The Conflict

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<Quinn's POV>

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I can't believe this! Looks like i'm gonna have a little TALK with Quentin when i get home!

If this is how Quentin's gonna play then he better prepare because I'm a better player than him. If he keeps this up, i will do something he won't like...

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When i got home, I searched for Quentin around the house and couldn't see him anywhere, not in the garden nor his room. But then i remembered his favorite hang out place...The roof.

I went to the balcony and saw him sitting there with his his headphones. He looked at me with lazy eyes while i gave him glares in anger.

"What do you think you were doing a while ago?" i asked crossing my arms.

"I didn't mean for it to happen, okay?" he said.

"I don't care, you still did it! Why would you do this to me? You know what happened to my past, but why did you still do it?" i asked.

"I didn't do it! okay?!" he raised his voice.

"So you expect me to believe that Claira did it first? Yeah right! Claira would never do that to me!" I also raised mine.

"But she did! Go ask her!" he yelled.

"I don't believe you. Claira would never do that." I glared.

"Whatever..." he sighed and put his headphones back on.

<Claira's POV>

WHY DID I DO THAT?! Darn it Claira! what is wrong with you!

"Claira are you even listening to me?" Kana snapped her fingers at me.

"S-Sorry, what was that?" i asked.

"Why didn't you tell me that a strange man has been talking to you?" she asked.

"Because he told me something even my big sister never bothered to tell me." i said.

"I'm sorry Claira, mom didn't want you to know yet." she said.

"Why not? I can handle things like that." i said.

"Because she thinks you weren't ready to know yet." she sighed.

"I'm not a child anymore." i crossed my arms.

"So what has he been telling you?" she asked.

"H-He...wants me to go home with him to New York."

"New York?! No way, you're not going anywhere Claira, you're staying here!"

"But i already agreed to him...He's going to come get me on December."

"That's not gonna happen!" she stood up.

"But..." I looked down and frowned.

“You want to go with him, don’t you?” she said then I nodded still looking down.

“Why?”

“Because it’s my chance to finally meet my relatives, don’t you want that?”

“Of course I want you to meet them, it’s just…mom has told me a lot about him and…I just don’t trust him.” She said.

“Kana he’s my father, you have to trust him.” I said. There was a long awkward silence until.

“Fine…I’ll talk to mom about it.” She smiled slightly.

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