His Little Ruin

8|Jaxon Adler

8|Jaxon Adler

All day everyday me and Quinn have been hanging out. But the only things shared between us were a few looks and small okays and cools

We will never get past the awkward stage and it bothers me. It eating at my skin but I won't say anything. As of right now I was doing work for music class and she was at the bottom of the bed reading a book she had got from the library days ago

Placing the notebook down I grab her by her ankles and pull her causing her to let out a scream, "Tell me about yourself Thatcher." I declared as I gaze into her crystal orbs

Sitting up she crosses her legs and gives me all of her attention after she stuck her book mark in the book

"I'm from hell." is all she admitted

She wasn't joking about it I could tell. Her face was blank and she just kept eye contact with me. My body tensed up. But I ignore it before speaking

Sighing I crack my knuckles, "I'm from Seattle. It rains a lot there. I have no siblings. And my mother is sick at home. My father's out of my life." Taking a deep breath I look down at my hands

Why am I telling her about this. She doesn't care. I don't even like her

"My mother is an angel but she's an idiot. She stays with my abusive father in his palace. I ran away to college. But besides that i'm from Greece." she lets out a wobbly sigh

For a second I think I'm dreaming. A tear escaped her eye and slid down her rosy cheeks. I take my hand and brush my thumb over it wiping it away

"We don't need to be speaking about these things, I don't care to speak about my life." she grumbled before getting up and leaving my room

I wanna know more

With that said, I pick up my laptop and search up her full name. Maybe I could find out about her family. She's hiding things. I could tell from a mile away

...

Her father's name is Niccolo Thatcher. From what I found out he's dangerous. I've found all of his jail records and most of them have been because of murder. Guy is a killing machine

I see some similarities between them. They have the same blue eyes and that cold look on each of their faces gives me chills. Quinn Thatcher what don't I know about you that everyone else does

I'm going to find out

...

Everyone's back home so we're all huddled up in the living room or some of us are in the kitchen. The girls are making dinner while us guys are drinking and patiently waiting to set the table

The only reason these girls show their faces here every other day is because one of them is Wyatt's girlfriend soon to be wife at this point

Idiot won't stop bragging about how her parents gave him their blessing if he ever asked to marry her. I wonder what pitiful lies he's told them about himself

Because let's be real Wyatt isn't all good. He gets into trouble from time to time. Just not more than me

"Food almost done, semen carrier?." I've been calling Quinn this all day and god if her anger hasn't turned me on before it surely has now when she grabs the hot pan and sits it on top of my hand

My face turning red I push the damned thing off of my hand and let out a hiss. It hurt but it turned me on the way her evil eyes glared at me. And that hot ass smirk of hers drove me crazy

Chuckling she takes the pan, "There I did those girls a huge favor. Try putting that filthy hand in someone's cunt."

My little ruin