Dark Green

Chapter 18

POV Quinn.

I walk my finger around the rim of the coffee cup over the table. The sun rays are cast through the window illuminating the semi empty cafeteria. Not many people come to this place so I decided to meet Jared here. After everything that happened last night, I will focus my attention on the only person who really cares about me: Jared. When he phoned me this morning, I sketch out what happened at the party omitting the moment of the kiss. I will never tell what happened between Harry and me in that pool, I have to do like it never happened. I want to erase it from my mind and nobody will make me remember that event again . Zac also stopped by my house this morning to give me my bag back, I told him a white lie about why I left the party so fast and I made him swear that he will never talk about the kiss he witnessed. I wish I could forget or turn back time to prevent me of getting inside the damn pool and kiss the boy I hate the most.

I still have that strange sensation in my stomach every time I talk or think about him. I shake my head and take a sip of my latte. The small bell which is over the door sounds when someone opens it and I turn hoping to find the guy I'm waiting for. A smile appears on my face as bright blue eyes look at me from afar. I get up off the couch when he approaches me and he closes me tightly in his arms. All concerns and problems leave my body as his hands squeeze me tighter against his body.

"Hey" he whispers in my ear .

He drops the dam around my waist and separates from me. He takes a seat right in front of where my coffee cup is still filled and I occupy the site where I was setting previously. His blond hair is messier than usual but a wool beanie is covering. He friendly smiles and I return the gesture of it.

" So, how was the party? Did anything interesting happened?" he ask raised eyebrows.

I arrived at the party, Harry was there, he was suspiciously nice to me, I went with him in a pool, we kissed, Zac caught us, I saw him making out with another girl, he hurt me, we shout at each other and I left crying.

"No, it was boring" I answer looking down.

I take a nervous sip of my coffee cup. It's so simple catching my lies so I keep staring at the grated, wooden table for a few seconds.

"I wish I had gone, sorry" the boy apologizes.

I look up and smile sincerely. If he had been there, I wouldn't have made so many mistakes. I have to begin to fend for myself and not having to rely on other people to control my bad habits.

An old lady with a white apron tied around her waist and hands round coffe cop stops in front of our table. Jared and I look at her. A smile that shows some of the wrinkles on her face decorates her friendly face.

"A latte, please" Jared asks.

The woman nods and then focuses her gaze on me.

"I'm fine"

She walks away from our table and we return to focus on each other. I dispel the conversation from the party and ask Jared how everything was for him last night. He tells me that he has gone to a concert with some friends and it was great. He narrates every detail excited and with a big smile on his face. His positive attitude is contagious and pleasant, in a short time, I find myself smiling at the amusing anecdotes that come out of his lips. I wish with all my being I could feel the same connection with Jared, I feel good and comfortable with him, but it's like there is a huge wall preventing me to have feelings for him. It seems that the reason cannot win what the heart feels with certain people at certain times.

"... And he shot him all her beer"

Both burst into laughter with the last history he tells me of his fun night. I would have even spent a better time there than in the stupid party.