*Dodges vase thrown and holds hands up* Gimme a break guys! Please? I've been sick! And I'm up typing for you, so spend some mercy, please? *Holds up puppies with huge eyes* There, puppy dog eyes. Please?

Chapter 3

QPOV

Quinn hated lunch time.

Reason? Ash would always go to sit with his cousins.

Leaving him alone with that rude know-it-all princess and that useless know-nothing-at-all idiot.

"...and since we're at it, I don't know why you're so caught up with her! She's not good for anything and...and she's not even that good-looking!" Lily was saying, glaring at Ivan with her hawk eyes.

"She's pretty, looks sensible enough. Unlike someone I know," Ivan sneered, giving Lily a very obvious glance.

"Don't kid me. Her? Sensible? How would you know? She just got here," Lily argued, ignoring the glance.

"Shut up, idiots," Quinn muttered, squeezing his eyes shut.

"In your face, moron," Ivan laughed.

"Shut up and go stare at her, why don't you."

"Boys," Lily sighed, rolling her eyes and moving further away so she wouldn't have to listen to them.

Quinn rolled his eyes...until he saw who Ivan was drooling at.

"Oh, hell no."

Ivan looked at him in surprise.

"Not her. Anyone but her," Quinn said, gritting his teeth.

"Whaa?" Ivan asked, thoroughly confused.

"You're staring at Rashel? You have got to be joking."

Ivan just continued staring.

"She's off limits," Quinn said, eyes hardening.

"Dude, I don't get why you're acting like a bitc – "

"Off. Limits." She was off limits to him, too, Quinn thought bitterly.

"No way," Ivan said, smirking slightly. "I mean, she's really hot and – "

Quinn smiled as he heard his fist collide with Ivan's jaw.

"Quinn. You shouldn't have done that, you know," Lily said in a tone that suggested reverse psychology, sipping her coffee calmly and smirking at Ivan, who had a 'what-the-hell,-man' look on his face..

"Whatever. Just remember, Ivan. Don't mess with her," Quinn said, the ice slowly sipping into his voice, then he added on a second thought, "or her sister."

RPOV

Galen takes his studies very seriously, apparently, as Rashel looked at him scribbling notes in his notebook.

Huh, not bad, his handwriting.

"And that's all, class," Mr Johnson said, and Rashel saw Keller practically leap into the air with excitement.

And then she saw Quinn whisper something to Keller, who was shaking her head fervently. Quinn looked exasperated, and whispered to Keller again, who seemed to consider, and finally nodded reluctantly.

Keller sighed as she walked to Rashel's table, seeming to drag her feet along.

"Hey, Galen. Can I talk to you for a second?" Keller asked, eyes drilling holes into the floor.

Quinn nudged her slightly.

"Ugh. Please?"

"Sure, Keller," Galen said cheerfully, picking up his stuff double the pace.

"Pick up the pace, I have to go get the car."

Galen quickly took his place next to her, his golden head practically glowing next to her dark hair.

"They look good together, don't they?" Rashel sighed. Keller was so oblivious. Galen would do anything for her, and chances are she didn't even know.

"'Course they do. You know who else would look good together?" Quinn asked, his voice rather soft for once.

"Erm..." Rashel hesitated, "Mare and Ash?"

Quinn laughed and answered, "true, but who else?" and took a step closer to her, helping her put her pens back into her pencil case.

"Erm...Poppy and...what's-his-name...erm...James?"

Quinn closed his eyes and smiled. "Yes, but you know what I think?"

Rashel just looked stubbornly at her bag.

"I think you'd look really nice with me."

The bag was probably dying under her gaze.

"Saturday? I'll pick you up," Quinn was saying, his voice louder now.

Die, bag, dieeeeeeee.

"Rashel?"

Rashel told herself to suck it up and look at him.

Straight into the black, bottomless eyes again.

"Erm...sure...?"

"Great, see you later." Quinn said.

Rashel just stared at his retreating back, and at his hand raised in farewell.

Huh, who would have thought.

Yeah, yeah, Hayley's boring. Whatever. I'm saying it again. "REVIEW PLEASE!"