Wrong Number: A Quinton Griggs Fanfiction «completed»

Part 29: Back to Sway

When we got back to Sway, Bryce and Blake had already started drinking. "Izzie, Rafy!" Bryce yelled out, greeting us. "You're here!"
"Yeah, well, you asked me to go get more alcohol for this party, so it makes sense that we came back," Rafy teased, carrying a case of White Claws through the house and into the kitchen. 
Jaden was sitting at the island, and he looked up from his phone. "Oh, hey, guys."
"Hey," I replied, sitting down next to him. "How long until Mads gets here?"
"She's at a photoshoot right now, so probably as soon she's done," he answered, setting his phone down. "Enough avoiding. When are you gonna talk to Quinton?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. I don't know if Warren and Michael talked to him yet. Maybe I'll just let him come to me. I don't know. What do you think I should do?" I asked him, looking down at my hands in my lap.
"No, you're right. Wait for him to come to you. That's a good idea. Until then, have a drink. Relax a little," he suggested. I looked over at the bottles that Bryce was lining up on the counter and nodded. 

I popped my White Claw open, drinking it slowly. I felt arms wrap around my shoulders. "Guess who?" a voice whispered. 
I looked up to see Quinton. "Hey, baby," I whispered back. "I missed you."
"You missed me?" he asked, sitting down next to me and taking my drink from my hand and drinking it.
"Well, I did. That was until you took my drink away from me," I pouted. 
He chuckled, taking another sip. "You can always just get another one."
"You could've just gotten your own," I teased back. Jaden slid another can across the counter towards me, and I opened it quickly, wanting to catch up to where I had been. 

"Jay?" Mads voice called out. "Oh, Izzie! It's so good to see you!" she yelled. 
"Hey, sweetie!" I yelled back, hugging her. 
"Wow," Jaden murmured. "Hi, girlfriend. Nice to see you, girlfriend. I missed you, girlfriend. Can I kiss you, please, girlfriend?"
Mads giggled. "Of course, boyfriend. Let me stop hugging my favorite person," she said, pulling her arms from around me and shifting over to Jaden. 

"Hey, can you come with me?" Quinton muttered, standing up from his stool.
I followed him wordlessly, letting him take my hand in his own. Now that we were free to be whatever we wanted to be with one another, I couldn't help but ignore the worries that I normally had. "What are we doing?" I asked. 
He closed the door to his room, pushing me gently up against before pressing his lips against my own. "This. This is what we're doing," he murmured against my lips. 
"Oh, yeah?" I teased, kissing him against, this time more aggressively. 

He pushed back against me, tracing his fingers down my jawline gently. His fingers continued down my neck, tickling my collar bone as he picked at my shirt collar. His lips moved down my neck, and his hands were now fumbling with the hem of my shirt. "Oh, Quinton," I whispered breathlessly.
We moved over to the bed, and he pushed me back against it, hovering over me. "Do you really want to do this?"
"Of course," I replied, pulling him in closer to me. 
His lips felt like a burning fire against my own, and I was in love with the feeling. 
Our bodies intertwined, and I was unable to tell where his body ended and mine began. 
When we finished up, Quinton collapsed on the bed next to me, and we laid together, tangled in the sheets. 

There was a sharp knock on the door, and it flung open suddenly. "Hey, Q, I-" Josh began, the sight of the two of us cutting him off. "Shit. Sorry, guys. I, uh, I didn't realize that you guys were, uh, preoccupied in here. I can, uh, I can come back a little bit later."
Quinton sat up. "No, that's cool. What's up?" he asked. 
"Um, are you serious?" I asked, sitting up and pulling the sheet tighter around my chest. 
"What?" Quinton asked, turning to look at me. 
"I mean, I'm kind of naked here, but whatever. It's cool."
"Sorry," Josh interrupted. "We, uh, Bryce is asking for you downstairs. The party is going to start soon and he, uh, he just wants to talk to you."
"Alright, I'll be right there," Quinton replied, standing up as Josh slammed the door shut behind him. "Are you gonna come down with me, or are you gonna wait?"
"I'll be down in a little bit. I need to get redressed."

Quinton headed downstairs, and I got up out of the bed, searching for my jeans on the floor. "Shit," I mumbled. "Where in the hell did they go?"
I spotted them just under the bed, and I pulled them on quickly. 
My top was thrown near the window, and I chuckled softly to myself as I pulled it over my head. My blazer was over the headboard, and I didn't understand how it could've gotten there. 

I shoved my phone in my pocket, going downstairs. I had taken just long enough that the party was in full swing. I looked around the living room from the staircase, and I spotted Quinton against the wall, talking to Jaden while he watched Mads dance in front of them. 
I moved through the throngs of people, stopping next to them. I leaned into him, taking his drink from his hands. "This is mine now," I teased. 
He looked up at me to speak, but a look of shock crossed his face. "Don't look now, but there's someone here that you're not going to want to see."

I instinctually looked over, even though he had just told me not to, and I made direct eye contact with Cynthia. "Yikes. What is she doing here?" I asked, chugging the rest of his drink. 
"I don't know," he replied, pulling me closer to him by one of my belt loops. "Just ignore her."
I guess that I had really gotten a good one.