Through the Years (A Marcel the Marketing Guy Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Quinn's POV

5 Years Later

The music pounded in my ears and the alcohol slurred around in my brain. I wanted to get out of here. I looked around for my boyfriend, Evan. He was sitting on the couch with his friends drinking shots of tequila. I walked up to him as best as I could without tripping and smacked him with my clutch. Tonight he promised that he one, wouldn't do shots, and two, pay attention to me.

"Really, Evan!?!" He looked at me like I was a ghost, "I'm not doing this whole 'third wheel' anymore!"

"Quinny?! Where have you been?" He sat me down on his knee. "C'mon honey, have a shot."

"NO! I'm done!" I swatted away the glass that he began to hold up to my lips. I pushed myself off him and walked to the door. I went down the block as quickly as I could so I could get a taxi to my apartment. I grabbed one pretty quickly but, that's probably because it's 2 o'clock in the morning.

"343 Gold street." The driver nodded and drove off. We reached my apartment building and I gave him 7 bucks. I "ran" into the building. Since the alcohol hasn't completely worn off.

I took the elevator and pressed 14 and, then took my heels off and rubbed my feet.

The elevator dinged and I walked into the hallway. I made my way down to 121 and pushed my key card into the slot and back out. The lock clicked and I opened the door and turned on the light. I passed my room and dropped my shoes and clutch by my dresser and went into the bathroom. Taking off my makeup, I checked my phone to see a message from Evan.

ARE WE THROUGH?

I looked at it and didn't know what to do. If I break up with him, I'm scared he will do what Gale did. Yet, Evan was a really nice guy. He was sweet and my parents really liked him. Sadly, when he got drunk, he got a little too drunk.

I DON'T KNOW.

I pressed and held the lock screen and turned it off. I continued getting ready for bed. By the time I was done, I was going to get three hours of sleep. I shut my eyes and let darkness take over.

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My alarm woke me up at 5:30. Jumping out of bed, I took a quick shower and blow dried my hair. Thankfully, since last night I knew I was going to the club with Evan, I had picked out an outfit. A silk blouse, pleaded pants, suede pumps, and my Kate Spade bag I got from work. Yes, I work for Kate Spade and, I absolutely love my job. I'm a sales assistant so I do a lot of promoting for the company and basically keep everything under control. It's a pretty big job for me only being 23 but, hard work definitely pays off.

I run out my apartment with my phone in my hand. As I push the revolving door to exit the building, the crisp October air hits my skin. It's a good boost to get me moving faster but, coffee can always give me that extra kick. Making my way down my usual route in the morning I grab a espresso macchiato and blueberry muffin from Starbucks. Then looking at my watch and fast walking out the cafe, I go to the subway.

I insert my metrocard in the slot and walk in the grimy area. I wait for my subway to take me to my job for a couple minutes then step inside the transportation device as its doors slide open. I pug my headphones into my ears and start reading my 'Vogue' magazine. I try my best to keep myself awake for the 15 minute ride.

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"Happy friday, Montgomery!" Trisha my co-worker plops some papers on my desk. I smile at her.

"Hanson, how are you?"

"Good, are you in the meeting at 1?"

"Everyone's in that meeting." I roll my eyes at her, "I think even Spade might come."

"Or just video chat with us like every other time." I get up and place my finished papers in my file bin.

"Hahaha, funny. Want to get water with me?" Trisha nodded and we strolled out of my office into the break room.

I grabbed my water from the fridge and Trisha did the same. She sat down on the table and said, "Are you going to the party tonight?"

"No, I didn't even know there-"

"I found out this morning, too."

"Well, probably not. Last night I went out with Evan and..." I looked around and brought my voice to a whisper, "I got drunk for the first time." And she actually started laughing at me. I felt my cheeks get hot and drank some more water.

"You what?!?!" Trisha said between snickers. I shrugged. What was wrong with me getting drunk now? "Wait, have you ever been to a college party?" I shook my head. She looked for a second with a blank expression, "Are you a virgin?" I spit my water everywhere.

"WHAT?!" I shrieked.

"Jesus Quinn, wanna scream any louder?" She got up and walked away from the break room.

"What kind of question is that and, where did it come from?" I said catching up to her.

"Well, honey." She chuckled, "you've never been to a college party." I waited for her to keep explaining.

".....And???"

"Well....at college parties. You kinda have-" and as we made our way around the corner we almost ran into someone carrying a couple boxes in their arms.

"Oh, sorry." I said. They looked at me through the little peep hole they had made and dropped the boxes.

"Quinn?" It was a guy, a really attractive guy. He had a deep voice, green eyes, nicely gelled hair, and he wore a nice dress shirt and pants. Trisha elbowed me.

"Um, I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

"Marcel... Edwards. We went to Cranbrook?"

And right there I swear, I shitted myself.

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JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL!!!!! I AM SOOOOOOO SORRY GUYS!! I WAS AT CAMP AND I DIDN'T HAVE WATTPAD SO I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING! Also I totally knew how I was going to do this chapter I was just lazy, I sorry.

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