I repeat: this is NOT A PART OF THE ATG EPILOGUE SUBMISSION.
Disclaimer: All That Is Gold is definitely not mine (no matter how much I wish it was, haha) and hence I also do not own the character of Quinn.
This chapter is dedicated to everyone who voted and commented on the last chapter. You guys are...more than gold 😉.
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"Byyyyyeeeeee!"
Quinn frowned, wondering who had just made that atrociously high-pitched noise. When she came upon the realisation that it was in fact herself who had made the sound, she let out a bout of giggles and snuggled into her boyfriend's side.
She took a whiff of his shirt, detecting a hint of mint mixed with soap.
Although this discovery was nothing new, Quinn still found the small fact unbelievably hilarious. "You smell goooooood," Quinn drawled.
She could almost hear the laughter in Brent's reply. "And you, my dear, are drunk."
Confusion swelled up inside her. Drunk? What a silly idea! Why would she be drunk?
She couldn't remember. Didn't want to remember.
Brent plopped her into the shotgun seat of his truck, buckling her in before going to the driver's side.
"I'm driving you back to the Delta house. Is that alright?"
Quinn gazed into those chocolate brown eyes. Lavished in the care and concern she saw in them. This was what she needed. Sweet, assertive. Normal. Not bejewelled green. Not someone who frustrated and challenged her. Not someone who made her blood spike-
She cut off her current train of thought. Even without her usual clear-head, she understood that going down that road involved nothing but pain.
Pain that she shouldn't even be feeling in the first place.
But before Quinn could cut off her thoughts from transferring into speech, the words had already escaped from her mouth. "No. Take me to Henderson Park."
Brent hesitated for the briefest of seconds, before nodding his compliance and driving away from the house packed with drunk, sweaty college students.
Quinn leant her head against the window as they drove the small distance to the park, murmuring her agreement and laughing in the places that required her to do so as Brent recounted the events of the party. Her mind, however was elsewhere. Psychoanalysing why she'd asked to go to Henderson Park. Why her head just wouldn't stop spinning. Why she'd gotten herself that way in the first place.
Before she could reach a conclusion, they'd arrived at the park, and Quinn jumped out of the car, nearly kissing the pavement as spots rushed into her vision.
She felt a steadying hand wrap around her waist and lead them towards the dew-covered bench. Brushing away the moisture, Brent say both of them down.
"The night is so lovely, don't you think?"
Not as lovely as it had been all those weeks ago, Quinn thought, not like it had been with a certain green-eyed boy who could move mountains- or describe them in startling detail- with his words.
Stop it, Quinn. There's no use staying in the past, wishing for the imposs-
"What did you say?" Quinn lifted her head as Brent stood up, anger, confusion and hurt swimming in his expressive eyes.
