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Chapter 2

Quinn's POV

Every human has their own unique essence, an essence that consists purely of the qualities that make them who they are. I am a 22 year old girl who goes by the name of Quinn – just Quinn. Of course majority of your essence comes with you when you're born, but it is really what happens next in your life that really starts to shape you into who you really are. I have faith in the fact that everything happens for a reason no matter how painful it is to admit to yourself. I believe my upbringing and all of my difficulties has led me to be the person that I am today. But the main question is, who the hell am I? And why the hell am I spending my Saturday working at Tyler's stupid nightclub? As much as I would like to inform everyone the answer to the first question I am afraid I can't, although the second one I can answer. I haven't spoken to Tyler since our big fight – which has been exactly 2 weeks – and I intended on keeping it that way. I couldn't bear seeing him. I have been working at Tyler's club for around a year now, I can't say it is the best job, but then again it pays the bills.

Saturdays are the days I hate working the most. It's when all the crazy people come out and drink. The hours absolutely kill me, 10 till 4, it ends up being quite a long shift when you spend the whole night pouring beers, mixing cocktails and calling the police on the drunk idiots who think it is a smart idea to dance on the tables – believe me it's crazy how many times I have had to do that.

I look up at the time on my phone to realize that my break is coming to an end. Only 3 hours to go and I can go back to my flat and sleep. Yes, the vision of me sleeping at the end of a shift keeps me going on the daily, don't judge me. I slip my phone back into my pocket before making my way into the club. The flashing lights attack my eyes instantly as I walked in, I headed back behind the bar and chucked on an apron. My eyes quickly scan the club, the crowd has defiantly doubled since my break, let the night begin.

"I will have 10 shots please – oh and open a tab will you love" a voice spoke towards my direction. I made my way towards the person. I grabbed some shot glasses from under the counter, swiftly filling them with Vodka, before sliding the drinks towards them, while I slowly made eye contact with him. I stared him down slyly racking my brain to where I had seen him before. But I have no idea who he was – although he is pretty cute, I have admit that.

"You" he mumbled staring back at me, stopping in his tracks.

"Me?" I questioned staring straight back at him. He clearly recognized me, maybe I have served him here once before?

"I knocked you over and you called me a prick or something" he replied slightly confused that I didn't remember who he was. Yet, it soon come to me.

"I called you a jerk not a prick" I replied pushing his drinks even closer to him. What are the chances that I ran into him again? "Name?" I questioned making my way towards the register to open a Tab.

"Simon, you?" he asked in return, I punched his name into the machine before snatching the card out of his hands.

"Why do you want to know my name?" I questioned, staring him down as the stranger names Simon stared back at me.

"I told you mine" he argued, seeming ashough he saw this situation as unfair.

"I was making you a Tab. Sorry I don't give my name out to strangers who knock me over, while skating on some electric skateboard" I answered. He stared at me baffled, clearly unsure on how to answer to my attitude.

"It was an accident, and it's called an electric hoverboard" he whined becoming slightly frustrated with my annoying attitude.

"Not to be rude" I started before interrupting myself "wait, I don't really care. Take your drinks and move, there are people behind you that need a drink" I continued. I watched as he studied my face to see if I was being serious, and which I was. I wasn't too sure why I was being so rude to him. I guess it was because when I had first met him, I was in a really bad mood, the attitude seemed to have just stuck.

"Fine" he answered bluntly, picking up his drinks and walking away to a table of what seems like a group of his friends. Now I feel bad. Whoops. I watch him as he slams the drinks down onto the table before muttering a few words to the people he was with, while slowly looking back at me. In a split second they were all glancing over at me, I looked away quickly, embarrassed that they had seen me full on staring at them.

This point onwards, I just prayed that the night would go quickly, and as I hoped, it didn't. I didn't serve Simon after that somewhat awkward encounter he was seemingly avoiding me, continuing to go the girl next to me. To be fair, I couldn't really blame him. But just my luck, it wasn't long before I was soon to be involved in a pretty awkward conversation with his group of friends.

"Hey Quinn, that guy over there is about to get on the table, go threaten to call the police would you, I am going on break!" Ben yelled over the music pointing in the direction of Simon's table.

"No! Ben are you serious, they aren't going to listen to me. Why don't you do it? You look way more intimidating!" I yelled back he looked back at me before pointing down at his watch.

"My break is only 15 minutes and I am staving sorry love!" he replied, dropping his apron on the stool before quickly rushing out of the back door of the club. God dang it. I chucked my cloth onto the bar before heading over to try and stop this nuisances.

I stood at the front of their table for a solid 2 minutes trying to get their attention, before anyone noticed that I was even there. One of them was on the table attempting to scull 2 liters of beer, while the others stood around him cheering. Men, I tell you bloody useless.

"Excuse me!" I yelled for the fifth time. The guy on the table stopped what he was doing and looked down at me – as did Simon.

"Yes" he slurred, while the others that were gathered around the table laughed. They were so hammered, I bet he wasn't going to remember this in the morning.

"Please get down" I asked nicely attempting to smile at these animals, which didn't prove to be working.

"Someone has learnt some manners, suits you" Simon smirked, before taking a swing of his beer. I gave him a sarcastic smile before drawing my attention back to the guy that was still on the top of the table.

"And what are you going to do if I don't?" he tested me high fiving the guy next to Simon, which earned an 'ooohhhhhh' from the people that were around him.

"I will call the police and you will spend the night in a cell" I smiled expecting him to feel at least a little intimidated which backfired. Instead he just laughed with his friends. I unlocked my phone ready to call the police when Simon spoke up.

"Come on JJ, get down man, we wouldn't want that on your record now would we?" he spoke sounding somewhat responsible. JJ looked down at Simon and back at me before letting out a big sigh and jumping down.

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