Quinn's pov

I was sitting in first hour listening to the lecture about our test. I almost fell asleep. When the tests were passed out I had quickly managed to fill everything in without any problems. Even the extra credit point was easy. I stand up and turn it in first. I sat back down at my Desk when my phone lit up

Colbyy: hey Quinn I'll pick you up after school today since you made me drive you lol

I got on my phone and replied

Me: oh hey thank you colby <3

Colbyy: aren't you taking a test this hour?

Me: I did. I complete dir in like five mins

Colbyy: yay for you!

Quinn: I can't wait to get out of here

Colbyy: hey it's April now. You have the rest of this month and then may and you can graduate

Me: I know I just wish they would've let me graduate early when I offered to take the ACT and SAT earlier

Colbyy: I know you tell us everyday

Me: sorry do I really say it everyday?

Colbyy: pretty much

Me: wow I'm really sorry

Colbyy: I hate to cut this short but the guys are outside doing something and they're all screaming me name sooo I'll text you later

Me: lemme know what happens

Colbyy: don't worry I will Quinny I love you

Me: I love you too

Colby byeee

I put my phone down and stared at the clock. Ugh I still had a half hour of class left. I grabbed a piece of lined papaws and decide to write a prom be UCSD's I had nothing better todo.

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12:00 AM is for the dreamers,

That's when they dream. They can't sleep but they dream and Imagine things that no others could. 12:00 AM is for the sleep deprived dreamers who have so many thoughts but nowhere to put them.

1:00 AM is for the artists,

It's for the artist who can draw and not care at all. They have themselves peace and they can just draw amazingly. They are able to succeed at anything they put their minds to

2:00 AM is for the writers,

For the writers who's writer's block mysteriously disappeared and they can write again with no problems. They can just put word after word and make everything work out. They can bend the line between fiction and reality which gives a story to be told

3:00 AM is for the explorers,

The ones who hunt for their dreams and chase them. The ones who don't just sit around. The ones who do stuff and make their goals and dreams into ambition and hard work. The ones who say 'it's now or never' and just feet first into the icy cold pool of life

4:00 AM is for the random strokes of Inspiration,

For the quick second of thought that spirals down into something more. For the thought that makes you think and gives you a brilliant idea that even though others deny you grabbed it and your grasp was held strong and firm to where it became the will for you to do something whether it be a dream or a goal or even like a painting or song. It's the idea and will you needed

5:00 AM is for early birds,

For the ones who get up early and make sure they are known. They get their stuff done and get it done quick. They want to make sure they are up and ready for face what ever life throws at them

And 6:00 AM,

Well...

6:00 AM is for that one person. The one that feels alone but isn't. The one who believes that they are made to do something but doesn't know just what yet. So they rise early, but not to early. And just take life on moving onwards and upwards. The ones who are never normal. The ones who are willing to take chances

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The bell rang so I gathered my stuff and hurried off to my next class.

***

It was seventh hour. I got to class early so I could show my teacher my poem thinking he'd like to read this

"I'm excuse me Mr. Wilson sir?" He looked I pfrom his book to look ah me

"Ah miss Taylor," he looked at the papaer in my hands "what have you got to show me?"

I smiled lightly and handed him the paper

I really like Mr. Wilson. He was a very sweet old teacher who always had stories to tell. He was an interesting man.

"Well Miss Taylor this is incredible,"

"You think so?"

"Of course I do. It's such a beautiful piece the expresses ones mind and how it flows with the hours of the early morning."

I smiled "thank you,"

"Would you mind if I read this aloud to the class?"

I thought for a moment

"No, not at all. I'm proud of my work,"

"You should be," I handed the paper back I him and I sat down at my desk just as the bell rang.

"Alright class I've got a piece here from a fellow student who had done an amazing job and I think this would be a great way to start us off into our poetry unit,"

Everyone groaned

He read it aloud and some became more interested as it went on. I just smiled to myself again for like the tenth time today.

***

The bell rang so I took this Opportunity to call Colby. It rang and he picked up

"Hey Quinny," he said

"Hey Colby I just thought I'd let you know that school is out,"

"Uh yeah I know what time your school gets out. You call me the same time everyday," he laughed which cause me to giggle lightly.

I quickly got to my locker Hopi g that I could get there before Mason and James did. I opened my locker but it immediately got slammed back shut. I looked to my right and saw Mason with his hand on my locker. I turned my head left and saw James cracking his knuckles.

"Colby," I said softly

"Yeah what's wrong?"

"If I come out of the school with a black eye what would you do?"

"Quinn I wanna know where the hell you are," he said as I heard him unbuckle and his car door opened

"Aww is the famous Quinn Taylor going to cry?" He said in mocking voice

"Probably because she such a crybaby!"

They continued to make fun of me by making baby crying noises

Tears did start to fall out of my eyes.

"I can't believe you wanted to show off the 'poem' in writing" James snorted "it was actually trash. I've seen the stupidest kids write better"

"Right!" Mason yelled back "like what was all that '12:00 am is for the dreamers and yadi yadi yada, blah blah blah,"

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I stood I straight but another few tears slipped my eye because I was scared

"Who are you on the phone with?" James asked taking it out of my hand. "Ooo who's Colbyy?"

"Is that your boyfriend?" Mason laughed

"Yeah it is actually," I said staring at him "so unless you wanna get hit with his ring hand I suggest you leave me alone," I turned at glared at both.

"What?" They both looked at each other

I pointed behind him and there stood Colby. He cracked his finger then flashed his rings.

"Listen." He said "I'm a nice guy and all. But when you mess with three things I become not so nice."

"Wanna know what those three things are?" I asked

"They're 1. Messing with my girlfriend. 2. Messing with my family and friends. And 3. Messing with my career. You've just messed with the most important thing," he said taking a deep breath

"This is where I'd suggest running," I said speaking to the boys in shock.

"Now. If you promise to leave her alone no one will get hurt. If you get up and walk away now there won't be any blood. If you don't. Well.. let's just say you don't wanna know what would happen," he said clenching his fist.

James and Mason looked from me to Colby a few times before running off without lookin back.

"Well I see you don't have a black eye. They didn't hurt you right?" He asked holding my face examining it before wiping the tears that had seeped out of my face "they didn't touch you at all?"

"No. If you didn't come in they probably would've hit me a few times,"

"If they ever and I mean ever harass you or touch you or even make fun of you. Come get me and I'll take care of the problem,"

"Colby I'm pretty sure you flashing your rings had them scared enough to know not to mess with me," I laughed

"Come on her your stuff so we can go back home,"

"Okay," I turned and reopened my locker. Colby stood text to my locker leaning his back on my neighbor's locker.

I'm not gonna lie he looks pretty damn intimidating with him standing over watch of me.

I grabbed my phone, did a double check of my locker then closed it.

"Ready?" I asked grabbing his hang and lacing our fingers

"Yep," he smiled as we walked out of the school and to his car