^Picture of Quinn Lou^
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"I see how this is going to go.
Touch me and you'll never be alone."
-Ready For It, Taylor Swift
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I roll over, my body naked and quite sore. My clothes were scattered across the bedroom floor, my shoes besides his. I groggily run my hand over my face and force myself to get out of bed.
We went too far last night, I think as I stand up from the bed and slip on my dress, the sunlight beaming through the uncovered windows. My body aches with such pain that I almost regret sleeping with him, this is why I don't sleep with jocks.
"Leaving already?" He says huskily as he rolls onto his side to face me.
What's his name again?
"Yeah. I have a project due tomorrow." I lie smoothly, slipping on my boots and fixing up my bird nest hair.
"Fuck that. Come on, one more time." He pouts in a cute adorable way.
"Sweetie, I have a boyfriend remember." I remind him, hoping that will get him to back off.
"Yet you had sex with me?" He raises his eyebrows with a smirk, a flash of amusement glints in his eyes.
"Shh." I smirk and place a finger on his lips. Biting my bottom lip, his eyes darken. "Don't tell nobody."
"Our secret." He winks at me as I bend down to kiss him once more.
Our tongues wrestle for dominance, in the end I win. Of course I win. I win everything and everyone. Why would anyone deny me? He pulls me onto him do that I'm straddling him, his hands rides up my dress but I pull away immediately and straighten my clothing out.
"Goodbye..." I trail off, not knowing his name. I don't even feel bad about it, he knows what he got himself into, I hope he can get himself out.
He raises his eyes. "Jake."
"Jake. I'll see you around." I wink at him before turning on my heels and walking out his apartment.
What a great way to start my morning.
"Jake Ashton?" She whispers as we walk down the hallway towards our lockers. "Are you serious?"
"Uh huh." I nod, pulling my books out my locker. She runs her fingers through her brown locks as those beady brown eyes stare me down.
"Why? You have a boyfriend. A fucking sexy boyfriend, if you don't mind me adding!" Quinn yells quietly against my ears, I wince slightly before sending her a glare.
"He is boring me." I shrug causally and Quinn sighs with a roll of her eyes.
"He's boring me." She mimics and I glare at her again. "You don't scare me, bitch." She places her hands on her hips, smirking with pride.
"That is why I love you." I state and she laughs, flicking her hair over her shoulder.
We close our lockers and walk to first period, chatting about some girl called Amerialle. Apparently she has a new fling even though she's giving head to the whole football team, what a girl.
I enter first period with my best friend and take my seat at the back, where I can overlook everyone in the room. No one would dare to sit there or even come near that place if they wanted to have a normal high school life.
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Queen Bitch & The Bad Boy
Teen Fiction#𝟏 • 𝐀 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞. ❝But there's him. He wants to know who I am. He wants to know my past. He wants to know my secret. He isn't different from me. Because I need to know why he's a bad boy.❞ • Every High School has a Queen, who's...
