Always Silent

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

"I can't believe this," Quinn muttered in an obnoxious breath.

She stared back at Nik, whose devilishly handsome face concentrated on the road out the window screen; paying absolutely no attention to the bursting hormone crazed teen beside him.

Her anger drifted again, first he hijacked her bag, then he followed her and she doesn't know a damn thing about him.

She played with the toggle of her spare coat and found it completely infatuating.

"Crap," she cussed as the coat enlightened her of something she should have remembered, "Stupid assessment for Eleanor Roosevelt," I grumble.

I turn up to see Nik staring at me with a peculiar look as if to say: Am I missing something?

"Um, do you mind pulling into the downtown library I need a few books on a person?" Quinn began to twaddle her thumbs and realized how stereotypical that action is.

Frowning Nik considered it before reluctantly nodding as he changed their course.

I began to look over some notes on physics, the Conservation Law of energy: which is, energy can't be destroyed or recreated it can only be transferred from one object to another.

Grasping the concept that this stuff is boring as hell she can't wait until exams at the end of the year, don't get Quinn wrong, she loves physics and everything to do with it but her attention span has been lacking in class and she finds herself temporarily put in pilot mode, where everything is done by her body and not herself.

And it makes her look even worse if she wants to take up short term apprenticeship with a local garage that has required Quinn, she doesn't want to screw this up even after Maxwell died and her life had blown to shit she couldn't continue to live on cheap protein bars and homework, she needs to do something in this bloody town.

And that is a reminder that Quinn starts in a couple of weeks... I wonder how she's going to be able to convince Nik that she needs to be given the freedom to work at The Garage.

Nik pulls into a library and as she steps out of the passenger's side door, so does Nik.

"Oh you don't need to come with me," she shifted on her feet.

Nik's eyebrows rose as if he were saying: 'You look tense, I'm pretty sure if I don't go with you I'm never going to see you again,'

I'm not tense, as soon as Quinn thought that she visibly relaxed from her worried position. Okay! I was a little tense.

"Oh come on Nik, I'm pretty sure my legs can support me through the isles, and to the checkout desk..." I said his right eyebrow dipped and the gesture said: 'Your legs can also support you when you break a run for it', "Fine, I'll take the bag if you don't trust me,"

Again his hands came to his shirt fisting them in its hem this hand motion told me: 'Yeah, and where will you dump it?'

To anyone else, this argument would be weird; I mean he hasn't said anything, yet I can read him like a book. As he stood there, he knew he won but that doesn't mean I'm going to be happy about it.

"Arghh!" She grounds her foot on the porch, "Fine! I give up, let's go." Quinn turned on her heel to walk away angrily.

If you ask any woman they will tell you the exact same thing: we hate losing, especially to a good-looking guy, our boasted egos can't take it!

Stepping in Quinn spots Shania and Priya in the corner and instantly groans, I mean what were the odds!

Dodging a corner into modern literature, which is not where she needs to be, Quinn shimmies against the bookcases trying to keep a detector on so she isn't spotted. A hand came about her shoulder and Quinn yelped, earning attention from everyone in her five-metre radius acting on pure instinct and fear she moved swiftly back pulling on the persons hand so when she twists their wrist she would then be able to flip them and have their hand pushed up and against their back. That's exactly where Nik was until he jutted my hold and then flipped me back and held me against the shelves.