blackmailed

chapter three

tuesday
"hey."
"hey."
"get up."

"leave me alone elio, it's way too early for this." I pull the covers over my head and roll over.

"you need to see this."

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"how long has he been standing there for?" I ask while observing the boy with messy brown hair and olive skin standing outside our house. he's really attractive, and I can tell elio is thinking the exact same thing. not that I can blame him. he's a goddess. literally.

"at least an hour." he adds, "you don't think this has something to do with the car you stole last night do you? justin told me by the way."

shit I completely forgot, the car.

I mutter under my breath, "quinn caesar."

"who?" elio raises an eyebrow.

"justin warmed me about the guy I stole the car from, he said his name is quinn caesar." I tell him while watching the brown haired boy from the window.

he chuckles, "why the hell did you steal a car in the first place? I thought you didn't need one."

"I don't, i was planning on selling it to cover my school fee's. and the rest can go towards collage or something." now that I think of it, stealing a car was a pretty stupid idea. I mean I only needed a thousand dollars, I could have easily gotten it from somewhere else.

elio turns to me, "you need to go down there, you can't just hide in here forever. and besides, school starts in an hour. you're gonna have to face him one way or the other."

"fine." I push myself off of the window sill and make my way downstairs.

words can't express how much I don't want to do this, but i don't really have much of a choice. I wish I could have at least changed first, I'm still in my pj's.

I open the door and approach him, he doesn't seem happy.

I fold my arms, "can I help you?"

"cut the shit, give me the keys." quinn scowls.

"what the hell are you talking about?" I say, still acting clueless.

he clenches his fists and repeats himself, his voice is dangerously low."give me the keys."

"fine, but how did you find me?" I ask, I'm generally curious. there's no way he followed me home, i would have seen him.

"that house you were at last night was my friends, I checked the security camera footage this morning." he leans against the car; or should I say his car.

"I meant how did you find out where I live." I ask.

he laughs, "easy, I keep a tracking device in my car." he gets straight back to the point, "now I want the keys." of course willow, give him the stupid keys so he shuts up. I toss him the keys which he catches in his right hand effortlessly, show off.

I turn around to go head back inside but a muscular arm pulls me back, "not so fast, I want a favor."

I retort back, "I don't do favors."