Count to Ten

Chapter 4 - Selena Gomez

      ❤Show ya girl some love❤
   
        Quentin smiled at me when he saw the list. I rolled my eyes and gathered my things. The bell would ring any second now. Why?

      "So help me, if you destroy my grade.." I threaten.

       "You would do what?" He asks, eyebrows raised.

       "You'd be sorry." I point at him.

       He chuckles. "I won't destroy your grade." He says, hands up.

      My insides boil as he laughed at me. Ugh, I wanted to push him or something.

     Ring! Ring! The bell announced school was over.

      I picked up my stuff and stormed out into the hallway. I climbed into my car and drove away, back to my house.

      When I sat down on my couch, I got a notification on my phone.

     'Hi, is this Aspyn?' - Unknown number.

     'Yes, who is this?' I reply.

     I ate some crackers while waiting for a reply.

    Ding!

     'Quentin!' The phone read.

       Wait a minute, I don't remember giving him my phone number.

     'How did you get my phone number?' I ask.

     He immediately replied with a vague answer. 'I know people.'

       'Thats creepy.' I share my opinion.

     I moved to the kitchen table and ate some ramen because I was feeling too lazy for cooking.

      My mom wouldn't be getting home until past midnight. I pull up Netflix and watch something she probably wouldn't approve of, when Quentin sent me another text.

      'Party at my place. The whole school's there!'

      He has the nerve to ask me to attend his party. It's probably a killing spree because he's a ten.

     I see how it is, he's building up everyone's opinion of him just so in the end, he can backstab them. In his case, literally.

      'Everyone in the school? No way. I have to study.' I reply.

       'It's a Thursday, goody two shoes. No one cares about anything on Friday.' He taunted.

      'I only get one shot at good grades in a senior year.' I text, beginning to be annoyed.

     'Just because you attend one party doesn't mean you'll fail.' Quentin replied.

     'It could. What if I get drugged or something and I become addicted? Why do you care if I'm there or not?'

      'Aspyn, really? Drugged? Do you need me to pick you up?'

      Yeah, I'm not really good at coming up with excuses, clearly.

     'I'm not going! Wrap your tiny little brain around that!' I slam the keyboard on my phone.

      'There's Oreos and chocolate. I also have a cat!' He said.

      'Do you think that will change my opinion?' I said, deciding to humor him.

        Although I do love a good chocolate bar, especially since Quentin is rich. He should have good chocolate.