Dark Green

Chapter 9

POV Quinn.

I finish folding the clothes of the last girl who has come out of the changing room. Grace, one of my co-workers, is about to pick up the rest of the clothes . She gives me a small smile, takes the hanger with all the hanging clothes and drags it around the store. I look at my wrist watch, I only have to stay here half an hour. I cannot wait to go home and have a movie night I have so longed for during the week. The little experiment of 'going camping' has been canceled due to rainy weather is going to be all weekend. Dianna and Ryan, nevertheless, left early today with my brother's friends to a house for the weekend  I thought I would have to put up with my father over the weekend but when my mother told me that today she has to go to a convention in London and father accompanied her, happiness was inevitable. I haven't spent a night all alone at home for months and I can't wait for it to arrive. I have chosen three romantic movies so i'm able to forget everything is happening in these last days. Between 'The Notebook', 'A Walk to Remember' and 'Grease' all my problems will be vanishing from my mind. I've seen those movies hundreds of times but I never get tired . I already bought popcorn, chocolate and handkerchiefs to survive tonight. An inevitable smile appears in my lips for the perfection of my plan.

I look out the upstairs window and drops of rain hit the cold glass. I frown when I see a figure standing in the rain. Who is able to be waiting all this time under this storm? I squint trying to recognize the soaked boy. I feel his eyes on me and I look away, embarrassed. Why would he be looking at me? Who is this guy? My mind works fast and the image of Harry appears. The color disappears from my face when I think that he may know where I work. What if he founds out about the record? I'm done if so, I won't be able to go out in the rest of my life. I shake my head to move away the obsessed thoughts that appear in my mind. How will Harry know where I work? It is impossible.

"Quinn, we close in ten minutes" Grace says.

I jump where i am standing. I haven't noticed her presence.

"Okay, I place this and I'm leaving"

She goes away with a smile and I fold the sweater I've been holding in hands for more than five minutes. I take all the new clothes and go around the different sections of the store to place everything correctly. I fold some shirts, hang dresses and place pants before taking my things and leave the store with a hasty farewell. I wear the raincoat when I'm on the street and the cold hits me hard. I hope the weather gets better next week, I hate the rain and when it is accompanied by this wind even more. I get the big hood over my head and run to the car. My feet are flooded with water and tight black jeans are adhered my skin with all the drops of water falling on them. When I enter the car, I turn on the heating and shiver lightly. I definitely should have taken another jacket and an umbrella.

I start the car when the little space is somewhat warmer and put the radio blaring. The rain doesn't allow me a clear view of the road. I hate driving when it rains like this but I have to get used to if I'm going to live in this rainy country for the rest of my life. I stop at a red light and sing the song that comes out of the speakers. I look in the rearview mirror to see if my makeup hasn't been removed and I see a black car right behind mine. I frown when I press the accelerator and the car follows me closely. I get down a street that is not where my house is and the vehicle seems to stop but when the driver thinks I'm not looking anymore, it follows me again. My heart is racing in my chest and I begin to stroll around the block in which it is my home. Perhaps Harry knows where I work and he is following to do something. Panic returns again and rummage for the phone in my purse. I dial the phone number of the only person who can help me right now.

"Quinn? Are you okay?" Jared questions.

His voice is almost inaudible due to the great racket and the high music heard from the other end. I feel the tears form in my eyes when I look through the rearview mirror and the car parks a few meters away from where I stopped mine. This cannot be happening to me in my perfect day alone.