A Journey From Hatred To Love

The Rebel Is Coming With Us.

Chapter 2: The Rebel Is Coming With Us.

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"Q, Zee, K, come here!" Mom called out.

"It's Kath!" Kath complained.

"Dear," I referred Kath, "calling one by their name is too mainstream."

"Not funny," she snorted and walked ahead.

"Weirdo," Quentin whispered as he walked past me.

"Don't you have luggage to carry, Q?" Aria inquired.

"Why would he carry luggage anyway?" I propped.

"You shouldn't jump into other people's conversation," Quentin interrupted. "It often turns into an embarrassing situation."

"I don't remember asking you for life advise." I snorted.

"Well, little Zee, I'm flying to Mumbai with you guys."

"Whatever," I said. And then I realised what he just said. And I was like.. helling freak.

"You what?" I half-shouted.

"You heard it right. You're graced by my company till Mumbai. Excited?"

"Why? Geez, why!"

"I couldn't handle leaving you this soon,"

"Shut up, brat-face,"

"Aunt Freda--"

"Shhh!" I hushed him, he just smirked widely.

"Yes, dear?" Mom replied.

I shook my intimidate face at him and he chuckled.

"Do you need help with the bags?"

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I was reading a novel as we were unnecessarily early for the flight.

"Wow," Quentin commented as he snatched it from me.

"Hey!" I got up trying to get the book back but god, he is damn tall!

"Nerdy much? Reading on vacation?"

"Give it back," I said absently. I was actually measuring how tall he was. I'm 5'6 and he's way taller.

"Wake up!" I didn't realise that I'd completely spaced out and Q's juddering my shoulders.

"My book" I extended my palm and he clapped his on it.

"Nope. Let me see what kind of chick-flick thing you're reading, eh?"

"Quentin, my book,"

"Oh my god!" He freaked out, "No shithole, no brat-face, Quentin? You finally acquaintance my name? Congratulations!"

I rolled my eyes. "My book, Quentin. Give it back."

"Nah.. plead properly." He sat down on the chair I was sitting a while ago crossing his legs. "Start."

I rolled my eyes again. "Never in your wildest dreams."

"Ooh! Attitude, yeah?" He nodded, "Do you want me to reveal what happens at the end of this shit?"

"No.. no no no!"

I was only 6 chapters away from the end and he can't just spill everything.

"Then do what I say."

"Please, Q," It took every ounce of me to 'please' him.

"Please give it back." I was badly gritting my teeths. I feared they'll break themselves.