𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐃 | quinn hughes

three

everly

I MADE MY WAY DOWN the elevator to the parking garage where savannah was waiting for me. i knew she would be mad at me for taking so long, but i'd deal with it later. i opened the passenger side door and got in, savannah yawning and pointing to her wrist where a watch would be.

"took you long enough," savannah complained, reversing her car out of the parking spot and then driving out of the parking garage. "i could've grown a mustache, and i'm a girl!"

i roll my eyes at my dramatic roommate. "whatever you say, sav." i reply without banter, which concerns her. we roll into the grocery store parking lot and sav parks the car, turning to look at me.

"you usually don't go down without a fight ev," savannah states. i look down at my hands. "what happened?" she asked.

i debated on telling her that quinn texted me a couple minutes ago, but ultimately decide to just tell her the truth, because she'd find out anyway.

"quinn texted me this morning." i confess and savannah raises her eyebrow. she grabs her purse and signals me out of the car.

"that's a lot of commitment right there," savannah points out. "he usually just calls really late. i think you should text him back and see if he replies at all." we grab a cart and start walking down the aisles of the store, grabbing food we might need.

"he pretty much said the same thing in the text that he does on the phone." i say back, pulling my phone out to show her the texts.

she grabs my phone and reads it, taking a lot longer than a normal person. i clear my throat to get her attention, and raise my eyebrow.

"i'm just reading between the lines ev," savannah says, handing the phone back to me and pushing the cart down the snack aisle. "there could be some hidden meaning in there." she finishes with a serious tone. i nearly laugh.

"it's just a simple text savannah," i chuckle lightheartedly. "and it's from quinn, so you know there's no hidden meaning." i slip my phone back into my pocket.

there's a moment of silence. i could tell savannah was thinking of a solution or a possible way around it.

"what if you text brock?" she suggests. "maybe he'll help you figure out what to do."

i sigh. "wouldn't that be weird though? i haven't talked to him since he helped me move out of him and quinn's apartment."

i think back to that day. quinn was at the rink, clueless that i was moving out. brock and petey agreed to help me move the heavy stuff and pack the boxes into their cars to bring them to savannah and i's apartment. they knew the situation, brock a little more than petey because he lived with us.

brock cracked jokes and sang lana del rey in the car with me, something quinn would never do. we danced around in the parking garage, forgetting that petey was the only one moving boxes. and he later scolded us for acting like children.

people on social media often times thought that brock and i were together because quinn was always out drinking, paying no attention to his girlfriend. i never felt that way about brock, he was always just a friend. but there were times i wished quinn would treat me the way brock did.