Breaking Lincoln High

Chapter Three: You smelt him?

Chapter Three: You smelt him?

Quinn Ashbrook

"Why do you let that asshole even touch you?"

Quinn glares up at Emmett - who won't stop acting like a big brother - "because it's his word against mine. Like my PO would believe me if I told him that my foster father was beating me."

Emmett shakes his head in disbelief, "just run away."

She rolls her eyes, "that's against parole. Just a few more months and then I'll be out of this shit. Now can you just drop it? You're acting as if you care or something."

"Would it be so wrong if I did? You're pretty cool, I don't need to find you dead in a ditch."

She looks away from him, "well stop caring."

"Fine," Emmett spits - anger laced throughout his voice.

She picks up her bag and slings it over her shoulder, "when you're done having a pity party, come and find me. In the meantime, I'm gonna find some place to sleep."

She walks away without hearing his reply and pushes through the door of the gym towards the girls locker room. As she steps through the door she hears rattling. Rounding the corner of the blue lockers she spots none other than Beckett White trying to break into the lockers.

"You're not doing something pervy like stealing girls underwear are you, White?"

Beckett swings around and looks Quinn up and down - a bright smirk replacing his confused frown - "well if it isn't Quinn Ashbrook. The girl with the dark soul."

She raises an eyebrow, "that's what they're calling me? Shame, I thought it would be something more creative."

He shrugs and goes back to breaking into the lockers, "do you know who would have the best weed?" Beckett calls over his shoulder. Of course Beckett White would be breaking into the girls lockers looking for weed. To be fair though, he probably already searched the boys.

Quinn rolls her eyes and walks over to Jamie Flecks locker and pulls out a Bobbie pin - quickly unlocking it and grabbing the small bag of weed out of the flame pink gym shorts - "you're not very good at that."

Beckett turns around and looks at the bag Quinn placed on her palm for display. He grins and strides towards her, before he can grab it she clasped her hand and puts it behind her back. He corks an eyebrow and leans over her - placing his hand above her head on the lockers.

"You gonna give me that?"

She grins devilishly, "I did all the work why should you be able to reap all the rewards."

"Because I'm charmingly handsome?"

She scoffs, "how cute. You actually think that will work on me? I'm not one of your little fan girls that will come running at a wink."

He looks her up and down and steps closer - their bodies falling into each others - "definitely not." All six feet loom over her, his hair the perfect amount of messy, and eyes the perfect amount of blue. With a longing glance at her lips, he lowers his mouth to hers. She falls into the kiss with as much curiosity as him. It's not a gentle kiss, they both know who they are dealing with. No it's rough - breath against breath, tongues battling tongues - as she feels his hands circling her hip and trailing along the curve of her wrist she knows his exact tactic. With a smirk and a nibble on his bottom lip she spins out of his hold and lifts up the small bag of weed.

"Better luck next time, Pretty boy."

Raven Lynch

As she walked down the abandoned hallway she already knew that someone was following her. She just wasn't sure who. She knows it isn't Paisley, because Paisley isn't very good at being quiet.