Charley & Quinn [ON HOLD]

Chapter 8: Jealousy

Chapter 8: Jealousy

CHAPTER 8 ALREADY?! Before this chapter actually begins, we would both like to say a big thank you to our readers, our friends and our motivators. You inspire us to continue writing, to continue the story of Charley & Quinn, to continue what we love. We hope someday we can see this book somewhere else, perhaps on the shelves ;) But for now, I hope you enjoy this brand new chapter.

Charley

I felt the burning of sadness creep through my heart, followed by explosions of pain. Pain so unbearable I had to leave. I left. I left him cringing in a corner, only for him to dry up his own tears, mend his own heart and pull himself together.

That's what we both needed.

I up and ran like a drizzle of rain dancing down a window and never turned back, at least not until I entered the halls. I couldn't feel his warm presence that brightens my day. I couldn't smile at his tall stance chasing me down the halls, because he wasn't there, he wasn't anywhere to be seen. Apart of me was shattered into pieces so small, I could barely feel the pain of knives stabbing alongside my back. I was numb. Every inch of me was numb.

All I could do was think of the dull, grey sky sitting lifelessly still. I smiled sadly down the corridors of the rusty lockers thinking, this isn't a Hollywood film, why would he be chasing after you? Winning you back?

Because he loves you.

He loved you.

"Charley?" A voice shattered the silence like a jack hammer as it echoed from behind. The stupid side of me had hoped it was Quinn, standing there with a smile on his face as if everything was alright. That's all I needed.

But the clear picture of Quinn had disappeared among a cloud of mist when I turned to see Ethan. I should have known, Quinn's voice is more husky and manly.

"Ethan," I attempted to smile. It was pathetic. It was like smiling in a war zone. I could tell Ethan saw it, how fake, how unreal and how scripted that smile was. I could tell he could see more, as if my lies were just another way to say hello. But he didn't question it, he just smiled in return and kept walking.

I would be lieing if I said I didn't feel bad. That's twice in one day Ethan and I have only exchanged eachothers names before walking into opposite directions. It shouldn't be like that. Not with Ethan. I don't want to lose him too.

"Wait," I pushed his shoulders back to prevent him from walking any further. His eyebrows raised with surprise as he slowly walked backwards to meet my face once again. "Do you have any plans for lunch?"

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Quinn

*A week later*

"Aw look man, your girls hanging out with loser again."

I turned my head in the direction that Tyler was pointing to, and a fire ignited in my stomach. She was laughing in a way I had never seen before, a way that she seemed happy. Her dimples were showing, obviously at the joke Ethan had just told, and I swear I wanted to wipe the filthy look off his face. He was smiling aswell.

It's had been going on like this for a week. Charley ignored me since the 'parking lot' incident, and it's safe to say, it's all my fault. I should never have yelled at her, not when I didn't know the whole story.

Shame covers my face in a dark shade of blue, and I was going to be sick. Just seeing her with that guy made me want to scream at the top of my lungs, smash the cafeteria tables and scrape my knuckles on the concrete. But I knew I shouldn't. I couldn't let Charley slip from my grasp anymore then she had. She would hate me to the point of actually breaking up with me.

"Yeah, I know man, what a low life," I mumbled back to Tyler, not really concentrating on him.

"Shouldn't you maybe, I don't know, go over and say something to he-" I cut Tyler off, not wanting him to say more.

"No. She made her decision and I'm respecting that," but that wasn't true.

There was nothing more I wanted to do then go over and cradle her in my arms, brushing her hair with my fingers and telling her everything was okay. Nothing would make me happier. But I just couldn't. I would scare her, and I knew that.

"Guys, I'm heading to the pool, don't wait for me after school." I got up out of my seat, dumping the rest of my lunch into the trash. The burgers here really sucked.

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I had been spending most of my time at the pool, trying to clear my head, to the point that I didn't actually think about anything. About Charley.

As I pushed my way through the gate, I saw Coach Riley siting on a chair near the edge of the pool. He was crying. To avoid any awkward conversation, I tried to sneak towards the bathroom, but I was caught up.

"Quinn Adams, come here."

Oh no.

"Hey Coach, what's going on?" I awkwardly smiled and scratched my neck, hoping he wouldn't drag me into his problems. As if I didn't have enough of my own.

Coach Riley sigh, and placed his head in his hands, "I don't know anymore," he said inbetween sobs, "my wife is divorcing me, she said I'm to much of a brute to be loved."

I started to actually feel sorry for the guy, "wow, man, I'm sorry," jeez Quinn, cheer they guy up, "um, if it makes you feel better... Your not a bad coach."

Smooth, real smooth.

"Thanks Quinn, your not such a bad swimmer yourself. Now get changed. The only thing getting me by is coaching you and the other swim squad. Make me proud," he sniffled.

"Sure thing, coach," I smiled.

I gave an honest smile towards him. Maybe, if the only thing that can get Charley off my mind is swimming, I should get to know they guy.

AUTHORS NOTE! Don't hate us please, there will be plenty more c&q action going on, it's all part of our wickedly brilliant plan (evilly laughs) 😈