Car Pool {c.h.}

0.9

quinn drags me to my couch, zoe squirming around. quinn makes a comment about the "mangy mutt". calum would never say that.

"why are you really here?" i cross my arms strictly, zoe hiding behind my legs.

"not important, let's talk about my wedding!" she spreads scraps of magazine and rubbing across my coffee table. she throws out my sticky notes, making me frown. quinn blabs on and i can't seem to concentrate. i had just told calum i loved him and there was no way i could get his lips off my mind.

"quinn, i have to go." i stand up grabbing my jacket off it's hook.

"going to screw calum already?" she laughs, pulling me back down.

"no, i don't sleep around. unlike you, i am a virgin." i fire back, i never fired back, and i usually did not intervene with other people's sexual preferences.

"stop kidding around, those are clearly his sweat pants. they are way to big for you. and you totally slept at his house!" she laughs again, this was serious and she was laughing?

"these are his sweatpants and guess what i did sleep at his house. tell me why you are here!" i demand, stomping my foot down.

"you haven't texted me in a week." she looks down sadly in her lap.

"that's it?" quinn nods, her blonde hair shaking around.

"a week?"

"a week! you always text me! no one wants to talk to me anymore! it's so upsetting!" she cries, her heavy mascara drooling down her cheeks. i felt half sympathetic for the older girl.

"what about derrick?"

"derrick talks to me all the time." her words let out through sobs.

"quinn, you're being ridiculous. there have been times where we don't text for weeks. you just wanted to get in my business." it was true, she never needed me texting her. i know there was probably months we didn't talk as well.

i step into my room, grabbing my purse and a new outfit, which i shoved into my bag.

"you know where the door is." i say, before stepping out and walking down the hall.

"is everything okay esme?" calum looks concerned for me, which i wish he wasn't.

"i guess." i stutter, glancing around the parking lot.

"well, if it's not, i'm always here for you." he take me hand, rubbing circles on the surface.