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Chapter 17

As expected, Quinn didn't let me leave anything out. Not that I was going to anyway, because I'm sure she would have constantly pestered me until I told her - or got so annoyed that she 'accidentally' fell out the window. There was a lot of excited squealing, which led me to continuously roll my eyes, even though I secretly enjoy these girl talks with my best friend. She helps me remember to come back to reality, and to appreciate the good things in life.

"Shit!," I exclaim, suddenly jumping off of the couch, leaving a butt-shaped print in the cushion - and may I say, what a fine ass. I may or may not have hit Quinn with my flailing arms, but she'll get over it.

"What the fuck, S!" She yells while rubbing the now forming bump on her forehead.

"I just realized that I forgot to ask Britt if she was free tonight." I frantically look around the room for my phone, until I notice Quinn holding it up with a smirk.

"I think you might need this, S."

"Come on, Quinn. Hand it over." Instead of giving it to me, she just sits there with the same look on her face, waiting for me to make a move. Suddenly, I lunge at her, tackling her off the couch in an attempt to get my phone back - it's important, okay? She squeals, and quickly hops up, trying to get away as fast as possible. Luckily, I'm used to having to play dirty, and I reach out to grab her foot, sending her falling to the floor. Snatching up my phone, I run as fast as I can into my room and lock the door, before she realises exactly what happened.

"Bitch, I'm gonna get you back for that," I hear through the door. Smiling to myself, I pull up Brittany's contact, and spend a few minutes thinking about what I want to say, even though it shouldn't be that hard.

Hey Britt. Um, I was wondering if you're free tonight? As in, would you want to go out. On a date. With me?

Before I can second guess myself, I hit send, letting out a loud groan. I smack my face once I realize how awkward I sounded, and hope she doesn't notice. Of course, she probably will, but a girl can dream. And by dream I mean pretend that it's not going to happen. I'm so lost in my thoughts that the buzzing of my phone sends me flying in the air and off of my bed with a loud bang. I hear Quinn trying to hold back her (evil) laugh from the couch, and I roll my eyes.

"Bitch," I whisper under my breath. I suddenly remember what scared me in the first place, and quickly scramble back onto my bed and snatch up my phone.

Of course, Sanny! I'm already soooo excited!

As I read her response, I can't hold back the blush that creeps onto my face, along with a wide grin. Said grin slides off my face when I hear Quinn snickering from the other room, and I can't help but feel slightly suspicious.

"Hey, Q. What are you laughing at?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm just picturing the smitten look on your face as you read her text," she says, and I swear I can hear the smirk in her voice. "And I'm sure she would love to see it too." It takes me a moment, but then I see her phone aimed at me from under the door, and I hear the click of a picture being taken.

"Quinn, you fucker! Don't you dare!"

"Annnnnnd send. Too late, S. Maybe now you'll know not to mess with the HBIC!"

"More like, Head Butt in Charge," I mumble under my breath.

"Nice. Resorting to middle school humor. How you've evolved," Quinn sarcastically retorts.

"Whatever, bitch," I grumble. I sit in silence for a few minutes until I jump up for what seems like the millionth time today. I quickly unlock my door and silently walk out to where Quinn is sitting on the couch. "Um, Q? Could you perhaps maybe, possibly help me figure out what to where for tonight?" She stares at me without speaking for what feels like an eternity, and then out of nowhere, she bursts into her insane, almost evil-sounding laughter.

"I thought you'd never ask."