Not Your Girl

8: In his arms.

"He who is deserted by friends and relatives will often find help and sympathy from strangers. "-Imam Ali

∞ "Hush": Biometrix ft. Charlie Brix∞

•Quinn•

I woke up to a pair of strong arms holding me tight.

"Nathan?" I let out a groggy croak, my heart longed for him to be the one holding me yet my brain was warning me.

"No..." The boy sighed "Taylor,"
"Who the fuck is Taylor?" I had never met him before, but I was too tired to get out of his grasp.

"Ya no shit Sherlock, I'm new. But I'll have you know I know everyone's name here. I have an overly enthusiastic friend who told me all about your school," he rambled. His voice  was a strange mix between a British and Australian accent.

"Hmm, care to enlighten me? What the fuck am I doing here and why are you holding me like a newborn?" I turned to see the face of my capturer.

Taylor had a messy heap of brown hair on his head, close resemblance to fetus Harry styles but he had a little less hair. He wore a pair of "nerd" glasses that caged his beautiful green eyes. Taylor's face was kind of squared and his jaw line wasn't like Nathan's but shit he was hot.

"Cough cough, you got into a deadly fight with the queen of the school, I broke it off yay me, carried you to the LU and you vomited then passed out," Taylor explained.

A throbbing pain shot down my back. It was as if someone was dragging a knife down my spine slowly.

"FUCK!" I screeched in pain. "P-Pass... Jack-Jacket..." I stuttered between gritted teeth. Taylor quickly passed my jacket to me and I fumbled through my too many frigging pockets. My bruised fingers finally found what I was looking for. A bandage wrap.

≤Taylor≥

I watched in shock as Quinn swiftly removed her muscle tee. Damn she had a nice pair of lumps.

"What? Never seen a pair of covered tits?" She spat mockingly. "Help me wrap this thing around myself, start under my boobs and end above my waist." She commanded without doubt. I did as I was told.

I gave her the remanding bandage and watched as she wrapped it around her swollen hands.

"How many people or things did u hit for your hands to be like that?" I was sort of in shock. She looked down at her hands and contemplated.

"Humm, a boxing bag, Nathan, the school's bitch..." Quinn counted of her fingers, "Oh! And a mirror,"

A/N: OK OK! Yell at me all you like I deserve it! Shit guys I haven't updated since like May or something I'm really really sorry :/ I've been busy with school and other books. Sowwy! I hope you enjoyed this chapter please give me feedback and tell your friends and followers about my book :) I love you guys xx Sasha