Bad Enough For You// Anthony Ladao Fanfiction

Chapter 19

A week later, I was caught in a shit storm to say the least.

I saw Anthony almost every day, but it was typically him sneaking into my room late, really late, at night. Some nights we did some explicit things, but sometimes we just sat around and talked about meaningless things. But tonight, Anthony had decided to take me out to an ice cream parlor late at night so we wouldn’t be seen together. It was kind of hot, all this sneaking around, I had to say.

“Ice Cream at 10? Really Anthony?” I asked him when he suggested the idea.

“It’ll be good, trust me. Plus, I’m really craving a banana sundae.” Anthony said while he was standing in the window ledge.

“Fine, where’s your bike?” I asked him, looking over his shoulder.

“Around the corner, meet me at the post box,” Anthony told me, cupping my chin with one hand. I kissed him tenderly before he climbed down from the second story. He hopped down from the one piece of the roof to the other, and then jumped off of the house completely. I gasped as he hit the lawn with ease. He gave me an effortless smile and I sighed, shaking my head and closing the window.

I looked at myself in the mirror and brushed my hair and sprayed some perfume on me. It wasn’t much, but I felt like the little things made the differences with Anthony.

“Going out?” My grandmother asked as I walked down the stairs.

“Yeah, Ice Cream Parlor with Quinn. She’s outside right now.” I told her hastily before running off.

“Be safe!” She called out after me.

“As always!” I said, even though I was never safe when it came to Anthony. In fact, I almost bust a gut laughing when I saw Anthony on his motorcycle, revving the engine. Anthony was the complete opposite of safe.  

I rebelled against the danger by demanding Anthony to give me his helmet. He shook his head and kissed my lips before helping me put it on. I straddled his bike and wrapped my arms around his waist as he kicked off, away from my home, away from my boring life. We rode along the back roads so the trip would be longer until we finally reached the ice cream parlor on the outskirts of town.

“Very secluded,” I noted once he turned off his bike in the parking lot.

“Perfect time to murder you,” Anthony joked, teasing me on my conspiracy theories.

“Don’t let me die a virgin,” I countered. He groaned and helped me off of the bike.

“Now why do you have to go and say things like that,” Anthony muttered as he reached around me to place the helmet on his bike. My arms found their way around his neck and he smiled down at me.

“Because I love frustrating you,” I teased before moving in to kiss him. He dodged my lips though and pecked my cheek before spinning away from me.

“Two can play at that game,” Anthony antagonized.

“Fuck you,” I shook my head, and reached out for his hand. He interlaced his fingers with mine and we walked up to the ice cream parlor. Anthony was looking at me with nothing but the most upholding interest. He didn’t notice the couple sitting in the parlor. But I did.

Stephan and Quinn were in an open faced booth, holding hands over the table, a half-finished ice cream sundae in between them. I dodged out of view and pulled Anthony to me quickly.

“What the- What’s wrong?” Anthony asked as I urged him to hide behind a nearby Sudan.

“Quinn and Stephan are in there,” I told him urgently.

“Shit, did they see you?” Anthony asked me, looking behind him.

“No, they didn’t see us.” I emphasized on the last word.

“You seem upset, why are you stressed if they didn’t see us?” Anthony asked, squeezing his hand around mine.

“Can we go to a park or something?” I suggested, feeling dazed and confused.

“Sure,” Anthony said, looking concerned.

“What’s up?” Anthony asked the minute my butt hit the swing.

I told him everything I knew about Quinn and Stephan, including the fact that Marceline told me everything and Quinn was being very secretive and guarded around me. He sat there and nodded, only making small interjections when he was unclear about parts of the story. I found myself confessing my most inner insecurities about my friend group, and how I was glad he never pressured me in the way Stephan tried to with Quinn.

“You see,” Anthony started once I finally finished. “I don’t understand how Stephan felt obliged to have sex with Quinn. Like the amount of time they’ve been together justified Stephan forcing Quinn to sleep with him. It’s wrong, and unfair. But what I find crazy about all of this is the fact that Quinn is sitting in that parlor with him willingly.”

“That’s what I don’t understand as well, she actually tried to avoid him that night at the bonfire by not going.” I ran a hand through my hair and pumped my legs a little.

“Was Stephan at the bon fire that night?” Anthony inquired.

“No, actually, he wasn’t.” I shook my head.

“Maybe you should talk to Quinn, and tell her you know everything,” Anthony said. I was flabbergasted at how supportive he was being over my little teen drama.

“Should I tell Marceline first?” I asked carefully.

“Do you think you should get her involved? Is that something Quinn would want?” Anthony considered.

“Probably not,” I replied, thinking about how Marceline practically controls our lives.

“You could always just, not do anything.” Anthony suggested gently.

“What do you mean?” I looked over at him.

“I mean, Quinn is a big girl, she can fight her own battles. She didn’t even really tell you what was going on at the tail of their relationship, what makes you think she cares about what you have to say? If she has so many secrets to keep, why bother?” Anthony argued, I wanted to be mad at him, but for what? Saying the truth I had refused to accept all along?

“I can’t let him hurt her,” I told Anthony glumly.

“I understand, I could always talk to Stephan,” Anthony curled a fist.

“That would make our relationship a little obvious,” I pointed out.

“Not if it was a hit and run,” Anthony looked at me, danger illuminating his eyes.