Quinton's POV
It's been a month. The only people left in the house are Blake, Griffin, Bryce, Noah, Zoey and I.
Zoey and I haven't talked since the incident. Zoey hasn't cut, but she's still mad and so am I.
Blake walked into my room, after knocking. I looked up from my phone and sat up.
"We're going out to eat. Griffin said you have five minutes to get ready or we're leaving you." Blake said.
"Ok." I said.
I got up and changed then walked downstairs. I made eye contact with Zoey and I looked away.
"Well..." Blake said.
"Let's get in the cars." Griffin said.
We went in two different cars. Blake, Noah and I in one car. Bryce, Griffin and Zoey in the other.
"Q, you haven't talked to Zoey since the little incident. We know you still like her." Blake said, not taking his eyes off the road.
"I do not." I said from the backseat.
"Quinton, don't lie to yourself." Noah said, turning to me.
"You only talk to us and Bryce." Blake said. "You're mad about something that happened a month ago."
"We're here." I said and got out.
We walked into the restaurant and Griffin got us a table. We had one of those big tables in the wall. (I forgot what they were called.)
On the left side it was: Blake, Me then Noah.
On the right side it was: Griffin, Zoey then Bryce.
"I have to go to the bathroom." I said and got up.
"Ok." They all said.
I went inside the bathroom. I didn't have to go, I just had to get away from Zoey. I kept catching myself looking at her.
I mean, her beautiful blue eyes and brown hair. Ugh. She makes me feel weird especially since I know she hates me.
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Separation Anxiety
FanfictionZoey is just a normal 16, well that's what she looks like to people who don't know. But she has been abused since birth. Her "parents" got arrested when she was 10. When she got put in the orphanage, she got bullied. She just wants love, but there'...
