I walk into the kitchen to grab a water. Taking a sip, I lean against the counter and think about Quinneth. I can't believe she didn't think I liked her like that.
I'm 100% in love with her. I love it when she gets nervous, her laughs are intoxicating and those skirts will be the death of me.
When I went over to her house, I honestly thought we were just going to watch a movie. Making out with her was a total shock to me. Once I started kissing her, I couldn't stop, she's like a drug to me. She smelled of strawberries and bananas with a hint of honey. I can't wait to see her again, to feel her in my arms again.
The memories of us pop into my head. The way she sounded moaning my name, I can still feel her gripping my hair. The smell of arousal between her legs drove me to the roof, I was so close to taking her right there. But I'm a gentleman, I would never dream of hurting my Quinn. My Quinn? Let's just ignore that, shall we? Her skin was so soft within my hands, warm and tender.
Daydreaming about Quinneth, I didn't even see my father standing in front of me. When did he get here?
"Alexander you alright I've been calling your name for the last 3 minutes." He said waving his hands in my face.
"Sorry... Uh, what do you need?" I asked sitting my water down.
"We need to talk." He says directing us to his office. Once we get there, he sits in his chair and I sit in the chair in front of his desk.
It takes a few minutes for him to say something. Usually, if he's quiet for a long time what he has to say is serious. I lean forward focusing all my attention on him.
"Son... This is going to be difficult to hear but you can't see Quinneth again." Yes, this is quite difficult to hear, stay away from Quinn how am I supposed to do that?
"What do you mean I can't see her again?" I asked my voice changing tunes.
"At the last meeting I said that the werewolf exposing themselves to humans wasn't a big deal, now it is. The wolf, who wasn't a part of our pack, was taken away to where we don't know. This can hurt us so everyone, even me, needs to lay low." He says finishing up.
I lean my head back closing my eyes trying to control the anger that surges through me. I swear it's always something going on that stops me. We just are now getting close, something I thought would take a long time to happen.
"This can't be fucking happening," I whisper under my breath.
"No cursing." He says scowling at me. "This is the way it has to be Alexander until this matter is under control, also you need to focus on your studies." I give him a confusing look. What is he talking about I always get my work done, on time might I add?
"I do focus on my work; I take it very seriously." I understand the whole werewolf-exposing-themselves thing, but him trying to make it seem like I'm not doing my work is bullshit. This is about her. "This is about Rhella isn't it?" I ask leaning up close while observing his facial expression.
"Alexander let's not do this now." His face is stoic.
"No, let's do this right now she is not Rhella. I repeat NOT Rhella. Keeping me from her will only make me want her more." I stand up smacking my hands on the desk.
I look down to see his blue veins popping out of his neck. Oh, he's angry I don't give a crap.
Standing up from his swivel chair his dark eyes connect with mine, holding me captive with his gaze.
"How do you know? Because you go out for ice cream and make candy bags with her. That doesn't mean you know her character." How does he even know that?
"Do you have scouts following me?" I ask. His eyes revert down with guiltiness. So, it is true then, he doesn't have to say anything. "You're kidding me, right? That was private time we shared."
"Nothing you do is private until I'm dead and buried deep in the ground. Your health is more important than your happiness. You are my only son, hell my only child I will do whatever needs to be done to make sure you are safe and sound." He spits out to me.
I appreciate him trying to look out for me, but not around Quinneth. She would never hurt me even if she possesses the Zastitnik powers, she's strong enough to control it. Many Zatitniks in the past have been able to control and use their powers for good. The only person to use the power for vengeance is Rhella, but she had a motive, Quinn doesn't.
I mean the girl cared enough to set out 10 different snacks so I wouldn't go hungry, what kind of killer/menace does that?
"You are wrong about her? She's nothing like that she-devil Rhella. If you took the time to get to know her you would know that." I scream at him.
"I will not match your volume because I know you're angry. It's not forever just, for now, take this time to focus on what's important."
"What's important? She's more important than anything, more important than this." I say pointing around this room, indicating the pack.
"Alexander? Don't be dramatic." He says rolling his eyes at me.
"You are full of it." I turn around my fist balling up.
"Rhella burned up towns son, even went to great lengths to kill her husband. All because of one situation. When you become a father, you will understand where I'm coming from."
"When I become a father, I will be better than you were with me."
"Don't you dare try to call me a bad father, I was good to you through and through?" He walks up to me, his breath fanning over my face. He's right, he was a good father to me growing up, I just wanted to say something to hurt him. What's wrong with me? "I talked to your mother, she said Quinneth had pain inside of her how do you know for certain that pain won't be inflicted on people?" He questions. "How many days have you spent with her, like a week?"
"Doesn't matter. Yes, I've spent a little bit of time with her, but during that time I was able to absorb a lot about her. She's thoughtful, caring, and loyal. I know she has pain, but she will not take it and inflict it on people, you are wrong." I give him a hard glare and walk over towards the door.
"I need your phone, Alex." He says holding his hands out. Taking my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans, I lay it on the side table near the door. "There's the phone." I leave out the room.
Turning the corner, I accidentally run into my mom.
"Alexander where are you going to in a hurry?" She asked holding onto my arm.
"You need to get your husband. He's driving me insane." I say pulling my hair.
"What did he do?" She looked at me worry filling her face.
"He said I can't be around Quinn anymore because of this stupid wolf. Also, he compares her to Rhella."
"Oh god."
"Yeah, and he also said you told him about the conversation we had after the meeting. Why would you tell him that information about Quinn, about her having pain? He would find any reason to keep me from her." I spat out, my blood boiling beneath my skin.
"I didn't think he would use it against you. Just something I thought was harmless, sorry Alexander." She takes my hands in hers. "It will get better, you will be able to see her again, just wait a while. Love can stand the test of time Alexander." I start to calm down, her good energy radiates through my body.
"I just... I can't be apart from her, things are starting to get good. With me just disappearing out of thin air what will she think? That I just used her like all the other jackasses out here?" I say looking down at my shoes.
My mother's finger comes to my chin lifting my head. "It will be alright. She is your mate, yes she doesn't know it now, but her feeling for you will always remain true, even if there is pain."
Maybe she's right. It's for two weeks. Two long, miserable weeks without her. My Quinneth. My Lotus.
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 any of my texts or 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 we're 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 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 feel. He's been so happy since he met Irene and I don't want to 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 of 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 huge gash.
I instantly start to blush, if he knew what happened, he would kill me, then find 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 accidentally slashed the couch." I tell him. My fingers were crossed 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 stalkerish 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 11 am-1 pm. Oh, crap I forgot about that. This whole Alexander situation has had my mind in a frenzy that I've forgotten about more pressing matters. Since I 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 proceed 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 the 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 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. As I'm one leg out of 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 the caboose of the car; his curly hair is wild around this head. He wears a blue shirt and black jeans with grey and white shoes.
"Hi," I said 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?" His eyes are startled.
"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, but 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. I and my friend Lyra will be driving the float. If you see a big, giant bat I'll be inside it." I notify him.
"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 is coming 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." Jack 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 whines.
"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 kisses Jack 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 bulged 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?" She asks eagerly.
"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 we're 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.
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