I took a deep breath before I walked towards them.
"What are you doing here at this time chronic latecomer?" I casually mocked him as I joined the group.
The others scoffed at the label I gave him, because it fit him well.
Quincey turned to me, and his eyes analyzed me from my face down to my shoes. Then looking back at my face again, he slightly tilted his head and mumbled something incomprehensible.
"My goodness," Lady marveled looking at me impressed, "Shannon you look... you look..."
"A-ma-zing!" Cindy completed.
"Exactly," Lady agreed, as Tiffany gave me two thumbs up.
"Thank you, thank you," I chortled gesturing for the compliments to stop.
I felt Quincey's gaze still on me, but I didn't look at him. The thing is, you can't look at Quincey for too long, because once you get locked in his gaze, well it's difficult to pull away. Under his dark bushy, full eyebrows, he has eyes that tend to swallow you up if you're not careful. I prefer Orson's soft, delicate features, his warm smile. He's just so cute and dreamy.
As Quincey's eyes were on me, I was sure he was going to say something stupid. But I was wrong, that idiot ruffled my hair.
"Quinceeeey!" I whined, immediately taking out my mirror from my bag to put my hair back in place.
He smirked rolling his lollipop in his mouth, happy with himself for ruining the start of my day.
"Here we go," I heard Cindy say, and the others, including Tiffany, snorted again.
"This is not funny, and it never will be," I growled through my teeth.
The only answer he gave was the infuriating smirk that was still on his face. It made me even more angry.
"You are sooo urgh..." I muttered still rearranging my hair.
I thought he was just going to say something ludicrous, but I sold him short.
"Oh, already done?" he sneered once I put my mirror back in my bag.
I gave him a death glare, but he just laughed it off.
"Don't mind him Shasha," Tiffany said patting my arm, trying to calm me down, but I let out a frustrated sigh.
"So, Miss snob," the imbecile continued anyway, "you're once again honoring us with your presence. This is one too many times though."
"What did you say?!" I don't know why after so long he still gets on my nerves so much.
"Go. Home," he enunciated slowly as if I was deaf.
"Moron."
"Bravo," he clapped, "you got it right, that is your middle name."
"Huh?"
"Shannon Moron Dugray. See how that fits perfectly?"
"Whoa," Lady and Cindy scoffed.
"It actually does," Kenneth whispered.
"Ugh you little-" I snarled at Quincey.
"Shasha!" Tiffany grabbed me by the shoulders aware that my blood was boiling. "Don't let it get to you. He's just teasing huh?" She turned to Quincey, and he did nothing but shrug.
I freed myself from her, and saw with the corner of my eye, Quincey's sly smile grow wider, which angered me more.
Who does he think he is? And why is Tiffany so close to such an unrefined coarse idiot? Just avoid him as usual,I told myself, and everything will be fine. Act like he's not there. No need to get annoyed with someone who doesn't exist.
"Actually," Tiffany said, "yesterday Quincey was really really late. So he has decided to pull himself together."
"That's true," he nodded, "and without Tiffany I wouldn't have been able to make it."
"She went as far as to prepare breakfast for him at his place," Cindy added.
I felt my blood boil again.
"You did what?!" I turned to Tiffany.
"Huh?" She muttered pretending not to understand.
"Is that why you ditched me?! To prepare breakfast for this fool?"
Quincey chortled, probably loving to be called a fool.
"Is this jealousy Shannon?" he said. "Don't worry, I have no intention of stealing your BFF."
"Just shut up," I retorted without looking at him.
"Do you want me to cook for you my little Sha?" She caressed my cheek.
"Oh please," I huffed, moving my face away.
"Well, what you prepared for me was really delicious Tiff, thanks again," Quincey said with a soft voice, as he settled his arm on Tiffany's shoulder for the umpteenth time.
She removed it, mouthing "Not now".
"What?" he shrugged.
She glanced at me, and I rolled my eyes.
"Oh don't mind me. Keep on feeding your Qui-Qui," I growled.
"That's the most stupid nick-name anyone could ever come up with," Quincey stated stretching out his hand to ruffle my hair again.
"Stop it!" I exclaimed slapping his hand away with the back of mine.
He grunted out of pain. I felt my rings hit him pretty hard, and I gasped. I didn't mean to hurt him, he was the one who started.
"Are you Okay?!" Tiffany worriedly held his hand.
"I'm fine Tiff," he reassured her, "it's nothing."
"Whoa," Kenneth shook his head at me. "I guess you woke up on the wrong side of the bed Shannon."
I wanted to say sorry, but I was just so annoyed with Quincey. Tiffany blew on his hand trying to calm the pain even though he said he was fine. I turned on my heels without saying a word, ignoring as she called me back.
It's crazy how that guy makes me so angry sometimes. I slowly decreased my pace until I stopped. Then I turned back to look at him.
Is he really hurt? I wondered.
I saw Tiffany still holding his hand in hers, but he removed it and clenched his fist, then opened it, and clenched again, showing her that he was alright. I let out a sigh of relief, knowing Tiffany would have freaked out if something really did happened to him.
Plus, I don't want him getting hurt either. I mean not that I care, or that I'm worried, or anything. I mean, sure, he annoys me, but I have never had any intention of wounding him.
Just as I was about to look away, our eyes met, and a smirk of malice appeared on Quincey's face, then he winked at me.
Is he mocking me?! I started to get riled up again.
Even though it was childish, I stuck my tongue out at him and walked away hastily not waiting for his reaction.
Hmpf, there's absolutely nothing wrong with him... What a relief.
At least, it gave me a good opportunity to slip away from the group and go meet up with love.
The bell was going to ring in about ten minutes. I didn't have much time, yet I wasn't able to find Orson. There were two explanations, either he had not yet come, in that case he was another "Quincey", not punctual. If that was it, I told myself love forgives all faults, so I'll overlook it.
The other explanation was that he wasn't even real to begin with. Just my imagination making me see someone that seemed to embody everything that I wanted in a guy.
Orson is refined, polite, nice, warm, calm. If only I had met him sooner, he could have stolen my heart long ago. I was looking desperately for him because I wanted him to steal it away. Immediately. I knew he easily could.
As I was about to give up on my search, that's when I saw him. Sitting peacefully on a bench, under the foliage of a tree to protect himself from the sun. He was still reading his book.
It was my chance, but as I started coming closer to him, I walked past Kathy and her two followers.
"Go for it Kathy," one of them said. "It's your chance, he's alone. Go and talk to him."
"I heard his name is Orson."
"OK, OK," she squealed. "I'll go. Wish me luck!"
"You don't need it," her two minions replied.
Nuh-uh. I was already mentally pulling her hair. Not on my watch.
I couldn't believe my ears. Then again it made sense, I wasn't the only one who had eyes. At first I stood still as I saw her pass me by. But I quickly came back to my senses.
Sorry honey, I thought, as I caught up to her and grabbed her arm before she could get near him.
I need him in my life right now. He's mine.
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