*Tyson’s POV*
I punch the wall as I climb the stairs, walking into the upstairs hallway. Pictures sway and then one falls. I curse and backtrack down the stairs, picking it up gingerly. There’s a crack down the middle. It’s a picture of me, Quinn, and Emily when we were kids. Gently I lay it against the wall.
I’m still angry through. When I swing my door open and find Quinn sitting on his bed in his boxers and only his boxers my anger is temporarily forgotten. It’s remembered the second he see’s me, looks at me with eye’s full of loathing, and hides his lovely body under the sheets. I really want to rip those sheets off.
“You’ll ever belive what happened today” I spit. I’m so pissed.
“I don’t understadn why you think I’d care” he yawns lazily, and his phone buzzes. He pick it up and starts texting. Even though he’s upset with me, deep down I know he still cares, so I launch into my story anyways. I tell him all about Riley fucking up things for me and Katy.
“Wow, do you relly think I care at all?” he says when I’m done. His eye’s are glued to his phone.
Without hesitation I jump onto him, careful not to crush my boy. He whimpers, his body and mind visibly arguing with one an other well I make myself a spot lying between his legs. I rest my head in the in of his neck well he fidgetts, enjoying the contact and hating me. “You love me” I tell him.
“I used to..” he mumbles. This horrifies me to no end.
“What do you mean?!” I ask, holding back tears. I nuzzle against his neck.
“How could I love someone who only thinks about himself” Quinn replies. His phone buzzes.
I grab it before he can though, and flip it open, rolling over so it’s my back pressed agaist him rather then my stomach. The message is from Tia. There talking about his hickey and where it came from. He’s trying to convince her she gave it to him. “Why are you talking to her?” I pout.
“She’s my girlfriend” he replies, stealing the phone back. I tilt my head abck to look at him.
“Can I have a kiss?” I plead. His lips look so yummy from this angle. Any angle really.
“No” he snaps, texting back with rapid speed. I glower.
“I hate that bitch. You’re mine Quinn, not some emo broods” I whine.
He then gets out from under me. Standing, I get a lovely view of his body. I reach out to touch it, but my hand is slapped down like I’m a toddler reaching for candy. Let me tell you-he is candy. I just want to lick an bite him all over until were both sticky. “I’m not yours” he tells me.
I feel like my heart is breaking. I would have broken up with Katy when he asked if I could of, I really would have. I loved him so much it hurt and I regretted this whole thing. But Riley wanted revenge. I knew he did because Katy had told me. I needed her a little bit longer.
“Don’t look at me like that..” he mutters. I recah out for him again-he steps back. I give him my puppy look. This only get’s me a sigh though, no contact with his always warm always fresh skin, which tasted like candy and smelt like vanilla. “Seriously” he snaps “Stop”
“You’re just mad because I gave you a hickey” my hand persists, going out to touch the hickey itself.
Again I’m denied. It’s really starting to get on my nerves. I’m extremely used to having his body there, always an arms reach away, ready to satisfy my Quinn craving. Well.. Most of my Quinn cravings. He held onto his V card in an amazingly tight grip.
