university ☼ hemmings [a.u]

Eight ; Just give me the time of day..

The rest of Creative Writing was quiet for Quinn and Luke. They exchanged a few words every now and then, but they were mostly trapped in their own thoughts.

The class went by faster than usual for Quinn. The professor handed out their end of semester  writing assignment, which was to write at least a page about anything they wanted. Seemed simple enough.

The rest of the class they were allowed to just write, or simply do homework for another class.

"This class is pretty chill. I should come
more often," Luke noted as he leaned back in his chair. He had a few things jotted down on his paper, but that was it.

On the other hand, Quinn had almost half a page done. When she started writing, she wouldn't stop. It was a way she could easily express her emotions. She always knew writing would be her passion since she was young. As she scribbled messily onto her paper, Luke leaned over to catch a glimpse of what she was writing.

"How do you already have that much?" he lifted an eyebrow and Quinn sat up quickly, putting an arm over her paper to shield her work from him. "Just had a good idea, that's all," she mumbled, flipped her paper over, and set her pen down with a sigh.

"I wanna read it," Luke leaned over to pick up her paper, but Quinn snatched it before he could. He gave her a perplexed look and rolled his eyes. He crossed his arms over himself and gazed out across the class, not making eye contact with Quinn.

"I'm sorry.. I just don't like people reading my work, I guess," she sighed and pulled a folder out from her book bag to put the paper in. "Who does read it, then? Michael?" Luke snorted, still avoiding looking at the girl. "Michael? What about him? And the only one who reads my work is the professor," Quinn snapped, getting annoyed with the sudden mood swing.

"You don't let your own boyfriend read your writing?" Luke snorted, glancing at Quinn, who looked confused.

"A boyfriend? Is this some kind of joke?" Quinn laughed without any emotion.

"Wait, you don't have a boyfriend?" Luke leaned forward in his seat and placed his elbows on his knees, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Why would I have one?" Quinn frowned slightly, dropping her eyes. Luke's face lit up in realization and he had a small smirk plastered on his face. "Oh, what? Are you going to make fun of me now? Go ahead. Take it away," Quinn exclaimed, sitting back in her seat in frustration.

"No, I'm not. I've just realized something and it's made everything a bit simpler for me," Luke said, seeming a bit dazed in his thoughts.

"Oh, that because I don't have a boyfriend I'm easier to get with, now? That it'll be easier for you to get me into bed?" Quinn snapped, rolling her eyes.

Luke came back to reality and looked at her, confused. "Why would you think that?"

"Because you're Luke fucking Hemmings! You won't stop at anything to get with a girl. Even if they're a nobody like me," Quinn said harshly and began picking up her things. She coughed and closed her eyes as a pain shot through her sore throat. The bell dismissing the class rang through the room and everyone stood up in a hurry.

Luke sat in shock as he watched Quinn hurry to stuff her things into her book bag. "Quinn.." he sighed, slowly standing up. "I gotta go," she mumbled and quickly made her way out of the class.