Not Your Girl

3: The Encouter

"Hurting someone with the truth is better than killing them with a lie." -Unknown.

∞ "Talk ": Koadaline ∞

My alarm clock screeched in my ears. I rolled over in my bed to check the time. 6:00 a.m.

"Quinn! Get up!" My mother yelled at me from downstairs. I groggily managed to drag my lifeless body into the wash room. I splashed water in my face, attempting to duplicate the Dove™ commercials but just ended up making a huge mess... Once I had woken myself up, I proceeded tp comb my deadly mess of blonde hair. I applied some makeup. Foundation, mascara, eyeliner. Simple yet effective.

"Hurry up!" My mom yelled again. I hurried to get dressed and ran down to the kitchen.

I chopped up a ripe banana and drizzled honey over the slices. Quickly, I slipped on my shoes while eating.

"Bye, see you after school." My mother tossed me by back pack.

Crap. Now I have to take the bus... Right as I began walking, a familiar black motorcycle stopped right next to me.

"Emmet?" I looked at my friend questionably. He handed me a spare helmet and motioned for me to hop on.

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"Hey!" Ashley welcomed me with open arms as I set foot on the battlefield, I mean school. "Don't go to the lockers." She warned me. But of course, being the stubborn human being I am, I went to the lockers.

And there I saw, the boy who tore open my heart, sucking face with the school's little princess...

"Bloody hell..." I mumbled under my breath. "Get a room! Some of us have to get to our lockers..." I rolled my eyes in disgust.

"Oh, sorry." That bitch dared to giggle.

"Hey Quinn, can I talk to you?" Nathan nervously massaged the back of his neck.

"In your dreams, peasant." I gave him the fakest smile I could muster and walked away sassily.

"Wait!" He tried to call after me. How dare he even try.

"I warned you." Ashley told me in a sing-song tone. As we walked into history class I could hear a group on girls talk about me.

"Look at her knuckles!" One of them whispered.

"You better shut your trap if you dont want your blood on my knuckles too." I snapped at her.

"What happened to my sweet and innocent Quinn?" Louis pouted mockingly.

"She's dead." I smirked.

"Feisty. Me likey." He began to lick his lips slowly.

"Don't flatter yourself Lou." I laughed.

"I do as I please." He sassed and sat down right behind me.