in the autumn breeze.

12- Packing Your Bags

He is staring.
I don't notice at first, but Quinten is staring at me. I hope he doesn't notice the tint of pink that has been added to my face. I feel a small smile attempt to form on my lips but resist the urge. I'd give Quinten a hard time about it another time. For now, I'll just let him keep staring at me.
A question pops in my head though. Why is he staring? A sneak a glance over at him, but unfortunately he notices. A slight blush covers his face as he clears his throat. "Uh, I just wanted to let you know that we aren't going to be meeting at the diner today like usual. Well we are, but we kinda don't want you come..." He trails off. Ouch. That one hurt. "O-Oh..." I look down as I stop writing. Quinten quickly fixes himself though. "It's not a big deal, really. We were just gonna talk to Rowan about what he did, which would mean talking about you. And so it'd be kinda awkward if you were there and you probably don't want to see Rowan and-" I cut him off. "It's okay, I get it now. Thanks for looking out for me." I say. He nods. "Y-Yeah." I go back to working.

"You're so dense, Brae!" Molly practically yells at me from over the phone. "That's not why he was staring! Think about it!" She says. My eyebrows furrow in confusion. Think about it? Think about what? He was only staring at me to tell me about the diner. "He was probably just thinking of how to tell me without hurting my feelings." I reply honestly. I hear a groan come from Molly's end of the line. "Whatever, Brae. You'll figure it out soon. And I'll be by your side like the best friend I am telling you 'I told ya so!" She laughs. I roll my eyes with a smile on my lips. "Hey, don't roll your eyes at me missy!" This girl, she has eyes everywhere, I'm telling you. "Thanks Molly. See ya tomorrow." I say. "I'm here for a reason. See ya!" With that Molly hangs up the phone, and I then put mine back onto my bedside table.
I can't help but think about the meeting at the diner going on right now. I wonder how it's going. I frown at myself. It's my fault that the guys' and Emma's friendship with Rowan is ruined. A sigh escapes my lips as I roll over on my bed. "You can't think like that." I say quietly to myself.
A loud noise breaks through my silence. I quickly jump up and run over to my phone. I don't bother reading the caller ID ask pick up. "Hello?" I say, slightly out of breath. "Hey!" Quinten's deep voice speaks on the other end. He seems nervous.
"Oh, hey! What's up? How'd it go?" I ask, referencing to the little meeting. "Good. No yelling or hitting so I think it went well. He gets the message." Quinten says. "Ah, that's good!" I exclaim, relieved. There's a brief silence. "Can you meet me at my house?" he's, very quiet but I hear him. "Of course." I decide not to question why. "Thanks. See ya soon." Quinten says and then hangs up.

It's about half the length of a normal chapter but I wanted to get something up for the weekend. Sorry!