Whatever This Is | sm

Chapter 4

Quinn's POV

I wake to the sound of my phone going off. I roll over to face my bedside table, I pick up my phone to see that the text that woke me up, was from Tyler. I let out a groan of frustration. What could he possibly want now?

Tyler: Hey Quinn, I need to talk to you. Meet me at Starbucks @ 1pm?

What have I got to lose? I mean I have given him the cold shoulder for about a month now, it's probably about time that we sat down and talk about all of this. As my body slowly adjusts itself to the fact that it has to wake up and deal with a whole new day, I rub my eyes and look around my room, it's still looking a bit bear considering I only moved in a week ago, I defiantly need to start sticking some of my old family photos on the wall – it would be nice to have some family photos, to remind myself that I'm not alone, although what Tyler said is still quite fresh on my mind. I lay there for a few minutes thinking back to the fight that we had, how it went pear shape so quickly. Hopefully we will sort it all out today, because it's been bugging me ever since. I look back at my phone to see that its 12pm, I better get up and start getting ready, I have to meet up with him in an hour.

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I don't think I've ever been this nervous to meet up with someone in my life. In the past, everything that has ever gone wrong in my life, I have had to deal with it all on my own. I have always had to put in behind me and try and move on with my life. I never end up seeing the person again, everyone I always care about ends up leaving and not in the way that they simply walk out, in the way that they don't have a choice. So this is new for me.

I fiddle with my thumbs nervously. I pick up my phone to check the time, it was currently quarter past 12. He is late, as usual. He better not me standing me up, there is no coming back from this if he does. I wait about 10 more minutes, before deciding that I should just leave. As I get up to walk out somebody comes running up to me. I look up to see that it was Tyler. He huffed trying to speak, clearly completely out of breath.

"Sorry I'm a bit late" he huffed, holding onto his chest. And he always told me that he was the fit one!

"A bit?" I snorted "I've been waiting here for about half an hour, you could've at least texted me!" I added standing up angrily. I was not in the mood to get stuffed around by him.

"Ok I'm sorry Quinn, please don't leave. I need to talk to you" he replied, standing up to stop me, sounding quite genuine. I huff in annoyance and sat back down in the booth, maybe I'm being a little harsh, it's just hard for me to face him after he spoke to me the way he did.

"Quinn, I am sorry, I truly am. I promise you I didn't mean what I said. I was angry and hungover, I wasn't thinking straight. I feel absolutely awful that we left things the way we did and I really want to make it up to you" he spoke reaching out to grab my hand, what is he even doing? Confronting me like I'm his girlfriend or something, the hand grabbing was unnecessary, seriously mate. Although he did sound sorry, but there was something off about it, something that he was keeping from me. "I know that you might not forgive me right away but I am willing to wait if it is time that you ne-"

"I forgive you" I interrupted him "I can put what you said behind me, if I choose too. But you have to be completely honest with me" I said sternly, ripping my hand out from his grip. He looked at me seeming somewhat relieved but at the same time confused as to what I was talking about. We sat in silence for a few seconds and I studied his face as realization spread across it.

"Ok. No secrets" he spoke sounding unsure whether he wanted to tell me what was on his mind. "I'm going to apologies in advance for what I am about to say Quinn. Ok I am so, so sorry. Just let me explain ok? Don't storm off again" he added rubbing his hands over his face.