C H A P T E R S I X

I can't explain the happiness that I had when my lunch break came around. I was so ready to get away from Alex and just relax in a booth that I ran out of the bookstore faster than my mind could process.

But my happiness fell short when he followed me there and asked if he could eat lunch with me. He said he wanted to keep me company, but I would have rather shot myself in the leg than put up with him during my time of relaxation.

You should have seen the look on his face when I rejected his offer. A smile curls up my lips as I think about it, not able to contain my joy. I bet no other girl has been able to turn him down. Probably because most of the girls that go to my high school are desperate sluts, looking for guys that will make them feel better about themselves for a good five seconds.

I don't need a boyfriend to feel content, I've got me, myself, and I. What's so good about boys anyway?

Nothing, they're all just a bunch of whores.

"Who are a bunch of whores?" A voice suddenly asks beside me, causing me to jump a foot off of my seat. Did I say that out loud?

How embarrassing.

Thinking that it's Alex, I look up with a forced smile, before turning it into a scowl when I see that it's Quinton.

"Nothing, maybe you should stop being such a creep and listening in on other people's conversations." I snap, folding my arms across my chest. He just rolls his eyes before sliding into the booth across from me. I look at him with an annoyed expression. "Why are you here?"

"Percy came in early and said that we could have the rest of the day off." He says, and I can't help but smile with glee.

"Okay." I say, drawing out my words. "You could have just waited for me to come back to the bookstore to tell me that. I have to go back there to get my bike, anyway." He rolls his eyes again, something that I find him doing quite often when we're together.

"I know, but I have to have lunch anyway so I thought I would just kill two birds with one stone." He states, shrugging his shoulders. He slides out of the booth quickly before sending me a smirk. "See you around, weirdo."

"Yeah, whatever." I grumble as I watch him walk over to a booth on the opposite side of the diner, and I can't help but glare at him for ruining my peaceful lunch.

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I step through my front door, sighing as air conditioning hits my overheated body. Since I had to ride my bike home I'm now drenched in sweat and probably sun burnt, and I'm not happy. When I'm out in the sun for too long I get moody, so I'm relieved that both of my parents are still at work because I know that I'm on the verge of screaming my head off at someone.

Maybe I should just go over to Quintons house and throw a brick at his ugly face to get my anger out.

As tempting as that sounds-trust me, it sounds extremely tempting-I don't want to get sued for all that I love and cherish by his father. He's a talented lawyer who knows how to ruin people's lives.

Kind of like his son. . .minus the lawyer part.

I make my way upstairs and decide to take a shower. I grab undergarments and a pair of boxer shorts and an oversized t-shirt and head to my bathroom.

After my shower, I turn on my Xbox and go to Netflix, deciding to continue my episode of a show I've been liking recently.

Half way through a second episode I hear my phone go off from beside me on my bed, so I grab it and see that I have a text message from Jack.

I can't help but smile, happy and thankful that I have a best friend like Jack to make my life easier. Even in the first grade, she always remembered to bring an extra pencil sharpener because I had anger issues and always broke the pencils I had.

She never forgets about me.

After about three hours of Neflix, my parents call me down for dinner, and I'm surprised both of them are home so early tonight. I quickly hop out of bed and make my way downstairs to the dining room to find my parents having a conversation. They stop talking when I enter the room, smiles appearing on their faces. "Hey Ev."

"Hey mom, how was your day?" I ask her with a smile, running a hand through my long hair. I take my usual seat across from her.

"The usual. . .you?" She says with her same old smile. I shrug my shoulders.

"It was fine." I lie, not wanting to bring up my terrible day with Satan #1 and Satan #2. If my dad knew that there was some guy bullying me and another hitting on me, people would die.

I'm not ever going to tell them about the hatred between Quinton and I, because as much as I don't like Quinton, I don't want my dad gong to jail for the rest of his life for attempted murder.

Well. . .maybe I'm over exaggerating a little, because my dad has always been known to be the peace keeper of the family. Anytime there's a fight, he settles it, and anytime my mom is screaming her head off about something at work, he always knows how to calm her down.

So maybe my mother would be the one attempting murder. But she's a police officer, so I don't know how that would work.

Okay, forget I said anything.

"That's great." She says, nodding her head before turning back to my dad, continuing the conversation they were having before I entered the room.

"Yeah, so Betty came over to me and said-"

I zone out of their conversation as I help myself to the food that's in front of me, not at all interested in what they're talking about.

At times like these, I really wish my brother was around. He's the only one that actually wants to talk to me at the dinner table.

Well, if you count insults and kicking me under the table talking. But to me, that's better than eating in silence.

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