The Boy In My Dreams

Chapter Five: Secrets

I watch as Quinn pulls up into the parking lot. He gets out of his car, shoving his keys into his pocket. I don't know why, but I felt so excited to see him. I look down at my phone pretending not care. He groans sitting down in the chair rubbing his forehead. 

"Whats wrong?" I ask turning around to face. He reaches for a cliff bar.

"Nothing," I watch him tear open the wrapper desperate to get to the bar. "Just hate being here." I sigh looking back to my phone. I think that means he hate me? I think, right?

"Same," I lie. I look up when a figure covers the sun. 

"It isn't accepting my credit card." A woman says holding up the card. I turn my head over to Quinn, he smiles looking at the woman.  She is very beautiful, she has long black hair and a skinny body. She was the complete opposite of me, I have neck length blonde hair and I am not a stick figure. I watch as Quinn quickly gets up walking after her. I am so confused, yesterday he was perfect, he was fun to be around but today he is like a completely different person. I watch as she shows him to her BMW. I moan rubbing my forehead. God, I hate living here. I watch them as he tries and the credit card goes in. She hugs him and grabs his hand. I swallow hard, I wanted to look away but I couldn't. She writes something down on the top of his hand. He smiles and walks off. I quickly look back down to my phone.

"Did you fix the problem?" I mumble under my breath. 

"Yeah," he looks down at his hand, rubbing off what she wrote down. 

"What are you doing?" I ask, he looks up at me. 

"Erasing her number, I don't have a phone so I can't even use it." I quickly turn off my phone, putting it in my pocket. I felt like since he didn't have one, my phone shouldn't be out. It was unfair. He finishes the rest of the bar, and leans back in his chair looking at me. "Tell me something about yourself." I turn over to him, bringing my right leg to my chest.

"Why do you want to know so much about me?" 

"Because I want to know about the person I am working with." I nod my head. "So?"

"Well, if I tell you something about me you have to tell me something about you." I smile, biting my lip. There he is. There's the Quinn from yesterday. 

"Deal," he raises his eyebrows at me like he was telling me to continue. I look up in the air, thinking. Just looking at him made me want to tell him about what happened to my dad. But I couldn't.

"When I was ten I fed a popsicle to a llama at the zoo." He scrunches his eyebrows together smiling.

"What?" He laughs throwing his head back. His laugh made me laugh.

"You?" I ask as we start to settle down after five minutes of laughing. 

"Uh, I emancipated myself from my parents last year." Ugh, now I have to tell him something deeper. Dammit. 

"Now I have to tell you a second thing." He shakes his head slowly. 

"Yeah," I smile at him.

"My family is fake."

"Wow," he says sarcastically. "Tell me something about therapy." I groan looking around.

"I can't open up. Okay, now we are equal." 

"Okay, whatever you say."

"Okay, I say that." He smiles at me. Every time he looks at me I can feel my head clog up and my body get warm. "I have a question." 

"Okay."

"Why don't you just call her on a landline? She is beautiful, why did you erase her number?" He pulls his chair closer to mine so there are just inches between us.

"Okay, that was two questions and she's not really my type." He whispers at me. I can feel my heart thumping in my chest. He pulls away, not keeping his eyes off of me. "Beside, I am into blondes." He says getting out of his chair and walking into the bathroom. I smile, my face hurting, and my heart aching. 

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." I mutter under my breath. This is amazing, I couldn't stop thinking about him. He comes back out of the bathroom, and sits in the chair, locking eyes with me. I stare at him back. I didn't think I could ever feel this way after my dad died. We stare at each other for the rest of our shift. And I loved it.