pretty boy - quinn hughes

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LEXIE'S POV

Logan and Lexie's apartment 

Logan and I were hanging out on the couch watching the bachelor when I got a text from Quinn, inviting us to a party that his teammate was hosting that night. I asked Logan if she wanted to go which was a stupid question since Logan never turned down a good party. He was picking us up at 7 so we had around 5 or so hours until he would be here. 

After binge watching the bachelor for three hours we decided to go and start getting ready for the party. Quinn told me to wear jeans and a nice top so I went into my closet and started the search for a cute outfit. I ended up with some Levis 501s that I had taken from Logan, with a white silk top. The jacket I was going to wear was a vintage Harley Davidson one that my dad wore growing up, with my go-to black purse and my custom nike blazers. 

For the makeup I went with a simple base with some white eyeliner on my water line, drawing on a black wing on each eye to make them look longer. I left my hair down and brought a claw clip with me just in case I wanted to put it up. 

Logan was wearing a mini skirt and a black bodysuit underneath, paired with her signature white cowboy boots and a jean jacket. She had curled her long blond hair, putting it in a half up-half down. Logan normally liked to dress up more than me, so she gave me a weird look when she saw I was wearing jeans and some sneakers.

"I love how tomboy you are Lex" she told me. "Actually no, your so canadian"

I laughed at her comment knowing exactly what she meant. Logan was born and raised in New York before moving to Vancouver a couple years ago. She still talks about how people only wear jeans here and how people in New York would think I'm way underdressed. Her great fashion sense was one of the main reasons why I love her so much, she's like my very own Serena van der Woodsen.

My phone buzzed with a notification from Quinn letting me know he was five minutes away. Logan and I finished our final touches before leaving our apartment and walking down to meet Quinn.

Quinns Car

When Quinn came to pick us up there was another boy in the passenger seat so Logan and I both got into the backseat. I recognised him from the rink but I let Quinn introduce us properly. Elias said hi to me saying how he recognised me before turning to Logan and saying hi, with an unfortunate flirty tone behind it. Once we started driving I properly introduced Logan and Quinn, all of us laughing about how she interrupted us the other night. 

 It was a 30 minute drive to get to Demkos house, who lived outside of Vancouver in a nicer area. Quinn let me have aux so I played some Morgan Wallen, singing my heart out to his new album. Logan was singing along as well, trying to get Quinn to sing too but he refused. Elias didn't know any words and told us about how people in Sweden would call this music trash. I caught Quinn glancing back in the rearview mirror a few times, smiling when he realised I was looking back at him. 

The Party

Demkos house was massive, I think I even heard Logan gasp when we pulled up. Quinn parked his car and lead us to the front door while Elias was equally shocked as us. We knocked on the door and waited for him to come and open, while Logan sang nervously. I took a few deep breaths before the door swung open revealing a familiar face.

"C'mon in guys" Brock said.