Chapitre 56: M.I.A
2 days later
Quinneth's P.O.V.-
While I tied my shoes, I look over to my bed, no messages. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder I head downstairs.
Steeping down the last step I look towards the couch, the memories of what happened on that couch flood my memories. It’s been two days and Alexander hasn’t answered none of my texts not calls. Does he regret kissing me? Was I just ‘someone’ to him? All these questions flow into my mind, making me sadder by the minute.
Shoving those thoughts out of my head I walk into the kitchen. Walking in I see Grandpa making a picnic basket of food.
“Grandpa where are you going?” I asked leaning against the wall.
“Irene has the day off so were going to have a picnic in the park today. It’s such a beautiful day.” He says putting the last few muffins in the basket. While he did that, I look out the window, Grandpa was right it was a nice day out. The sun was shining and the weather was just right.
“Hope you guys have fun.” I mutter out. He turns to me trying to figure out my emotions.
“You alright honey. You don’t look like your happy self.”
He’s right ever since Alexander hasn’t texted or called me back, I just have felt... down. Not like ‘Edward leaving Bella’ down just... off. I really thought something was happening between us, he looked at me like no other guy has before. So must lust and adoration for me flowed in his eyes. Maybe I was wanting to see it, wanted someone who didn’t like me to like me.
“I’m fine, just didn’t get enough sleep last night.” I tell him patting his shoulder. I don’t want him to know how I really feel. He’s been so happy since he met Irene and I don’t want ruin that. My pain and sorrow shouldn’t be his pain and sorrow. I plaster a smile on my face to let him know I was ok.
“Alright honey. If something Is wrong with you just call me.” He leans forward and kisses me on the cheek. We both began walking out the kitchen when he stops mid step. “When I got home last night, I saw a big tear in the couch what happened?” He asked walking over to the couch.
I instantly start to blush, if he knew was actually happened, he would kill me, then find the Alexander and kill him. Instead, for both our sakes, I make up a lie.
“I was... Eating cheese and salami last night. When I got up from the couch the knife accidently slashed the couch.” I tell him. My fingers cross behind my back hoping he would buy the lie.
“Quinneth be lucky you’re my Granddaughter. Be careful next time.”
“I will... sorry.” I sputter out. We both walk out the door of the house, saying bye to each other he pulls out the driveway then I pull out right after him.
Turning the corner of Lamar St, I drive down the road to school. My finger taps against the steering wheel as my mind drifts off. Looking over to my phone in the cupholder I see no messages. Where could he be? I can deal with him maybe reading the messages and not answering them, I would have the idea that he was at least acknowledging me. This is him not even opening up the messages. I was thinking of driving down to Germani Industries, but that seems too stalker-ish and weird.
Stopping at the red light I lean my head against the headrest. Looking to the side I see a colorful sign. It says ‘Batcaver’s Homecoming parade this Friday from 11am-1pm'. Oh, crap I forgot about that. This whole Alexander situation has had my mind in a frenzy that I’ve forgot about more pressing matters. Since me and Lyra built the float, we will be operating it. The float is humungous so it’s a big responsibility. I honestly thought we would build it and not have to drive it, but I was wrong so wrong.
The light turns green and I procced driving down the road. I also forgot today me and the girls are going out to get our dresses for homecoming. Since I have no date, most likely I will be a third wheel to Lyra and Jack again. It was supposed to be me and Myer’s, but we all know how that turned out. Then I considered Alexander, but he’s gone M.I.A.
I will be the one woman show at homecoming. Most likely eating cupcakes and watching everyone else have fun, seems nice in theory. I honestly don’t even know what my dress Is going to look like. For days Lyra’s been texting me about what I’m going to wear, and I always tell her I don’t know.
I really was just going to go to the mall with them and whatever looks right that’s what I’m going to pick. Also, what is cheap because I’m on a budget.
Pulling into the school driveway I see a bunch of students in the parking lot socializing and some putting up decorations outside. Since it’s homecoming week they’ve brought out all the flair and pomp for the occasion. Streamers, poster boards, glitter and such. Turning off my car I put everything in my bag and get out my car. As I’m one leg out the car something jerks me back in.
What the hell? Looking down I see my jacket is snagged on my seat. Taking it off I get out and pull on it. Yanking it harder and harder it won’t budge. Why is this my life?
“Quinn?” I hear someone say. Lyle stands by my car; his curly hair is wild around this head. He wears a blue shirt and black jeans with grey and white shoes.
“Hi.” I say waving to him. Suddenly, the jacket lets loose and I jolt back against someone’s car. Lyle Immediately runs over to make sure I’m ok. His hand rests firmly on my back while the other one holds on to my car.
“Jesus Quinn you Ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I sputter out regaining my strength. Once he sees that I’m ok he lets go. Closing my door, I locked my car and start walking to the school. Wait, what is he doing here he doesn’t go here.
“Not to be rude or anything why are you here?” I asked curiously. “Last time I heard this is the place of sin.” I laugh bumping his shoulder.
He chuckles at my comment and begins talking. “Not my words my parents. The reason for me being here is because I’m helping out with your homecoming.” He speaks.
“How?” I say sidestepping a person.
“My father’s an electrician. He’ll be helping out with the lights and stuff so I have to help him out.” He explains.
“Neat. Me and my friend Lyra will be driving the float. If you see a big, giant bat I’ll be inside it.” I chuckle out.
“Well, I’ll make sure I will look for you. Hey, I have to go my father will be looking for me see you later.” He pats me on the back and leaves me.
Walking into the school I move around people trying to get to my locker. Once I get there, I unlock my locker and began getting my books out. On my right I hear chatter come near me, looking over I see it’s Lyra and Jack.
“You're not wearing that.” Lyra spits out.
“It’s my outfit don’t I have a decision?” Jack asks Lyra. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.
“No not over my dead body.”
“That could be arranged.” He smirks.
“What are you both arguing about?” I say turning towards them.
“As you know homecoming up. I’m wearing a lavender dress with sparkles and he wants to wear a black suit. Now with me being a fashionista and understanding fashion that doesn’t go together.” Jacks cuts his eyes at her. “It’s homecoming not a funeral.” She says mean mugging him.
“Well, that won't look right together.” I mumble out.
“Butttt it’s my homecoming too so shouldn’t I be able to wear what I want?” He asked.
“You also are right Jack. It’s your last homecoming wear what you want.” I shrug.
“Thank you, Quinn. Someone has some sense around here.” Lyra looks up at him, her mouth wide open in shock.
“Shut up.” She smacks his chest. “And you Harlequinn, you are MY best friend not his.” She points her finger in my face. "Your only supposed to agree with me.
“Calm down Ly that vein in your forehead is popping out.” I tell her pointing to her forehead. She smacks my finger away from her face and sneers at me. I just laugh at her response. “We need to be getting to class.”
She stands on her toes and gives Jack a kiss on the cheek. He says goodbye to us walking away.
Lyra leans up against the lockers while waiting for me to get done. Leaning down I grab my bag, put it in my locker while grabbing my books at the same time.
“What is that?” Lyra asks pulling down my neck collar. My eyes bulge open, god I forgot Alexander gave me a Hicky when he was over two days ago. Since then, it hasn’t gone away I’ve tried everything, but it didn’t work. I push her hand away covering it up.
“Nothing, just a birthmark.” Hopefully she believes me.
“Don’t lie to me Harlequinn. That’s a Hicky trust me I know.” She says crossing my arms.
I sigh as I shut my locker. “Fine it’s a Hicky, you got me.”
We began walking down the hall to economics.
“Who gave that to you? Myers?”
“Hell no! I’m so done with him.” Since the incident in the bathroom, I haven't seen him. Thank god for that.
“There is no one el- oh my godmother Alexander!” She screams out in the hallway. Some people turn around staring at us like were crazy.
“Can you like be louder Africa can’t hear you.” I say pulling her close to me.
“Sorry so it was Alexander then?” I give her a nod.
“I knew something would happen with you two. So exciting!” She smiles squeezing my arm.
“Yeah, but he hasn’t texted me back in 2 days.” Her lips go from a smile to a pout.
“Mhm that's weird. Doesn’t seem like something he would do.”
“I know.”
“Maybe he's busy. Didn’t you say that work has had him busy.”
“Yeah, but for two days?” I question her.
“I'm just trying to make an excuse. I believe he has a good explanation for this.”
I hope he does.
Author's Note:
Don't forget Saturdays chapter is always uploaded later in the day.
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