Quinn Fabray
'Forgiveness is easy, trust however is a completely different story'
What the fuck? Is this really happening right now? I blinked and wiped at the edge of my eyes to make sure I was seeing this clearly. No! There is no way she could be standing at my door at 3 in the morning. I must be dreaming right now. (She actually looks pretty real to me.) No! I'm dreaming. So I should just close the door and head back up to my room to sleep. (Why would you do that if you were sleeping?) Because there is no way in hell that Rachel Berry would be standing outside my door. There's just no way. So I've concluded that this must be a dream. Okay there is a simple solution to this problem. Pinch yourself.
Immediately a painful force shot through my arm. Shit… this isn't a dream. She's actually standing outside my door… with bags? Bags? In that moment I realized what was going on. A knot quickly formed in the back of my throat as I looked at Rachel. She doesn't really expect to stay here does she? Panic coursed through my veins. What am I supposed to do? And… why is she here? Shit I haven't even said anything yet which probably makes me look like an idiot. Breathe! Breathe Quinn! But wait a minute she hasn't said anything either. The dark haired girl continued looking down at the ground. Dark circles had formed underneath her sunken eyes. I could see the remnant of dried tears on her cheeks. Her pink lips were swollen, nose tinted with a bright red color. Her messy dark hair sprawled over her long black coat. Overall, she looked horrible. Something's wrong. I could sense it as I continued inspecting her.
I bit down on my lower lip. Should I ask her what's wrong? (Why don't you invite her in first you idiot.) It's fucking cold outside! Without even thinking, I reached for her bags and nodded for her to come in. Rachel didn't move. She actually seemed really surprised. But why should she be? I eyed her expectantly until she finally got the hint to get inside. Her movements were slow and cautious. I closed the door behind her and led the way up to my room. Shit… I haven't really thought this through. Where is she going to sleep? Omg…. In my bed?
All my thoughts were complete fuzz as I placed her bags down on the ground. Rachel stood by my desk with her arms wrapped around herself. I'm going to totally die of a heart attack aren't I? At such a young age! I wonder what they will say about me?
"Would you mind shutting the door please?" I whispered in a low voice.
Quinn Fabray was a nice girl. She loved music. She loved her friends. Had a fantastic job. Finally met a boy who she might have feelings for, one she could possibly fall in love with. She was a smart girl and had a bright future ahead. She got accepted into Yale. She was Valedictorian. The door closed soundlessly.
"You can stay here in my room. The bathroom is down the hall, first door on your right." I stated in an awkward tone.
The other girl nodded as she walked to her bags. I edged away from her until my back hit my bookshelf. I mean she needed the space anyway right? After a few minutes of searching through her bag she quietly disappeared out of the door. All the air in my lungs quickly expelled. I was gasping for air. Shit! Shit! Shit! What are you doing Quinn? What? A girl can't freak out that her mortal enemy is here, in my house? In my room? WITH ME? (We aren't enemies anymore.) For fuck sake what do I say? My eyes searched around my room, eagerly trying to find something that would get me out of this mess. I curled my hand into a fist and bit the edge of my knuckle. This is quite simple. Let her sleep in here and I can grab the couch downstairs. We don't have to deal with this tonight. Tomorrow will be another story. At that moment the door slowly opened and Rachel entered my room wearing her sleep clothes. I cleared my throat and collected myself.
"You can sleep in my room. I'll take the couch downstairs. If you need anything…." I trailed off as I looked down at the ground.
I'm such an idiot. I'm repeating myself. With that I moved around her, putting a lot of space in between us. I was practically running for the door, but hopefully it didn't look that way. Once I was outside I could breathe again. I slowly made my way down the dark hall but paused once I reached the stairs. I looked back at my closed door. What if she isn't okay? Should I have stayed with her? Would you have seriously slept in the same bed with Rachel Berry? …. Thought so. What the hell is she doing here? (She will tell you with time.) I wonder how long she's going to be here for?
I grabbed a couple of blankets from the closet and made my way downstairs. This is sooo awkward. (If you thought this was awkward just wait till tomorrow morning.) I mentally winced at the thought. Small streaks of the early morning moon trickled through the window as I crawled onto the couch. I totally forgot to get a pillow. Ehh oh well. There is no way in hell I'm going back up to my room. I shifted my position on the couch as I tried to make myself comfortable. I miss my bed. Damn you Rachel Berry. A loud huff escaped from my lips as I stared up at the ceiling. There is no way I'm going to be sleeping tonight.
6 hours later….
"So she just showed up." Cooper sighed out.
"Yes. And I didn't know what I was supposed to do. It looked like she had been crying and she just looked really bad. I couldn't just leave her out there like that." I explained in a soft tone.
"And this is the same girl that beat you up." He stated with a knowing look. "I just don't feel very comfortable with her staying here after what she did to you."
"I understand that but I already explained what happened. I told you everything! It wasn't her fault!" I expressed with a frustrated sigh.
"That's where you're wrong girly. There were other ways that both of you could've worked it out. Neither of you needed to resort to violence to fix your problems. Violence doesn't solve anything. You both may have come to some sort of agreement about things, but nothing has been fixed. What you both did was childish, immature and irresponsible. You both could've gotten seriously hurt. This is just as much her fault as it is yours. Do you even know why she's run away from home?"
I bit my lip and shook my head. Cooper rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. He slumped over the black kitchen island counter and eyed me expectantly. He was upset and frustrated. I could see it. My uncle muttered something under his breath while he strummed his fingers across the counter.
"Bring her down here please. I'd like to have a talk with her." He stated with a firm tone.
With a nod of my head I quickly hurried upstairs. I slowed down immensely once I reached my door. My hand curled into a fist. I wonder if she's still asleep? Hmmm…. To knock or not to knock? That is the question. But there really is no choice. A small and insignificant knock reached my ears as my knuckle hit the door. Maybe in the middle of the night she decided she didn't want to be here so she left! Maybe she's gone….
The door opened. Or maybe not. Rachel stood in the doorway wearing black yoga pants and a loose fitting gray shirt. Her hair was thrown back into a lazy ponytail. An awkward smile hit my face as she carefully wrapped her arms around her waist. She looked wide awake.
"My uncle wants to have a little talk with you." I spoke, biting the edge of my lip.
"Okay." She nodded.
With the nod of approval I led the way back into the kitchen. Cooper was still in the exact same spot as I had left him in. When we entered the room his eyes landed on us. This is going to be interesting to say the least. My uncle gave us a weak smile before finally straightening up. He casually ran a hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Rachel right?" he started off.
"Yes sir." Rachel answered in a gentle manner.
"I'd like to have a talk with you. Alone that is." Cooper eyed me expectantly.
Really? And miss all the good stuff? I let out a small sigh and shrugged my shoulders. "I guess I'll go get ready for work then." I replied.
I took my leave and headed upstairs to my room. Little Duke emerged from his room and bounced into mine with a gracious smile. His hair looked out of control this morning which put a large smile on my face.
"Good morning Quinn! And how are you on this fantastic day?" he asked with bright eyes.
"Ehh, alright. I didn't sleep well last night." I replied with a groan.
The younger boy licked his lips and nodded with agreement. "I saw you sleeping on the couch earlier. Want to tell me why?" he asked.
"My, my you are quite the curious and observant little kid. Have you ever heard that curiosity killed the cat?"
Duke let out a soft chuckle before clambering up onto my bed. His legs didn't even reach the floor. He is so cute and adorable. "There's a significant difference Quinn. For starters I'm not a cat. Secondly I'm a sophisticated and highly motivated 8 year old who likes to satisfy my own personal interests. Which include but are not limited to, let's say finding you on the couch when you clearly have a bed."
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "Why can't you just be a regular kid? You should go do normal stuff….. like playing with Lego's or drawing crayon pictures or something. You know, act and talk your age."
"Quit evading my questions." Duke replied, completely unfazed.
"Fine! If you must know, we had a visitor last night. It was completely unexpected and I don't know why she's even here. And that's all I know." I explained.
"Do you know her?"
I grunted a little at the question. "You could say that…. We sort of went to high school together when I lived in Lima. She's that girl you met that one day. But it's kind of a long story and at the moment I don't have the time to tell it."
Duke let out a loud groan before falling back onto the bed. He drew a hand over his head in a dramatic way. I laughed as I spotted a big frown on his face. "I hate that you work. I think you should quit." He spoke with a childish manner.
And there it is. No matter how mature he is, there will always be that small part of him that acts his age. This is one of those moments. "I know you don't like it, but I have to."
"So again you're going to leave me." He responded in an exasperated tone.
"It's not forever." I replied.
"It feels like it."
"I'll be back tonight. And besides this will be the perfect opportunity for you to become acquainted with our new guest." I lightened the mood.
Immediately Duke's eyes widened with excitement. His body shot up from bed. "You're right!" In the matter of a few seconds he disappeared out of my room with the speed of lightening. A small laugh escaped my lips. Poor Rachel. She definitely won't know what hit….
I shook my head as I shut the door behind him. Without a moment's notice I blasted my iPod while I got ready for work. It was 10:23am. I had about an hour to get ready. Donnie and I are the one's working today. No Mandy or Jimmy. A small sigh escaped from my lips as I threw on my work shirt. I closed my eyes as music enveloped me. 'Unique In Its Madness' by of Verona played through the speakers. In no time my hips automatically began moving with the beat. My shoulders and arms swayed with the upbeat melody. I feel marvelous right now. If I could dance like this all day and never get tired I would. With the tips of my fingers I traced some invisible pattern through the air.
Wow… I'm such a lonely loser. Look at me dancing alone in my room. I really have no life anymore. Hahaha I'm so pathetic. Well at least I'm happy. That's more than what others can say. Makeup time. My hips continued to sway as I danced my way over to my dresser. Mascara. Eyeliner. Lip gloss.
A few minutes later I stared at myself in the mirror. Hazel eyes scanned my face with precision. I pinched my lips together and ran a hand through my hair. Something was different today. There was this strange glow around me that I hadn't seen before. I squinted into the mirror to make sure I wasn't seeing things. But sure enough it was still there. I actually look….. pretty.
"I am beautiful." I spoke with a soft tone.
I continued watching myself, waiting for something or someone to disagree. But nothing did. A blooming feeling in my chest started expanding, creating this magical feeling within me. "I am beautiful." I repeated once more. A smile broke out across my face, filling my cheeks with a light pink hue. You are totally smiling right now. I see it! An even bigger smile filled my face.
"Omg! I'm sooo freaking beautiful that I make it rain guuurrrl!" I giggled out in a goofy and playful high pitched tone. A round of laughter shook through my body, mixing in with the music.
Hair falls across my face as the song changes. 'It's not my fault, I'm happy' by Passion Pit comes on. I'm riled up. I rush to my stereo and turn up the volume. Now I'm dancing like a crazy person. Spinning. Wild hair. The biggest smile is on my face. Spin. Hands in the air. Hop. Feet moving. Adrenaline pumping. Hips swinging. No care in the world. I'm happy. I'm laughing. I'm singing. Spin and…
"SHIT!" Spills out from my lips as I freeze in motion.
Wide brown eyes are staring at me with shock and surprise. I could feel all the blood in my body rush to my face. Heat and embarrassment. My heart is pounding wildly. I think I could probably die now. I wouldn't mind that at all. Actually I would love to just dissipate into the air. Rachel quickly looks down at the ground, a light pink blush has appeared on her cheeks. I awkwardly turn to my stereo and turn off the music. Words cannot express how I'm feeling right now. I really don't want to look at her but I have to because she's standing by the door. I wonder how much she saw?
"I knocked but….." she trailed off.
She still wouldn't look at me. I don't understand why she's not looking at me. I'm the one that was portraying a role of girls gone wild. Well, minus the whole sex and nakedness. I bit my lower lip and cleared the back of my burning throat.
"How much of that did you see?" I asked in a low tone.
Rachel shook her head immediately. "Not long, I just got here."
I didn't know if she was telling the truth. But there really isn't anything I can do about it. The damage has been done. I pinched my lips together and scratched the back of my head. This is so awkward. I need to leave. Like now. I grab my keys off of my dresser and walk towards the door. The small brunette swiftly moves out of my way.
This is ridiculous. She shouldn't even be here. A girl can't even have a good time in her own room without a wild Rachel Berry appearing out of nowhere. Gosh that is so embarrassing. And my DANCING! I must've looked like some ditz who's gone off her medication for the first time. But really why the hell is she here? Why did she have to come here? Now that is odd. I wonder what's happened. Out of the entire world she decides to come here. To my place. Why would she come here? It doesn't make sense does it? Nothing is adding up. Surely her life isn't that bad or horrible. I scoffed as I make my way down the stairs. You're kidding right? Rachel Berry has the perfect life. Which is why…. I'm so totally confused. Fresh air hits me as I make my way to my car. Another curve ball. And here I thought life was just getting simple.
2:23am
"Whatever! You and I both know that's not what happened." I giggled into the phone.
"I swear it did! You just have a really bad memory. It must be those years of cheerleading that's come back to haunt you." Jimmy shot back through the phone.
I scoffed at his remark. "Just for that I'm totally hanging up on you."
"Nooooo! Okay I'm sorry!"
I shook my head as I opened my car door. "Well listen I just got home and I'm super tired. There was like a billion people at work today. So tomorrow we will finish having this conversation."
"Fine. Anyways sleep well. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." I hung up the phone with a big smile on my face.
That boy. Geesh, he's driving me crazy and I like it. He really makes me laugh. He makes me feel good. I like feeling good. I slowly trudged my way up the driveway. The moon was shining tonight. Like really bright. A cool breeze washed through my hair as I flung open the front door. I was met with darkness as I shut the door. With a loud sigh I kicked off my shoes and threw my keys on top of the table by the door. All I really want to do right now is sleep! Hmmmmm that sounds good. I wouldn't mind sleeping for a million years. That sounds pretty amazing right now. Oooooo wait. Shit. I totally forgot to get extra clothes from my room. Shit. Do you think Rachel's asleep right now? Of course she is. It's late. Maybe I could just sneak in and grab what I need. It couldn't hurt right? No harm no foul.
Being blind to the darkness, I made my way up the stair and quietly stood outside my room. To my surprise the door was already open. I guess Cooper kicked her out. Wow…. He's really protective isn't he? I never thought that he would actually not let Rachel stay here. I guess I was really wrong. If she's not here then where would she be? I flipped on the light switch and glanced around my room. A low groan escaped from my throat as I spotted Rachel's bags on the floor. Scratch that idea…. Where the hell is she? I shrugged my shoulders and began grabbing some extra clothes. Halfway through collecting my things something caught my attention. More like a noise to be exact. At first I thought nothing of it but after hearing it again I knew I wasn't just hearing things.
I licked my lips and eyed the hallway with suspicion. Without a moment's notice I made my way out of my room and into the dark hallway. The noise seemed to be coming from one of the rooms. Following the noise, it became clear that the noise sounded like sobs. Sob? Who would be crying? Oooooooo… Small pieces clicked together in my head. It must be Rachel. The noise led me to the bathroom. From behind the door I could hear crying. Are we really going to do this? I could just go to bed and she'd never even know I was here. I'm freaking tired…. I don't want to put up with her. A sigh flew from my lips as I checked the doorknob. The door was unlocked. Well, shit.
With ease I pushed open the door. There, sitting on the toilet, was a crying Rachel Berry. Her whole entire body was hunched over, her face buried deeply in her hands. From what I could see her face was a bright pink color, especially her nose. She had been at this for a while now. I slowly made my way into the bathroom. She didn't notice me until I stood by the sink. Once she saw me she started wiping all the tears from her face in a quick haste. Damn she's a wreck! Not just a little but something is off with her. Hmmm maybe her current boyfriend broke up with her or something. Oh gosh, you don't think she got back with Finn and then he dumped her AGAIN do you? That would be harsh…. At this particular moment I'm not quite sure what to say. So I don't say anything. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I'm not really good at this sort of thing, that's why I've never done this. EVER. A few minutes tick by and I'm still standing there like a dumbass. An idea pops into my head. Granted it's not really a smart idea but hell it's something. I quickly leave the bathroom. Seconds later I return.
Rachel stares at me with this look that I can't place. But it's not a bad look nor is it a good look. She has no idea what's going on in my head or what I plan to do. I don't know what I'm doing either but I trust this feeling. I approach her cautiously. Her eyes are on me like a hawk. Once I'm standing in front of her I reveal to her a small red cloth in my hand. Confusion flashes through her teary eyes.
"I'm not going to hurt you." I stated with a firm tone.
She doesn't believe me. I can see it in her eyes. But that's okay, we just have to go slow. Really, really, slow. One of my knees hits the floor, then the other one. In no time I'm kneeling right in front of her. Face to face. I lean forward on my knees. My stomach is in knots right now. My hands are shaky. With the small red cloth in hand I slowly brush it across Rachel's jaw line. The diva's brows narrow. Suspicion is growing in her eyes. I avoid looking at her directly and focus on what I'm doing. The soft red cloth travels up her tan smooth cheeks, wiping the tears away. I make sure that my hand doesn't physically touch her, just the cloth.
I glance up at Rachel. Her eyes are still on me with a lot of emotions going though her. She's a little scared and extremely uncomfortable. From the way she's gripping that piece of tissue in her hand I'd say she's probably freaking out. I would be too if I were her. In fact, I'm extremely surprised she's letting me do this… well, whatever it is that I'm doing. This is so freaking confusing. Right now the diva is looking at me like I'm some sort of creature from the black lagoon. I'm starting to feel like it because she is practically staring holes into me. It's unnerving.
After a while Rachel slowly began to relax. I guess she figured I wasn't going to do anything harmful. With time she finally tore her heavy gaze away from me and down to her lap. Her pink tinted face looked really swollen. With some sleep it would go away. She would be fine. The soft cloth swept across her other cheek. Then I began to feel a little nervous as I brought the towel under her left eye. Automatically she closed her eyes as I carefully wiped the wetness away. Her warm breath was hitting my face. It felt a little nice. But only a little because then it would be weird. With a slow breath I did the same exact thing to her other eye. When I felt like I had successfully gotten all the moisture from her face I quickly stood up and went to the sink to rinse off the towel.
The sound of running water easily broke the weird tension and I could finally relax. As I turned off the faucet I could feel Rachel's eyes on me once again. It's amazing how she can make me feel like an alien being observed at some research facility. My eyes focus on the sink and nothing else. I don't think I have it in me to look at her.
"I blew my NYADA audition." She says in a low and fragile voice.
At this I tear my eyes away from the sink and glance at the other girl. Her eyes were still on me. A knot began forming in the back of my throat as I watched her. "You probably think I'm pathetic right? Here you've found me, in yet another bathroom, crying. "
I shook my head and averted my eyes back down to the sink. My mind was still trying to process what she had just said. A million thoughts were rushing through my head. Somehow everything seemed to make sense.
"I don't think you're pathetic Rachel." My voice comes out raspy. "Honestly if I were in your shoes I wouldn't even know what to do. I know that this was important to you. It was the one thing you had when all else failed. It's everything to you."
More tears fell from the diva's face. I blew out a long sigh and finally faced her. She's crying again. "Why are you doing this? Are you getting some sort of sick pleasu-
"No." I interrupted. "I don't get any kind of pleasure seeing you like this. I don't even know how I could…. This isn't something to laugh or mock about. And as of right now, I have no fucking idea what I'm doing."
Were both staring at each other. She's getting angry and she's making me frustrated. I'm just trying to help her but she's making it difficult. I like it better when we weren't talking.
"I'm sorry if I've upset you." I apologized with an exhausted tone.
Rachel peeled her eyes away from me. At that moment I took the opportunity to wring out the cloth and return back to the girl. Once again I kneeled down in front of her. A tint of red splashed across Rachel's face. She shook her head as she scooted all the way back on the toilet. "No you don't have to do this." she quickly responded.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed the back of her knees, pulling her towards me. With a steady hand, the warm wet cloth touched her face. An inaudible sigh flew from her lips. The sound puts me at ease for some reason. "Why did you even let me in last night?" she asked in a soft whisper.
A small smile slips past my face. I pulled away from her and rested on my laurels. With a shrug of my shoulders I looked away from her. "I don't know. I mean I was basically half asleep which means I could barely tell what reality was. I actually thought I was dreaming when I opened the door. Like I was in some sort of nightmare." A chuckle escaped from my throat. "I was expecting Freddy and Jason to pop out along with you."
Rachel's big brown eyes widened at my remark. Her face froze into an unreadable expression. Shit. I must've said something wrong. Maybe it's too early for joking… Damn Quinn. Just keep to the basics. We still don't know each other well enough to do this. The diva's brow arched into a questionable look. She's totally going to bite my head off soon…. Rachel bit her lower lip as if she was processing what was going on. After a while a small smirk greeted her face.
"Freddy and Jason huh?" she remarked with a knowing tone.
I laughed lightly as I returned my attention back to the brunette. "In my head it made much more sense. I mean come on! You practically showed up in the middle of the night! That's usually around the time Freddy comes out to play. And as for Jason, well, we all know that dude has no friends. He kinda just tagged along just for the hell of it."
Rachel shook her head as she placed a hand over her eyes. I could definitely see a smile on that face of hers. It made something within me feel good about it. "I think that would seriously be one badass team if you ask me." She replied in a playful manner.
I looked at her with a 'fake' shocked expression. "You're kidding right? You teaming up with those dudes would be the scariest thing the world has ever seen. Especially, if the three of you showed up at my door. Surely that would've scared the living shit out of me!"
She's laughing. The mood in the room has changed and I'm grateful for that. I smile at her as she pushes a few strands of hair from her face. I bite the edge of my lip. Rachel's laughter is slowly dying. More thoughts rush to my head and I can't decipher any of them. None of them were clear.
"What happened?" I asked in a soft tone.
The diva stopped laughing and glanced down at her lap. Her fingers were restlessly playing with the tissue in her hand. I waited patiently for her to gather herself. When she was ready she looked at me with these big expressive brown eyes and a sad smile. It was a smile that revealed she had a broken heart. Sadness flooded into me through that look she was giving me. "I choked. On stage. I choked. I completely forgot all the lyrics in that moment. I was completely blank. Frozen. My throat….. was so dry. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I tried to make something come out but nothing did. It's like trying to scream at the top of your lungs but nothing but air comes out. Then within a blink of a second my moment was gone. All my dreams…. Just flushed down the toilet. My entire life had gone up in flames. And I was helpless to it all. Carmen wouldn't even give me a second chance to redeem myself. Then after that…. Everything is like this one big flash sequence. I left home. I didn't runaway if that's what you're thinking. I just needed to get away. I needed to breathe and I couldn't do that in Lima. Eventually I was led here."
"But why would you come here? It…. Doesn't really make sense. Why- why would you come here?" I asked as confusion hit me.
Rachel shook her head. "I don't know. I really don't know."
I stared at the girl, completely in shock by her story. My whole entire body went rigid as my mind tried to process what she just said. Anger. I could feel anger. This angered me. It bothered me a lot. I could feel my heart racing. Heat was enveloping me. Poor girl. She didn't deserve that. Not one bit. That fucking bitch Carmen. Ooooooo noo! She has NO idea what Rachel has been through….. fucking shit. This is fucking bullshit. This isn't right at all. This isn't right! Rachel's supposed to be a Broadway actress. That's all there is to it. I took a calming breath to ease my thoughts. "I'm sorry Rachel. That shouldn't have happened to you."
She doesn't respond instead she just looks at me. Our eyes meet. A weird feeling comes over me. I'm not sure what it is, but almost immediately all the thoughts in my head stop. The anger that was quickly building up dissipates into thin air. Strange….. This is strange. Through our gaze I can see all her thoughts coming to a complete stop. Blank minds. Her eyes seem to be searching for something in me. What is she looking at? What does she expect to find? In that moment I could feel something start to form. Some strange and invisible thing was taking place. My heart started to pick up. The back of my hands started tingling. Every nerve in my body felt like it was starting to catch fire. What the hell is wrong with me? Shallow breathing. A smoldering feeling slithered down to the pit of my stomach.
These feelings were getting too intense that I had to break the contact. Once I did it felt like I was back in the real world. Heat rushed to my face as I looked anywhere but at the other girl. I cleared the back of my throat as I slowly stood on my feet.
"It's getting pretty late. We should get some rest." I spoke with a heavy tone.
Rachel nodded in agreement. Not really knowing what else to say, I slowly made my way to the door. A wave of relief rushed through me as the door came closer.
"Quinn" Rachel called out in a soft tone.
I paused once I reached the door. I didn't look back at her for fear I would look like Bob the tomato. Instead I just waited patiently for her to finish whatever she was about to say.
"Thanks…. For everything."
Damn! My face feels like a volcano now. I didn't respond. I mean what the hell am I supposed to say to that? No problem? That would just make me seem like a cocky bitch. I don't have a clue as to what to say…. So I don't. Without so much as a word I leave the room. My heart was hammering like a beating drum. Everything in me was overheating. Grabbing the extra clothes from my room I practically run downstairs to safety. I was panting. Confused. What the hell is wrong with me?
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