I have a confession to make.

I've been sick for the past three days. As a result, my ability to be creative has dwindled to a much smaller level than usual. That's why the "Raisins" chapter was lacking my usual flair. However, I'm feeling a lot better now.

Having said that, I decided to write a little chapter that's an idea I ran by my idea committee of the real-life Kimmy and our mutual friend, Jewel, AKA Bakurasangel201. Read her Fairy Tail stuff; it's really good for someone who's just starting out.

Anyway, I felt this chapter was something I needed to do: a valid excuse for Quinn's behavior in "Quinn Bitch". There is one, I promise, and it's a doozy. So yeah, this chapter is from Quinn's point of view, which means we won't get a lot of dialogue or shipping for once. Well, one-sided shipping.

OWTF!

My name is Quinn Veronica Hart. I'm the daughter of Vera and Thomas Hart, the wealthiest couple in East Park and older sister to Thomas Junior (TJ), and Diana. As a result of my family's… conservative… ways, we have very strict rules on how we are to behave. Diana is the least restricted, since she's only three, but she's not allowed to make a scene, no matter what happens. TJ is the first-born son and expected to follow in Dad's footsteps by being a star football player and successful lawyer—and he's only six. I have it the hardest, I guess, since I'm the oldest.

Mom's always saying that I was blessed with beauty, brains, and brawn. I'm pretty, smart, and tough for my age, with plenty of friends to boot. I always thought that was the norm for me. I had to maintain appearances for the sake of the family, hence my determination to be Little Miss Park County. When I entered the pageant this year, I assumed I would win the grand prize once again, bringing victory to my family. Mom coached me through the motions and I was ready to be handed the big check and trophy.

This year was different.

I saw all my usual competition, padding their chests to appeal to the judges or wearing intense amounts of makeup, being coddled by their mothers or coaches or older sisters… and then I saw a certain girl. A certain Jersey girl.

She had long, dark brown hair styled in an elegant up-do, with sparse makeup. She had fair skin with freckles dotting across her nose and cheeks, and the most intense green eyes I'd ever seen. She was easily the prettiest girl there, and the only one I really saw as competition. I knew I had nothing on her. She was too pretty, too amazing. I felt a weird tingling feeling in my chest and… never mind.

"Show some Hart. Victory comes from the Harts."

Dad's words rang in my head and I shook the brunette from my thoughts. She was alone. Nobody had come to root for her. My mother was there, ensuring my hair was perfectly in place and my dress fit correctly.

Before long, we were all called out one by one to pose for the judges. I found out the brunette's name was Katherine, and that she was a bookworm, an actress, and a social butterfly. Smart, beautiful, and a queen bee. Katherine had almost everything I had, and she seemed to have more confidence. I soon noticed a small group of boys in the crowd, watching Katherine with apparent support and attention. I felt… jealous. Not because they were supporting her, but it was almost because they were close to her and I wasn't.

I think that was when I began to realize why I got that weird little tingly feeling.

The truth is… I think… I think I was falling for her.

Now, like I said, I come from a very conservative family. Oh, and East Park is disturbingly conservative. Homosexuals are treated like they're called to be in the Bible: namely that they're driven away, harassed, and tortured. Most of them choose to go to more accepting places, but a few are unfortunate enough to stay. On top of that, I go to a very rigid Catholic School with East Park Prep. They treat the issue the same way as the rest of the town, if not worse. I mean, there's actual nuns that work as teachers there! That's not even mentioning the fact that the pageant circuit in our area is just as homophobic.

Anyway, the idea that I was beginning to develop feelings for another girl was terrifying.

If I was anything other than straight, my family would disown me. I'd be ostracized by my town, my peers at school, and by the pageant circuit. I needed to crush Katherine. Then maybe those feelings would go away.

I tried confronting her before the swimsuit competition, but she proved to have a spirit to match her appearance. She was, in my mind, the perfect partner. That only made me more determined to crush her. However, we all know how that ended. She took the crown and left the pageant in a storm of glory. Mom was pissed at me for losing my crown to some back-country South Park girl, but I didn't care. Katherine deserved the crown more.

I found out a bit more about Katherine—sorry, Kate—through the newspaper. She was in fourth grade at South Park Elementary, and she lived with her mother and brother in South Park. I knew I had to get closure for my feelings, so when the exchange program popped up, I signed up immediately.

All the week I was at school with them, I acted like a complete and total bitch to Kate in hopes of bringing her down. I spread rumors, harassed her in the hallway, and flirted with a boy she obviously liked. I still ended up falling more and more in my feelings for her, which ended in… well… a big confrontation. I threw a textbook at her and missed, hitting one of her guy friends. I insulted her and we ended up in a fight. I continued to antagonize her and she kicked my ass.

Once I was home, I felt so angry and confused. I wanted to murder Kate for making me feel so confused and kiss her because she was so amazing. I stayed away from South Park for a long time after that, terrified seeing Kate would make me act on my unresolved feelings.

"Hey, Kate."

She turned to face me, her guy friends backing away as she did.

"Quinn," she greeted me.

"It's, uh, been a while, huh?"

"Yeah. How's your nose?"

"It healed, like you said."

We were silent for a few moments before the fat one sighed and rolled his eyes.

"God, this is boring," he muttered.

"Why are you here, Quinn?" Kate asked.

"I'm here to apologize for how I acted."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You deserved the crown and to win that fight with me."

"Uh… okay."

I stared at the ground. A red-haired girl I didn't know was there, and she was staring at me in a way that made me feel like she was looking directly at my soul. I backed up a bit, uncomfortable.

"Tell the truth!" the girl instructed.

"The truth?"

"You know why you acted the way you did. Admit it to yourself and you'll be happy."

"Um…" I blushed and looked away and Kate gasped.

"Oh. Shit. Well, that's… awkward. Sorry, Quinn."

"You know?"

"Your body language says it all. Sorry, but I don't swing that way."

"Oh, well, that's a relief that you don't think it's weird."

"We can still be friends, though, if you want."

"I'd like that."

Chapter fifteen is again lackluster due to me just not feeling it, but I wanted to get something out.

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So long and thanks for all the fish!