𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘| Quinn (Timecut) [COMPLETED]

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APRIL 16, 2003
THE MALL
T-MINUS TEN MINUTES UNTIL ALEXIS' MURDERED

Alexis strolled into the donut shop, her cheeks still pink from soccer practice and her hair tied up in a messy ponytail. She looked around the small, cozy place, spotting her boyfriend, Quinn, behind the counter. He was focused on icing a fresh tray of donuts, his brows knitted in concentration as he added sprinkles in a neat, colorful pattern. When he finally glanced up and saw her, his face lit up, and he flashed her a quick smile.

"Hey, superstar," he called, his voice carrying a hint of teasing. "You want your usual?"

"Duh," Alexis replied, hopping up on one of the stools at the counter and leaning forward, resting her elbows on the polished surface. "You know me too well."

Quinn chuckled as he grabbed a chocolate-glazed donut and started adding an extra drizzle of caramel-just the way she liked it. He looked over at her, noticing the frown tugging at her lips and the way her fingers tapped anxiously on the counter. "Alright, spill. I can tell something's on your mind."

Alexis let out a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes. "Ugh, it's just... the girls on my team are the worst sometimes. Like, they're so rude and preppy. It's like they think they're better than everyone else just because they have matching scrunchies and wear perfectly coordinated outfits. They act like they're untouchable or something."

Quinn raised an eyebrow, biting back a grin as he handed her the donut. "I mean, babe... you're kinda the most popular girl on the team."

Alexis looked at him, caught off guard for a moment. "Yeah, but I'm nice to people, Quinn. I don't act like I'm better than anyone. I talk to people outside of my little group, you know? And I don't make people feel like they don't belong just because they're not wearing designer shoes or whatever."

Quinn smirked, leaning on the counter and watching her as she took an aggressive bite of her donut. "So, you're saying... you're like, the 'good' kind of popular?"

She glared at him playfully, swallowing her bite. "Yes, exactly! There's a difference, Quinn. It's like, they're all about appearances and status, and it drives me insane. I mean, come on-there's more to life than keeping up some perfect, preppy image."

Quinn let out a soft laugh, crossing his arms. "Says the girl who coordinates her scrunchie with her cleats."

"Okay, first of all, that's different," Alexis shot back, rolling her eyes but smiling despite herself. "Just because I like looking cute doesn't mean I look down on people who don't. I'm actually nice to everyone. I want people to like me because of who I am, not because they're afraid of me or whatever."

Quinn chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, I know. You wouldn't be sitting here with me if you were that type of 'popular,' right?" He gave her a lopsided grin, his gaze softening.