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It was finally the end of the day and Quinn had already thought of a plan 30 minutes before dismissal ensuring that she wouldn't run into a single one of those teenagers from lunch.

All she wanted to do was to get home. She spotted her bus all the way down at the end of the sidewalk. She sighed in annoyance and quickly scanned the courtyard for any familiar faces. Once she concluded that it was clear she sprinted in the direction of her objective. Bobbing and weaving through mingling teenagers she reached it— just as she was about to leap onto the first step of refuge she was suddenly yanked back by her backpack suspending her in the air.

"And where do you think you're going?" A familiar voice said from behind her. She slowly spins around to discover the identity of the culprit as none other than Stu.

Goodbye, my chances of a somewhat decent day.

Quinn stared at Stu with a mixture of anguish and murderous intent written all over her pale features. "Don't give me that look, babe, I just wanted to hang out with you." Stu pouts setting her down her face remaining just as solemn. "You have a girlfriend for that, moron." She narrows her eyes as she crosses her arms. He rolls his eyes completely ignoring the mentioning of his girlfriend. "Oh come on what were you gonna do, go home and unpack all those boxes sitting in your living room?" Stu teased with a jab to the arm.

Quinn's expression of annoyance twists into one of suspicion. "How did you know I had boxes to unpack?" She asked slowly walking up to Stu. He stumbles back slightly turning away from the girl looking nervous. "Well you just moved didn't you so I can only assume you have loads of stuff to unpack." Stu says smoothly.

"How did you know they were in my living room?" She asked again stepping even closer. "That's where most people keep their boxes when they move right?" Stu asks rhetorically. "I suppose..." She trails off eyeing him suspiciously, only for him to give her a cocky smile.

"Well anyway, I'm gonna go beg Randy for a ride and a job, Au revoir." She turned leaving before offering a lazy wave behind her. "Wait, hold up!" Stu quickly caught up— grabbing her shoulders stopping her in her tracks. "Yes?" Quinn asked as her eye twitched. "I can give you a ride ya know." The boy said with a roll of the tongue and a flirtatiously brow.

"And why should I accept that offer?" Quinn asked jerking her arm back towards her side making Stu frown. "Cause Meeks already left, and I'm way better than that horror obsessed virgin anyway." Stu grinned with pride as she sighed.

"Where's your car?" She mumbles slumping her shoulders as Stu excitedly takes her hand dragging her to his vehicle. It was a rusty beat up truck with loads of trash filling the inside. Stu had to move a bunch of beer bottles and junk food wrappers before the girl could even see the passenger seat. Once Quinn finally managed to get in she was overwhelmed with the smell of cigarettes, weed, cologne, and BO.