Chapter 21 - Blame It On The Alcohol

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Rebel's Outfit:

Rebel's Outfit:

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Rebel's POV:

Ever since I did that performance for Quinn, she's been doing a lot better. She hasn't been doubting herself which makes me happy. I just wanna see her shine and embrace her beauty.

"What are you thinking about babe?" Quinn asked me as I was seated at her desk chair with my hand under my chin and my eyebrow was raised. Quinn sits on my lap making me snap out of my thoughts and look up at her.

"Just thinking about how much I love you." I reply with confidence in my voice and Quinn smiles happily and I lean up and gently kiss her neck. I start kissing all over her neck and she grabs the back of my head as she held it there.

"Mmm, baby." Quinn moaned as I nibble and suck on her neck, making a small hickey start forming. I rub my thumb over the small hickey I made and continue to suck on her neck. Suddenly, I hear the door burst open and I immediately take my lips off of Quinn's neck and snap my eyes to see who it is. It's my mom.

"I just came to say that dinner is ready. But your probably already full Rebel if you know what I mean." My mom said with a laugh as she mixes something in a black pot and she sends a knowing wink my way as I look at her confused. Quinn gasps and my eyes widened as I slowly realize what she's saying.

"Mom!!!" I shout while shaking my head and I look down in slight embarrassment. I soon lift it back up and look at Quinn. We make eye contact and we are both nervous.

"Oh no, t-that wasn't h-happening at all L-Lucille." Quinn stuttered nervously while blushing out of embarrassment and she stuffs her head in the crook of my neck.

"Mm-hmm. Yea right." My mom said not believing us and I sigh and slap my forehead aggressively. "I was young once too. Remember to wear protection Rebel. I'm not ready to be a grandma." My mom adds on while running away from the door and she runs downstairs. I gasp and groan out of annoyance.

"Sorry about my mom. She's very... interesting and unique." I think of the best way to describe my moms personality and Quinn giggles while shaking her head.

"It's okay. Lucille is awesome." Quinn says with a smile while rubbing my chest and I nod in agreement. My mom is one of the best people I know. And I'm glad she's my mom.

"Wanna go downstairs? I know the food is good." I gesture to the bedroom door and the stairs with a raised eyebrow and a side smile.

"Yea. Let's go." Quinn hops off of my lap and pulls me up, basically dragging me to the door and down the stairs. I laugh at how much energy she has in her as I let her pull my down the stairs.
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Me and Quinn were walking down the hall while holding hands. Everyone turns their heads as we come down the hall. They are either scared of me or Quinn. It's amazing!!

"We rule this school. Nobody can look at us for more than 5 seconds. It makes me kinda uncomfortable and a little annoyed that I have that effect on people but whatever!!" I tell Quinn in an excited voice while looking around at everyone's backs turned to us and Quinn laughs.

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