Chapter 7 (POV Quinn)

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"I just noticed how much makeup you actually wear," Tatyana tells me. I see her looking over at me from her side of the sink in our bathroom. 

"I've been called cake face. In all honesty I'm not a cake face, I'm an ice cream cake face. Under this thick cosmetic frosting is my cold interior," I tell her and she laughs.

"So are you excited for school today? I heard Bentley say he'd walk you to every class except the oes you don't have together. I think he likes you," Tatyana teases.

"Number one, I'm somewhat excited. Number two, if he does like me I honestly don't like him back. He's not exactly my type," I respond and Tatyana giggles.

"Well that's a first. I'm pretty sure like 99.99% of the senior plastic princesses think he's their type. The other 0.01% is the lesbian," she tells me stifling her laughs, "Bentley is used to being everyone's center of attention. I'm sure he'd be hurt if you tell him that." I finish my make up and put it away under the sink. 

"Well must suck for him," I say grabbing the doorknob to my room.

"Wait," Tatyana says stopping me, "what kind of boy is your type?"

"You will have to find out."

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"Hey, Barbie doll," Bentley calls to me as Leon, Tayana, and I walk up to the school.

"Oh cut it out," Tatyana tells him as we walk up to the rest of the intimidation nation.

"Ooh Brit, who's this?" Amanda coos as she places her hand on Leon's shoulder.

"Um, my name's Than. I'm not an object and I definitely don't belong to Britney if I was an object," Leon responds to her. I roll my eyes when he says Than. I'm just not used to his fake name. I'm not even used to my fake name. 

"Than, is that short for Ethan? You don't look like an Ethan though," she says batting her eyelashes.

"It's short for Jonathan actually. Never had anybody think it was Ethan before though," Leon tells her. He takes a step back and I notice he's uncomfortable. 

"Than is a senior too, Amanda," I tell her hoping to phase her little act.

"Even better, he can sit with us today at lunch," she tells me putting on a bitchy face. The first bell for school rings and we rush inside. 

Damn.

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