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i was in the middle of my makeup when quinton knocks on my door. i go to open it then realise my wrist so i throw on a white hoodie and opens the door. 'quinton can't you take a hint and leave me alone' i say looking up at him 'look naomi i know you have no friends and i know you don't like me but you need to get some friends or you'll be miserable for the rest of your life' 'wow quinton i do have friends you know just not here well actually not friends i have a friend but- actually why am i telling you this what the fuck do you want' 'jeez naomi chill out' 'suck my nuts' i try to shut the door but he pushes it open and sits on my bed. 'take a fucking hint and leave me alone' i shout at him 'are you okay' he says looking at my rist 'shit' i panic and take of my hoodie. i run to the bathroom and soak my hoodie in warm water to get the blood stains. my scabs must have got caught on something. i feel quinton standing over me watching me clean my hoodie with tears running down my face.
i'm about to have a panic attack and this random boy is gonna watch 'you should leave' i say still cleaning my hoodie. 'no' 'quinton just leave' i shout and turn around to face him 'no i'm not leaving' 'QUINTON FUCKING LEAVE PLEASE!' i shout
quinton grabs me and pulls me into a hug. he smells like a mixture of cologne and bodywash. his grip feels so nice, i haven't been held in someone's arms since cooper. the feel of someone scares me but this felt differant i felt... safe. i think i'm catching feelings for him.
i realise from the hug and walk to my bed. 'i-i'm sorry you had to see that quinton' 'it's fine honestly' 'this may be weird but wanna stay in here tonight' 'yeah i will' i lay down in my bed under the covers when quinton is stood in my bathroom cleaning my hoodie. 'quin?' 'yeah' 'come here' he walks towards me and get in bed too. i lay my head on his chest. 'wanna watch a movie quin' 'yes what one' 'you choose' 'you choose' 'no you!' 'you' 'i dont know you choose' he starts to tickle me and i start ugly laughing. 'q..u..i..n..st...o..p' i try to get my words out 'not until you pick the movie.' 'f..i.n..e' i say. quinton stops tickiling me and we watch the notebook. after about 3 hours quinton says 'put your shoes on' quinton says 'quin it's 1:00 am' 'i don't care come on let's go' 'where are we going' 'you'll see' he winks at me and we put our shoes on
