𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘| Quinn (Timecut) [COMPLETED]

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APRIL 16, 2003
THE GARAGE

The school's garage-turned-woodshop was dimly lit, with the scent of sawdust lingering in the air, mingling with the faint whir of machinery in the background. Rusted tools, half-finished projects, and old, splintered workbenches filled the space, creating an atmosphere of quiet, gritty industriousness. Alexis and Quinn stood in the middle of it, facing Lucy, a girl who seemed out of place not just in her appearance but in the way she held herself—a mix of nerves and a strange sort of authority. They had only met her recently, but she was about to change everything they thought they knew.

Lucy's voice, low and hesitant but steady, cut through the silence. "I'm... from the future," she said simply, her words hanging in the air like a strange, intangible mist.

Alexis blinked, her expression a blend of disbelief and excitement as she tried to process what Lucy had just said. Her mind spun in circles, tripping over itself in its desperate attempt to comprehend. Quinn, on the other hand, gave a short, scoffing laugh, crossing his arms over his chest in a classic stance of skepticism.

"You're from the future?" Quinn repeated, his voice laced with doubt. The disbelief in his tone wasn't surprising; after all, who would believe something like that?

Lucy didn't flinch, just nodded solemnly. The seriousness in her gaze didn't falter, as if she knew this would be hard to believe but was prepared for it.

Alexis's eyes were wide, darting between Quinn and Lucy, her breath catching in anticipation. A part of her wanted to believe, wanted to cling to the thrill of the impossible suddenly being real.

"Prove it," Quinn said, narrowing his eyes. "If you really are."

Without a word, Lucy slipped her hand into her pocket, her movements calm and measured, and pulled out a slim, shiny device. She held it out toward them, her face unreadable but expectant, like she knew they'd be shocked but didn't mind.

Quinn and Alexis exchanged a bewildered glance before Quinn reached out, cautiously taking the device from Lucy's outstretched hand. It felt cold and smooth in his palm, lighter than anything he'd held but with a strange weight of importance. He turned it over, inspecting the strange, glassy surface, noting the lack of any buttons or obvious dials.

"What... is this?" he asked, brow furrowing as he scrutinized the unfamiliar object.

"It's my phone," Lucy replied, her voice steady but laced with the faintest hint of amusement, as if she'd been through this explanation before.

Alexis let out a soft, excited gasp, her eyes shining with wonder as she leaned in to look closer. "This is going to be my phone in 20 years?" she squeaked, an enthusiastic grin spreading across her face. The very idea of holding something from the future sent a rush of adrenaline through her.