Ready or Not

Chapter Six

I lay in bed, not able to drift off into a mind numbing sleep, and all I could think to myself was: Am I overreacting?

Groaning in frustration, I roll over, itching my jaw. Ghaa, I hated it when I over think things.

Tears, ones that dried long ago, stained my cheeks. My face felt like plastic and was hard to move, so I stood and wandered over to the small bathroom down the hall.

Although I have a bathroom in my room, I liked the small one in the hall the most. It reminded me of home. Plus, no one seemed to use it. It was basically private.

I frowned when I saw light fan out from the room adjacent to mine and wondered if Luke had came up to one of the upstairs bedrooms to make it seem like he wasn't in Pru's. Clicking my tongue on the roof of my mouth, I knocked lightly.

I waited as I heard rummaging and purses my lips. As the door swung open I whispered, "I thought--" I cut myself off when my eyes raked up from the tan feet, perfectly sculpted legs, a pair of black boxer briefs-- I had to stop myself from drooling, so I skipped the chest and looked into the lake green eyes of my best friend's brother. "Sorry. Thought you were Luke."

As I went to walk away, I heard my name being called quietly. I turned to look at the messy haired, tired eyed, Greek god a few feet away from me. Bad move. My legs felt like jelly and I had to look down at my feet again.

"Do you usually check out your best friend's boyfriend?" He asked, his tone somewhere close to ice.

"Nope." I glared at the ground like it was its fault for the way we acted towards each other. "I just thought it was his room and was checking to see if he was still up. It's like 5 A.M. I was gonna shut off the light." I sighed to myself, wanting to just jump on him and apologize a thousand times.

"Listen," I muttered, finally meeting his eyes. "I know I overreacted earlier, but I'm scared of how quick things were going. I am not the type of girl to dry hump a dude my first time meeting him." I blushed at my own choice of words and groaned, rolling my neck so my eyes connected with a light fixture on the ceiling. "I guess... I guess what I'm trying to say is sorry." I look down to try to look him in the eye but his eyes were closed and he had a scowl where a perfect smile would be if I wasn't such a bitch.

"Go call Hector and apologize." His usual soft voice was full of malice. "You seem to like to fuck around with assholes who abuse you and not guys that try to appreciate you like you are a fucking queen. Just take your bitch ass away from me."

My eye twitched. I was so beyond tears. What the actual fuck?! "Are you kidding me?" I exclaimed. "You are nothing but a hypocrite. Think about what you just said." I spun on my bare foot, heading towards my room. I'd just have to use my bathroom from now on.

Walking away, I muttered to myself, "Treat me like a queen? Yeah, just like Hector said the day we met." I turned my whole body to look back at Alair, walking backwards, arms stretched outwards in a shrugging gesture. "That was close to the same shit Hector said." I said louder.

His face softened in the dim light that shadowed out from his room. "Quinn...." His voice was full of regret as he realized what he said.

I turned back around and fling my door open. Without bothering with turning on the light, I pulled Jason's short off over my head and climbed into the bed.

I couldn't stand sleeping with clothes on. Weird, I guess.

A few angry tears joined the other dried ones and I scowled as I swept them away.

What an ass.

And I still couldn't fucking sleep.

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