Where She Lies

Chapter 8: Explain Yourself, Mr. Deupre

As we walk through Trevor's front door I walk over to his living room and flop down on a couch. I huff out of annoyance and impatiently wait for the other two to come over. It only takes them a few seconds to come over, but there's about two minutes of silence.

"Well," I speak up and cross my arms, "Care to explain?"

"Which part?" Quinn looks me directly in the eyes.

"How do you know Trevor?" I choose to ask first.

"Trevor, Andi, and I used to go to the same school. Simple. Next question?"

"How come you aren't in jail?" I continue to interrogate him.

"Ah," Quinn gives me an amused smile, "That's a funny story. I heard that I was going to be executed soon from a guard that knows me well. I wasn't supposed to know, but he's a family friend, so he warned me. I was only supposed to know that I was going to be transported."

"And?" I stare at him expectantly.

"And the guard gave me a key to the handcuffs before it was time to transport me. Once we were in the parking lot he told the other guards that he could handle transporting me. They didn't like that idea though, so he had to knock them out and then hide them in a police van. They'll wake up and get out of the van easily without remembering what happened." Quinn says.

"What makes you think that they won't remember what happened?" I frown.

"My friend figured that they'd be resistant to the idea of him alone transporting me, so he drugged their drinks." Quinn shrugs nonchalontley.

"Okay," I unfold my arms, "But if the officer was a family friend why did he take your side? Why didn't he take Wyatt's?"

Quinn's gaze suddenly turns sharp at the mention of his brother and his smile falters. His eyes flicker to the floor and back up to me with a strange look in them.

"The better question is why did you take my side?" Quinn continues to stare at me.

"I don't know...I just did. I guess you could call it following my intuition." I say.

"Exactly," Quinn nods, "That's what the guard did too."

I'm getting the feeling that he isn't telling me the entire truth about this. It's almost as if the guard had a reason to trust Quinn instead of Wyatt, not just intuition. I suppose I'll have to let it go for now. I'd also like to ask him why he was in jail in the first place, but I think that I should wait to ask about that.

"Alright," Trevor claps and grins, "Enough with the serious talk for now. Don't get me wrong, we still have a lot to discuss, but who wants lunch?"

"Oh crap," A thought suddenly crosses my mind, "Today's Friday, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Trevor arches an eyebrow, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"I have classes today in about two hours. Since I'm at your house it'll probably take me an extra ten to fifteen minutes to get there. I go to the local college that's about ten minutes from my house so that means it'll take around twenty to twenty-five minutes to get there now. I don't have classes on Wednesdays, Thursdays, or Sundays. Man, I completely forgot!"

"You can't leave." Quinn states in a bored tone.

"What? Why not!" I glare at him.

"Won't it seem suspicious that you and Trevor were the last ones to come visit me right before I suddenly went missing?" Quinn says.

"He has a point, you know." Trevor adds.

"Oh shut up, you aren't helping." I turn my piercing gaze to Trevor.

Trevor just rolls his eyes and smiles as he leaves the room.

"Sorry, but you're staying here. Don't worry, I can keep you company. After all, who wouldn't want to spend time with me?" Quinn smirks.

"You're quite full of yourself, aren't you?" I refrain from rolling my eyes so far back into my head that they disappear.

"Nah, not really. I'm just stating a simple fact." He shrugs.

"Hey, Quinn," I take the opportunity to question him some more, "Why is Wyatt out to get you?"

"Well that was blunt." His smirk falls.

"Uh, sorry, I'm just curious. It doesn't make any sense to me."

"That's a story for another time." Quinn sighs.

"Okay..."

There's a few seconds of painful silence as we just sit there. Thankfully, Trevor walks back into the room. Sadly, he only came to grab his iPhone before going back to wherever he was. Quinn sighs and stands up, causing me to look at him curiously.

"I guess you can't miss your classes, so I'll just have to escort you." He says.

"But I thought you said-"

"I know what I said." Quinn rolls his eyes.

"Isn't it kind of, I don't know, stupid for you to go out in public? If it's already a risk for me to go out alone then why should you come with? Especially since you're considered a criminal on the run now."

"Yeah, it's stupid, but you'll need someone to watch out for you." Quinn replies.

"Why would I need someone to look out for me? It's not like law enforcement will come kidnap me or something." I say.

"They won't, but someone else might..." Quinn mutters.

"What?" I continue to stare at him with a confused look plastered on my face.

"Nevermind," Quinn shakes his head, "Do you want to go to your classes or not?"

"I do."

"Then let's go. I'll text Trevor once we leave because if I tell him now there's no chance that he'll let us go." Quinn says quietly.

"Okay then," I stand up next to Quinn, "Let's go."

Quinn gives me a quick smile as we walk to the front door and step outside. Before I can even ask how we're going to get there he spins Trevor's car keys around on his finger and winks at me with amusement.

"Now he's really going to be annoyed." I chuckle.

"Yeah, that's the point." Quinn chuckles as well.

I shake my head and sigh as I climb into the vehicle. This guy really is something else.