We the Running

Chapter 13 (POV Leon)

A few minutes after Quinn came back from the bathroom I think the whole table realizes Bentley is gone. 

"Um does anyone know where he went? I'm just a little worried he might make himself sick," I say. It's kind of crazy that I was sitting right next to him and he disappeared.

"Normally he goes into a practice room, they can't hear you scream in there because it's sound proof. Why don't you go find him if you're so worried," Carley tells me. Amanda looks at her with a face that says, but I'm ogling over him.

"Sounds fun. Anyone want to come too or should I just go alone?" I ask and everybody looks nervous.

"Man you should go alone because he knows everyone's problems and will lash," Tyler says as his twin nods. 

"Ok then," I get up and walk towards the musical hallway. I peer into the only open  one and see Bently sitting on a chair, his feet propped up on a keyboard. "Hey dude, you alright?" I ask and he glares at me. I could feel him burning a hole through me.

"Is there  a reason you two came to the school together?" He asks keeping the same glare. I feel a little sweat start down my hairline.

"Family friends; parents thought it'd be better to just stay together, why?" I tell him as my heart beats faster.

"Just because you used to date, didn't know if you wanted to date her again, just away from all your Canadian problems named Jade," he says kicking his feet off of the keyboard.

"Hey can I be honest with you?" I ask him. Hopefully he doesn't snitch to Amanda.

"Fire away shithead,"

"I never dated Jade. That was the name of this girl on the gymnastics team that I drunkingly had sex with once and never talked to ever again. I only said that to Amanda to see if she would back off. She's not really someone I like. My heart's still in Canada with cute, brown haired girl," I ramble. My words were as fast as my heart rate. 

"You two are the worst Canadians ever. I thought everything was snow and maple syrup up there. Are any of us you're 'types'?" He says with finger quotations.

"I don't know. America is just different," I tell him. He gets up out of the chair he's sitting in and walks over to me. Oh shit my heart is pounding in my ears. 

"You fucked Brit didn't you?" He snarls before pushing me out of the way and leaving. 

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"No no no no no no," I say as I wake up in my bed next to Quinn. I lift up the blanket covering my legs and see what I didn't want to, my naked body. "Oh no." I get up and find clean clothes to put  on. I walk to the front of the bus and see the two empty bottles of champagne on the counter and last nights events come flooding back. Quinn stole champagne from that socialite party a few weeks ago and hid it for a birthday present, for me. Seventeen, the age where you legit can't legally do anything. I can definitely conclude we got drunk and obviously had sex. I sit for a while on the couch and think about everything more. I can almost vividly remember the whole experience, like I wasn't drunk. Oh shit. I wasn't drunk. I only had half a glass. We poured out half a glass for every year I've been alive because it tasted horrible. So everything I said to her, was . . . genuine. Do I really love Quinn?

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"You really hit you're head against that wall earlier, are you sure Bently pushed you?" Tatyana asks me as she sits on the edge of my bed. I sit up from lying down and trying to get rid of the pain. 

"Yeah he asked something really personal that he was heated about and just pushed me," I tell her. I swear to god if she asks, I'm not lying about it, somewhat.

"What did he ask you?" Oh there she goes.

"Well you know Bently really likes Brit right?" I say

"Yeah, so,"

"And that Brit and I dated awhile back," 

"Um yeah, where is this going?" She replies a little annoyed.

"Well he concluded, maybe by the way I look at her or the way I act around her or something that um possibly that we," I say taking a breath.

"You what still like each other? Worse, less?" She says eagerly.

"We had sex. He  asked me if we had sex and was mad about it," I say I'm one breath all together. Tatyana gasps.

"Well did you? I know you aren't a virgin just looking at you but girls like Britney are locked up books," her reaction was a little bit different than what I expected and I don't know whether it was a complement or not.

"Yeah, uh, on my seventeenth birthday. I'm still in awe about it because we just never talk about it, or our feelings for each other," I tell her truthfully.

"Was it a bad experience or was it like an after we dated situation where nobody needed to know?" She asks.

"A little bit of both. It wasn't bad-bad just weird. Because we are really not close you know," I tell her.

"Oh makes sense, like if Carly all of a sudden had relations with either of the twins," she replies.

"Just don't spread this around okay, I don't want to be badgered that I came to America with a girl I had sex with blah blah blah! Ok?" I say a little desperately.

"I got you. I think leaving just a little to the imagination helps some people," she says as she gets up and walks out of my room, "good night Than, don't get beat up tomorrow."