House of Cards [ON HOLD]

Chapter Three: "Great I had angered the bad boy."

Chapter Three: "Great, I had angered the bad boy."

A/N: Quinn Gabrielle Warner as Francisco Lachowski, picture above.

I rubbed my eyes for the billionth time, check if I'm seeing this correctly. Quinn is Harpers older brother?

Can't be.

Right?

I stood up and went to the nearest public washroom. I hate public washroom, those washroom that has no flush at all and sink. I can literally smell shits. I pinched my nose from preventing more smell get to me, as I was still thinking twice whether I pee or not because I saw a urine right on where you usually sit.

Bad shooter.

I shook my head and head outside whilst I removed my hand from my nose to breath some polluted air that the person I dislike with great intensity breaths too. Someone covered my mouth and slammed me on their cold stone chest. I winced in pain.

My karate instincts kicking in, I stepped on the  person's toe, grabbing his hand, twisting it as I did so I pinned him down on the wall with my right arm against his neck. Before I could register who the person is, I kneed him where the lights don't shine.

My eyes widen as I realized who it was. I quickly let go of him and he fell on the ground holding his crotch.

"Geez, what the fuck was that for, Sadie?!" Quinn cursed in pain.

"Oh my gosh, are you alright?!" I asked, feeling a pang of guilt and kneeled down to face his level.

"Well, no shit sherlock!" He snapped, his face turning red, as veins in his neck was much more visible.

"Here, let me help you get up." I suggested, before he can even protest, I grabbed his arm and sling it over me. I let him sit on the bench I was sitting on moments ago.

"I really hope girls would grow a penis so they'll know the struggle." He muttered under his breath thinking I didn't hear it.

I slapped his arm and he put his hands on one of those fighting gestures except not with a fist, but with an open hand.

I chuckled, "If that's what you wish. Then girls hope that boys get periods too, so they'll know the struggle."

"Boys hardly ever get hit down there. Girls, on the other side. We get it 12 times in a year, every month, for 7 days or so... plus add on the effects. Being hungry all the time, very bipolar, stupid acnes appearing, stupid cramps, insecurities, and bitch mode." I lectured him, and he just sat there speechless.

"Wrong move I'm guessing?" Quinn said, smiling nervously, as he moves farther away from me.

I smirked, "Bitch one."

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"We're home!" I declared as I threw the keys on the kitchen table. I took out a water bottle from the fridge and started I chugged on it. I noticed a small note on the fridge.

Hey honey, your dad and I decide to go watch some movies while you guys are out. Oh, and there's a basket there filled with some goods, please deliver it to our new next door neighbors. Be polite!
xoxo Supermum ;)

I put the note back on the fridge and grabbed the basket. I told Riley I'll be next door delivering the basket. That house hasn't been been for sale for two months and someone already bought it.

I rang the doorbell and the door opened. My eyes enlarge at the sight before me.

"Hey there, Chica." Quinn winked, leaning on the door frame, putting his hands in his front pocket.