truck and walked towards Rachel. "I thought you wanted to get your dad's car fixed? Then what are you doing just sitting around?"

"What I decide to do is none of you business," Rachel snapped. "And what possessed you to come back? Did you just come back to mock me again?"

Quinn placed her right arm to her waist. "Do you want me to help you out or not?" She said while walking to the front of the car, forcing the stop sign post out of the bumper.

"Help me out here."

Rachel quickly got out of the car and ran towards Quinn. She had to take advantage of Quinn's sudden change of heart. She got behind the filthy girl, not caring if their wet bodies touch.

"Wait, let's pull it on the count of three," Quinn said

When Quinn held the post, Rachel felt the other girl's elbow slightly brushed against the side of her breast. She felt an odd tingle inside of her, causing her to suddenly gasp.

Despite Quinn's appearance, Rachel couldn't smell the grease from her body. In fact, she could only smell a very fresh… clean… or cozy scent. And it was quite addictive.

When Quinn's arm brushed against her again, she couldn't help but realize that she was very much enjoying their close proximity and distancing herself was the last thing she wanted to do. And she couldn't help but notice that Quinn was in great shape and how amazing it looked.

What's happening to me? She didn't understand this sudden rush of emotions. She wasn't sure if she was feeling butterflies in her stomach or just nerves from today's events. All she knew was - she was trembling and her whole body seemed to be tingling.

"Ready?" Quinn asked. "One, two, three – pull!" But Rachel just stood there. Her knees were melting. And she coudln't seem to focus on anything but on the porcelain arm that was brushing against her… the body heat that seemed to seep through her. And the Brunette felt like fire was being ignited inside her body.

"Hey! What's wrong with you?"Quinn sneered. "Do you intend to help or just stand there and look pretty?"

"Wwhaatt?" she said absentmindedly, still pondering where the foreign emotions spreading through her were coming from.

Quinn just stared at her for a few seconds. Shaking her head, she lets go of the post.

"I can't do this with you. I thought it would be easier if we just pulled it together." Quinn said in a voice laced with mild sarcasm. "I guess I have to use the chain block and boom."

She returned to her truck and started the ignition. Backed it up so it's in front of the car and lowered the chain.

"HEY! Your highness, don't just stand there!" "Back up the car while I slowly pull on the post, okay?"

Rachel nodded absentmindedly. She was so mad at herself for letting Quinn talk to her like this. If the circumstances were different she would have never allowed her to be so condescending. But she was at her mercy at this moment.

She hastily walked to the Lexus, got in, and started the ignition. "Just let me know when to start backing up…"

Quinn fixed the chain, securing it. "Alright, pull back." After backing up for a little while, the post was finally out of the bumper.

Rachel was finally able to breathe a little easier. She rested her head on the head rest. Took a deep breath and closed her eyes at the same time. When she finally opened her eyes, Quinn was sitting right next to her.

She was watching her. She wasn't sure why or what those captivating orbs were trying to convey. Was it admiration? Or was it something else…

"W-why are you… looking at me like that?" Rachel asked, feeling slightly insecure of her current appearance. She was soaking wet… her clothes were muddy… her wet hair was plastered on her face. She was a mess and wasn't a sight to behold.

"It's just that…, this is the first time I've ever seen you look so unglamorous, lovely princess." Quinn said in a huskier voice, a smile of awe on her lips. Before Rachel could do anything, Quinn gently and briefly caressed her right cheek. "God, you are beautiful. Rain and mud cannot ruin your beauty…"

Rachel was stunned. Her eyes were moving side to side, not knowing where to focus them. She was used to people complementing her looks, but she had never felt that kind of flattery from anyone. Why now all of a sudden? And why from Quinn?

Why did her heart feel like it was about to explode from joy? Like it was the first compliment she had ever heard. And when Quinn touched her cheek, it was so tender that she almost didn't feel it. And yet, it sent shivers down her spine.

Rachel cleared her throat and adjusted herself. "T – thank you…"

"For the compliment or for getting the post out?" Quinn teased.

Rachel didn't answer. She was suddenly back to being annoyed with the mechanic again. She's teasing me again.

"How did you manage to get on the gutter and hit and stop sign post?" Quinn asked with a sigh, glancing back the post.

"Weren't you the one who said it? I apparently can't drive?" the smaller girl snapped. But then she decided to change her tone. Quinn came back to help her… that should mean something? Maybe, there was still a chance at fixing her dad's car before Tuesday.

"So…, looking at Quinn. Does this mean you'll fix the car before my dads get home?"

"I could bring the car to the shop and have the body frame examined. Quinn answered directly. And I could also get it realigned if it's out of alignment…"

"What about the windshield?"

"Perhaps I could do something about that…" It's not just perhaps; Quinn would definitely do it if Rachel accepted her offer.

"Really?" Rachel knew she sounded desperate, but those were her feelings, so she couldn't really help it. And Quinn seemed to have a heart.

"Does it really have to be fixed right away?" Quinn said calculatingly before presenting the agreement. She really wanted to help Rachel, and she didn't want the other girl to think it was the only reason why she wanted to help her. But desperate times, called for desperate measures.

"Please, Quinn…, can you please work the extra hours for me? I'm not sure what my dads will do when they find the car like this. They are never going to trust me again." This was one of her deals with her fathers for allowing her stay home alone. No parties and no driving.

"And my Dad loves this car… it's his prized possession. I really messed up. Rachel said in a shaky voice, slowly losing control of the tears that were threatening to spill.

"I can work the extra hours, just for you, sweetheart," Quinn said thoughtfully. She knew Rachel was in the brink of a complete breakdown. And teasing her at this moment would not help the situation.

"But…?" Rachel braced herself. Fully aware that Quinn will have some conditions.

"It depends…"

"Depends on what?" Here it comes…

"Depends on you…"

"And what does that suppose to mean?"

"Actually, Rachel, I also have a problem. And I came back because I was truly hoping that you would help me. I mean, I would help you with your problem… and you would help me with mine. It's a trade off actually," Quinn explained.

Rachel's heart started pounding. What could Quinn possibly want from her?

"Problem? About what? Is it your grades…? Do you need someone to tutor you? I mean I could try, but I'm only a sophomore and I highly doubt I know anything you're studying. But I could still try and help you. I'm a very organized person, I color code all of my notes, and I'm very good at making flashcards" Rachel rambled, really hoping that this is the problem Quinn was talking about.

"I don't have problems with my grades, sweetheart. Remember I'm brilliant? I could easily get into any college I want to," Quinn answered playfully. "I need something, and you need something. And I thought it's the perfect win-win situation, but only if you agree."

"I'll do it… I'll do anything," she answered hastily. Then she paused for a second, thinking about what she could be agreeing to. "What I meant is… I'll do anything, but it cannot involve anything illegal… no drugs… no killing… no gang related activities… no pornography… no…"

"Relax! God, you're such a drama queen. I assure you it's nothing of that sort," Quinn said reassuringly.

"Then what! Just please tell me!"

"Okay, here's the deal. I will work all the extra hours needed to make sure your that your dad's car is back to its pristine condition by Monday if… if you pretend to be my girlfriend for at least a day."

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