DIANA
(Sorry I haven't updated in a while, hope this makes up for some of the lost time… Tell me what you think cause I don't usually write scenes like this. Any criticism is helpful :)
Last Friday we held a group meeting after Astrid's run in with the locals. Astrid and Albert told us about what they did, what they said, and who to look out for.
I stared across the classroom at Peter, who looked up from the notes he was scribbling about Bio. He winked at me. I discreetly gave him the finger. He wasn't bad looking, his long blond hair bleached from days out in the sun. But I was done with guys. For the moment. Having a dead psychopathic boyfriend will do that to you.
Bio ended, and I closed my notebook as soon as the professor stopped talking. My notebook wasn't exactly filled with any notes, but I figured it looked best to have it open with a pencil out. Don't want to be labeled a troublemaker again. I also kept a photocopy of Caine's note in all of my binders, along with a small picture I found of him on the internet. Ever since the FAYZ I liked to keep something of his close to me, something to keep us connected.
Biology was my last class of the day, and by the time I was rushing out of classroom the sun had already set. I walked out the doors of the building and was engulfed by a wave of humidity. It had been unusually hot lately, and the group and I wondered if it related to the FAYZ2 or if it was just due to the lack of rain. I made the right turn that led to our street. Our building was farther down, after a tight road wedged between apartment buildings. As I rounded the corner, I was slammed into and knocked to the ground, my books sprawled across the empty road.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Jesus you could have killed me I-" I finally looked up from the ground where I was collecting my books and found Quinn staring back at me. "Oh sorry man I didn't know it was you."
I finished picking up my books in silence as Quinn stared at me. Something felt wrong, or was it just me? Was I going crazy?
Just as I stood up with my last book, Quinn shoved them back to the ground. I went to bend down to pick them back up, but Quinn slammed me against the wall. He was smiling now, his eyes alight in the barely lit street. I suddenly noticed the lack of people, the lack of light, and I was afraid.
"Cut it out, Quinn." He was rubbing my leg, grabbing me closer. "Seriously stop it."
"What, you don't like this?" He grabbed my face and started kissing me. I shoved back, trying to escape his grip, but every time I moved he pulled me in closer. I was trapped.
"Quinn?" I mumbled, trying to catch my breath and he was pulling at me, trying to rip my clothes off. I tried to scream but my attempts were muffled by his mouth on mine.
What was wrong with him? Why wouldn't he stop? I adjusted my footing, and as he reached for my belt I kneed him. Hard. He yelled out in pain but grabbed my arm.
"HELP PLEASE HELP!" I was screeching now, but why? Why would Quinn do this to me? He shoved me once more against the wall, with more anger.
"Don't even try to get out of this." He leaned in close to me, panting down my neck. I cowered backwards, afraid of one of my closest friends. "Come on babe, don't be shy," just as Quinn reached for my belt again, someone punched him, and his head flew backwards. He landed on the ground, and looked up at his attacker. I turned my attention, and found another Quinn standing there, gasping for air, holding his fist high.
"I heard someone scream," he said in between breaths. "You ok?"
I nodded yes, and he turned his gaze back to the other Quinn. He was lying back on the ground, smiling lazily at the sky. "You caught me!" With a small sigh, he morphed into Peter. "Stopped by myself. Come on Quinn, can't you let a brother get some action?"
The real Quinn's eyes narrowed in anger. He made his way in front of me, guarding me with his left arm.
Peter attempted to stand back up, but Quinn threw another punch, hitting him square in the jaw. Peter let out a maniacal laugh. Quinn punched him again. "Don't." Punch. "Ever." Punch. "Touch." Punch. "Her." Punch. "Again." Peter was on the sidewalk, his face a bloody mess. I looked away. Quinn stood up and wiped his hands on his khaki shorts, leaving behind two bloody streaks.
We walked down the street a few steps, moving closer to the house. After a few more paces I let out a sob, and then another. Tears fell down my face. I tried to hold it back but there was too much and the tears continued to fall. I grabbed onto Quinn, and we sat down on the curb, his arm wrapped around me as I cried.
"You're alright, it's alright. It's over Diana, it's over."
But it wasn't over, and it wasn't going to be over for as long as this stupid FAYZ lasted.
I took a deep breath and stood up, pulling Quinn to his feet. I wiped under my eyes, trying to fix the smudged mascara and eyeliner with no luck. We continued walking down the street, like nothing had happened, eyes set ahead on the home we had made, fools yet again in a world we couldn't control.