His Little Ruin

1|Quinn Thatcher

1| Quinn Thatcher

College isn't how I wanted it to be. Everyone strays away from me like I'm an evil demon from hell. Which I don't blame them because of my history. I'm batshit crazy. Not something I'm proud of but it's something I've accepted at this point. And I have no problem with it

I have made a few friends though. I thought I'd never have a friend going to this school. Harvard University. Where all of the smart kids go. And I'm one of them shockingly

Avery and Estella were my bestfriends. They stuck by my side even though they knew my mental health wasn't great. I had serious issues. They've seen the side before and still stuck with me. They knew it wasn't my fault

I've been taking therapy for my issues since I was twelve. My mother blames this all on my dad. My dad is a killing machine. He's in a mafia. I don't know how my mom stays with him he's insane. Anyways every boy who has slept with me has tried leaving after sex

They didn't get too far. Everytime they tried I'd either catch them in the act or i kill them because I've given them too many chances. I wanna be loved. I wanna dominate someone. It's just who I am. But no one ever stays

"Hey Q, we going to that party on Friday?," Avery says to me as we walk inside of our writing class. Avery has been trying to get me to go to a party ever since we got into college

I just wouldn't budge. I'd either say i'm busy or I just tell her the straight out truth. No one wants me around because I scare the living day lights out of them

Her green blue doe eyes stare up at me causing me to groan. I look to our professor as she goes over a lesson. A boring lesson at that and then look back over to her. I wanna say no

She pokes her lip out at me, "I'll think about it, and that doesn't mean yes so don't go telling your jock," I sigh as I pick my pencil up already regretting my suggestion of "thinking" about it

This class was entirely too boring to the point I could fall asleep. It irritates me how slow this lady speaks about writing a damned journal entry. It was never that hard. If I can write notes for a song these idiots could write about a damn whale or something for all I care

Picking my things up I get up from my seat and walk out causing the professor to yell out my name but I ignored her and turned around the corner to see Estella and Donovan her bestfriend and my associate. The point is I hate him

"Left class again?," Estella asked.

I simply nod causing her to sigh and grab me to try and take me to my class but I pull away with all my strength. "I'm not going back, so let's go to the cafe," I shrug and walk away

Either her and her friend can follow me or they can keep walking around until their next class. Which i'm sure they don't wanna do that considering I'm sure they don't have a class yet

My next class isn't until 12. I have about an hour of free time. My next class is also a nightmare but I can cope with hockey jocks. Only because Avery's boyfriend Wyatt is in the class so he makes sure his friends don't mess with me. Not because they'll hurt my feelings

"You know at some point you have to go to class, grades don't just matter attendance does too," Donovan speaks as I swing the cafe door open. I try my best to ignore him but he keeps on yapping about my attendance

Groaning I eye him as we get into the line which was pretty short, "Donovan shut the fuck up before I cut your lips off," I groan.

Donovan fucking Bronson. Straight A student, in the chess club, great singer, but a legit goody to shoes that will make you wanna pull your pretty little eyes out. I'm not even kidding

Once we grabbed our coffees we took a seat in a booth. It was silent. I like the silence especially when Donovan isn't speaking it's like angels singing. Like I'm in heaven

The bell rings like it was nothing and all I hear are students filling the halls of the building. Which means I'll be in my next class in the next thirty minutes. In comes Avery who looks totally exhausted. But upset

"Quinn Thatcher you need to stop leaving that class, it could screw up everything for you," Avery tries not to raise her voice but it doesn't work causing me to hold in a small laugh

I pat the seat beside me and hand her the rest of my coffee. Let's face it she needs it more than I do, "Estella here and I guess Bronson here has told me the same thing, i'm about to get us a new teacher to be honest"

They all share looks between each other and then look back at me. "Q, how are you gonna do that?," Avery questions.

"Yea she's right, there's no way you'll get rid of her," Donovan adds.

I shrug my shoulders as I check the time. It's almost time for me to head out of this building and into the other for my music major. Getting up I nudge Avery out and she moves out of my way so I could leave. I flash them a mischievous smile before I disappear out of the cafe and into the halls

The only way I can get rid of her is by either actually getting her kicked out or by ending her life. I feel like option two will be the easiest way

Walking into the class room the hockey players are all at their seats and as always I take a seat next to Wyatt Ford my bestfriends boyfriend. He sat in the back like all of his other friends so that they weren't in the teachers sight. I kind of liked it back here

"Sup Q," Wyatt shakes my hand.

"So do you know anything about Mrs. Beckett?, Like any dirt?," I ask him quietly so that our professor doesn't hear us. At the moment he's playing us a clip of famous composers. I don't care for them

For a moment he had to think about it but then turns around to his friends to ask them the same question I've asked him. I didn't want them in my business at all. Narrowing my eyes at the fat headed boy I punch him in his arm

"I didn't want your friends in my business," I roll my eyes at him as he just simply rubs his shoulder. I hit hard. But he'll be fine he has muscle for god's sake

Chuckling is heard from behind me and I turn around to be met with a pair of brown eyes. Jaxon Adler. Hockey Captain. Whore Magnet. And Douche Bag. I know I can turn him around. He couldn't handle me if he wanted to

"Chill Quincy, we wanna help," he smirks as he chews on a toothpick. Does he seriously chew on those all day?. He didn't see it coming but I rip the toothpick out of his mouth and throw it across the room. Quincy?. Fucking Quincy?

I basically blow, "My names Quinn, Jaxon," I bite.

"Okay Q, Harley here says she has been sleeping with a student. But shockingly, it's a female," he snickers and I shrug, "You shrug as if you knew, this is legit funny news."

"Darling I knew she was the l in lgbtq, look at her," I turn in my seat paying attention to the lesson. These idiots are so far off this planet I don't even think they know what the word "auto" means. It's a simple word to be honest

"Quinn come up here and show the class what an Accent is," Mr.Miller said. He stood there waiting for me to answer but I didn't make a move at all, "It wasn't a question Miss.Thatcher, let's go," he huffs

I hate when people tell me what to do. Who does he think he's talking to. I ball my fist but get a tap on my shoulder. Looking to my side it's Wyatt and he gives me a pointed look

Right. Stay calm. No violence.

These days get longer and longer everyday

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