"What do you want?" Quinn asks, rolling her eyes. "That's a secret." Dylan whispers in Quinn's ears as he drags one of his hands down to the bottom of Quinn's short red lace tight dress and drags his hand up her dress until it touches the rim of her underwear. Quinn let's out a tiny gasp as she feels her stomach turning warm while feeling one of Dylan's fingers sneak it's way into her panties. Quinn bites her bottom lip, suppressing a groan, looking at surroundings to make sure no one notices them. Dylan smirks at this. "You know how absolutely mad I am that your here with that jerk off and not with me." Dylan whispers in Quinn's ear, his finger moving in and out of Quinn's entrance. "Do I care? No I do not. Now if your gonna fuck me your at least gonna do it correctly and use two fingers." Quinn softly speaks and Dylan chuckles before pulling away from her. "Looks like your dates coming back. See ya later beautiful." Dylan pulls Quinn's hand up to his lips and places a small kiss on it before walking away. Quinn sighs as she watches Dylan walk away. She was happy with the success of making Dylan jealous and pissed because now she was irritatingly horny. Even though she would never admit it but Dylan was hot when he acted like that. ------ Quinn Amber Greene, 19, and likes to scare anything and everyone she sees. Quinn Greene was basically a nuke ready set off anytime and anywhere. Her dad works for the mafia. What happens when she starts falling for her teacher at school, her dads best friend of quite a few years. Why is she scared of him and he is scared of her? Nobody knows. Let's just say Quinn Amber Greene's life is FUCKED up. Trigger warnings: Smutt, self harm, blood, gore, language, treason, mafia, drugs, etc.