Hey everyone, I just wanted to apologize for not getting this out sooner, however I am posting two chapters, one after the other for your wait, I actually was typing and finished the chapter I was going to publish but realized that it was best for the chapter after this current one (I know, confusing) so it took me a little longer to get this one published along with my new job basically killing me and my muse. Thank you for your patience and support.
-Eros
Quinn and Jefferson exchanged text messages often after their first real sexual encounter and they figured out a schedule that wouldn't be noticed by staff. Jefferson would take Quinn to the villa on the weekends and return her on Sunday evening for school the next morning as long as her grades didn't start slipping, though Quinn had no plans in the first place to let that happen, she knew school was always the top priority. However, Quinn often caught herself thinking about her lover more often then not while she was studying, and his flirtatious messages didn't help.
What're you wearing?
Quinn rolled her eyes and snickered as she read his text message.
None of your damn beeswax.
Oh? Do I have to remind you who you're talking to?
Perhaps you do...
You're ass is grass next time I see you, Ms. Harlock.
Oh look at me tremble.
Smartass.
Quinn suppressed a small laugh, she was so happy that they could be so jokingly and casual while still being flirtatious and romantic.
Shouldn't you be grading papers?
Shouldn't you be telling me what you're wearing?
Touche. Right now, I'm wearing a tank top and sweat pants, not really sexy but I'm lounging.
Sounds cute enough. You still sore?
To your satisfaction, I am. I've had two people ask why I'm limping. You must be so proud of yourself.
Oh, trust me. I am. I didn't interrupting anything did I?
Not really. I'm just brushing up on science crap.
I can leave you be if you're studying.
Nah, I need a distraction right now.
Oh? It's times like this that I wish you had your own place... Or could leave campus without being noticed, I'd be there so damn fast.
Lol, I know you would.
Conversations like that were common and it never ceased to make Quinn smile. They had been seeing each other for about two months now and recently, Jefferson had given her the ride of her life and left her almost bedridden for the weekend, but she was happy with her new lover and had almost completely forgot about James.
James... The thought of him made her stomach churn. Quinn still cared very deeply about him but never before had she felt so... Stimulated, so happy. She had never felt so compelled to be romantic with James before and Mark just... Made everything romantic without even trying very hard. Ever since they had began seeing each other in secret, he had been sending her a freshly picked rose every week on her desk. Of course, everyone asked who would send her a rose but Quinn always said that she didn't know, possibly a secret admirer, which made Victoria mad with jealousy.
Quinn sighed a dreamy sigh and smiled, but almost like Mark had her brain pegged, another buzz erupted from her phone.
What're you thinking about?
Quinn smiled before pressing on Jefferson's name and calling his phone.
"Hello?" He asked on the other line.
"Hey." She said softly into the phone.
"You okay?" Jefferson asked, hearing the unusual tone in Quinn's voice and unsure if he should be worried.
"Oh yeah I'm okay... I'm just tired and I'm a bit shocked at how well you can read me like a book." She chuckled.
"How so?" Jefferson asked.
He on the other hand was at the villa that was basically he and Quinn's secret sanctuary, sitting on the couch watching TV in a bored fashion, he didn't realize how much he missed Quinn and wanted her around 24/7.
"I was just thinking about someone..." She said and frowned.
"Someone? Not me?" Mark joked.
"Yeah... Not in like... That way but..." She said becoming a bit frazzled at the mention of him.
"... It's a boy isn't it?" Jefferson asked, not able to stop the bit of displeasure from entering his tone.
"Yeah but I'm not thinking about him in a romantic way... He's an ex but he's my best friend too... He broke up with me right before I came here." She said and bit her lip.
"Sucks for him... You miss him?" He asked, almost bracing himself.
"Actually... I'm realizing that I don't..." She said and smiled as she looked up at the ceiling. "I think that's what was bugging me... I felt a bit guilty for not missing him." She added and spread out all over her bed.
"Yeah..?" Jefferson asked, the smile basically visible throughout the phone. "I feel honored to... Not replace him but feel the... Feelings that you feel for me." He said clearing his throat.
"The love?" She asked and laughed softly.
"Well I dunno about love." He said awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck.
"I know, I know calm down." She replied and snorted.
Quinn strolled into Jefferson's class the next morning, blushing as his intense gaze landed on her like a predator eyeing his prey, but she was distracted by Victoria tapping her shoulder.
"Huh?" Quinn asked the stiff Victoria.
"... Dana begged me to, so I'm giving you an invite to the Vortex club party for the announcements of the Every Day Hero's contest next weekend..." Victoria huffed and crossed her arms.
"Oh... Well... Thank you Victoria... I appreciate it." Quinn said, shock written all over her face.
"Don't mention it... Ever." Victoria scoffed and with her snotty attitude, she turned away and practically stomped back to her table.
Quinn smiled, she and Dana had been spending a bit more time together ever since Quinn had accidently stumbled upon a positive pregnancy test... By accident of course. Dana was so angry at first but after calming down she broke down and admitted what had gone on between her and Trevor. After Quinn showed her support they became friends fast, however she didn't think she could ever tell anyone about what was going on between her and Mark.
Jefferson raised his brows before smirking slightly and beginning his lecture, occasionally glancing at Quinn, they had to be secretive after all. The lecture ended faster then Quinn had anticipated it would, she was just sad it was only Wednesday.
"Hey Quinn, mind staying after for a few? We need to talk about your entry." Jefferson announced as he beckoned her over with his finger after class had ended.
As her classmates filed out, Quinn smiled nervously at her teacher, she hadn't developed the perfect picture yet, though she knew she wasn't the only one, she was glad he wanted to talk to her.
"... You got an entry for me yet?" He asked and Quinn deflated.
"Not yet." She replied sheepishly.
"You know the deadline is Friday." Mark said and folded his arms in a slightly scolding fashion.
"I know..." She sighed and rolled her eyes.
Jefferson watched as the door closed after the last student walked out... He then walked over to it and locked it before turning back and smirking at Quinn.
"... Remember, I told you, your ass was grass next time I saw you... And here you are..." He mused before he approached her, pulling her closer to him and listening to Quinn release a sigh of pent up anxiety.
"I remember." She replied and wrapped her arms around his neck before his lips pressed firmly against hers.
Quinn blushed deeply as he began leading her towards her table and picking her up carefully, sitting her down on it. He reached down and quickly began unbuttoning her shirt and opening it within the blink of an eye. Quinn then reached back and undid her bra, letting it fall t the floor and grinning as she heard Jefferson groan at the sight of her exposed chest. She then watched as Jefferson took off the tight fitting shirt he had on and unbuckled his pants, forcefully pulling Quinn's pants off.
Multiple moans erupted from the empty classroom for about fifteen minutes. This was risky and they couldn't afford to stay long but as Jefferson began buckling his pants back up, panting, sweat glistening off his sculpted body, he turned around to fetch his shirt and Quinn's eyes widened.
"Wait! Stay right there!" She gasped as she caught her breath.
"What?" He asked.
"Stay." She said seriously and reached over, not even caring that she was still naked as she grabbed her camera and took the shot just as Jefferson rolled his neck making his muscles pop out more and she smiled. "Okay." She sighed and began putting her clothes back on as well.
"What was that about?" He asked after slipping his shirt back on.
"You'll see." She said. "I didn't know you had a tattoo." She then chuckled, watching Jefferson's brows raise.
"You didn't?" He asked.
"No, whenever we've had sex in the light so I've never seen your back... Plus you're always on top or laying on your back." She giggled, finally buttoning her pants back up. "It's really beautiful." She replied.
"I got it when I was younger." He snorted softly.
The tattoo depicted two pistols in the shape of crosses that were laying over one another in an X shape... It was that moment that Quinn knew she had her entry immediately, she just had to fix a few things, she couldn't let anyone find out who this man was, but that wouldn't be hard at all.
"I'm glad you like it." Mark said before turning back to Quinn. "Now... You better adjust that attitude of yours... Or we'll have to do this again, and again, and again..." He chortled before leaning down and beginning to kiss her lips and finishing with a kiss to her forehead.
Once Quinn returned to her dorm, she smiled and blushed before she plugged her camera into her laptop. She spent about an hour working on the picture, cropping certain things out and blurring the background so that it didn't look anything like the classroom. Upon finishing, she had made the picture black and white, and edited out the frames of Jefferson's glasses from behind so that he wouldn't be suspected even a little bit. It was a worthy entry, or so she thought... She almost felt guilty about putting in an entry with being in a relationship with Jefferson, but remembering that there were three judges, Jefferson, Wells, and another critic, she didn't feel as guilty.
The next day, as usual, Quinn walked into Jefferson's classroom during lunch and smiled as she approached his desk.
"What're you so giddy about, Ms. Harlock?" Mark asked, seeing her unable to hide her grin, Quinn was a bit nervous, he could either be really stoked about the picture or demand that she tear it up.
"... I have my entry." She said and handed him the freshly printed picture face down.
Mark raised a brow in suspense before slowly taking the picture and turning it around before his eyes widening.
"So that;s why you told me to hold still." He murmured quietly.
"... If you want I'll enter something else but... It's my favorite one and I wanted you to see it... As long as no one knows what you look like there shouldn't be an issue." Quinn said and gulped, fidgeting lightly with her hands.
"... I love it... But are you sure that you want to enter this?" He asked.
"Why so modest?" Quinn chuckled.
"I just... Wanted to be sure... It looks great Quinn." Mark said and cleared his throat with a slight blush on his cheeks before looking up to her.
"... Good." She said, feeling a weight lifted off her from entering the contest.
All that was left was to survive the party and this stupid contest would be behind her.
