Post by Synistergrrl on Jul 23, 2011 17:00:50 GMT -5
~Quinn spent the better part of the evening avoiding Jack. Part of him was simply embarrassed at how he'd reacted to the boy but also he was still pissed Jack had been so rude. It was like he was just like all those Slytherin's who called him Mudblood. But it worse because it was Jack. But on top of all that, Jack had cornered him, touched him in a way that had sent a chill down his spine. Anything Quinn had ever fantasized about was nothing compared to being under Jack's spell.~
~Quinn had taken notice of Jack his first year. But at the time it had been more of putting Jack up on a pedestal. As each year had gone by though that childish infatuation had changed to something else. Quinn watched Jack from afar, but he wasn't a girl about it. He wasn't stalking the boy. Quinn had made friends and spent most of his time hanging out with them. He was musically inclinded and had spent time entertaining his friends. It's something he'd gained from his father.~
~But he still found when he was in the common room with his friend and Jack was there, he couldn't help but stare at the beautiful boy who had the entire Gryffendor house following him around like puppies. Hell even Quinn had to admit the boy had a certain charisma that no one else seemed to own. Even now as he sat in his bedroom trying to avoid the golden boy of the Griffen's, he couldn't help admitting the boy had managed to make him catch his breath.~
~The next morning, Quinn escaped down to the great hall early. He sat amongst his friends and classmates eating breakfast. When Jack entered the Hall, Quinn tired to pretend he didn't see him. But ofcourse his friend had to pipe up.~
Hey... I heard that Jack saved your ass yesterday from some asshole Slytherin?
~Quinn smirked, shrugging and rushing if off. Obviously they all assumed Jack was being the super nice guy he was known to be for sticking up and saving Quinn from a beating. And though Quinn felt shitty about it, he just let them continue to believe that. It was easier then trying to explain the truth to them. They wouldn't believe him or really they wouldn't want to believe him.~
He was just doing me a solid....
~He smiled at the boy and went back to eating. As the other's all chattered on about what a good guy Jack was, Quinn felt himself getting more and more pissed. It was a lie after all, right? So he pushed up from the table, making some excuse about needing to go to the library before class. He darted off and went straight to the the long isle's and tall shelves of books. It was the one place he knew he'd not find Jack and that was good.~
Hiding in here isn't going to make things better, Quinn...
~He was sitting in the isle on the floor near the back of the library when he heard the voice. His head shot up and he looked around, until he realized the person was on the isle next to him. After a moment he found the source. After digging out some books, he could see the pale blue eyes and dark hair of the smaller Ravenclaw.~
Who the hell says I'm hidin, Roberts? Maybe I'm studyin?
~Mal scoffed at that. He pushed up and walked around to the isle that Quinn was on. The two had meet each other the previous year and had some how managed to become friends.~
You don't ever study, Quinn... not unless you are forced.... what's going on?
~Quinn shrugged and when Mal sat down, those bright clever eyes bore into the Gryffendor and Quinn spilled it. He told the Ravenclaw everything and the more he talked the more Mal just listened a bit surprised, or more awed by what he heard. He wasn't so surprised about what he was hearing, but he was a bit surprised that Zillah had been the one that had helped Mal and now he knew where he got the head wound for.~
You can't hide from him forever, Quinn. And you know if Zillah was good to you, then you should stick up for him. Let Jack sink or swim, Quinn. You have to be good to those that were good to you...
~Quinn frowned at that and then shrugged.~
I know....
~Quinn had taken notice of Jack his first year. But at the time it had been more of putting Jack up on a pedestal. As each year had gone by though that childish infatuation had changed to something else. Quinn watched Jack from afar, but he wasn't a girl about it. He wasn't stalking the boy. Quinn had made friends and spent most of his time hanging out with them. He was musically inclinded and had spent time entertaining his friends. It's something he'd gained from his father.~
~But he still found when he was in the common room with his friend and Jack was there, he couldn't help but stare at the beautiful boy who had the entire Gryffendor house following him around like puppies. Hell even Quinn had to admit the boy had a certain charisma that no one else seemed to own. Even now as he sat in his bedroom trying to avoid the golden boy of the Griffen's, he couldn't help admitting the boy had managed to make him catch his breath.~
~The next morning, Quinn escaped down to the great hall early. He sat amongst his friends and classmates eating breakfast. When Jack entered the Hall, Quinn tired to pretend he didn't see him. But ofcourse his friend had to pipe up.~
Hey... I heard that Jack saved your ass yesterday from some asshole Slytherin?
~Quinn smirked, shrugging and rushing if off. Obviously they all assumed Jack was being the super nice guy he was known to be for sticking up and saving Quinn from a beating. And though Quinn felt shitty about it, he just let them continue to believe that. It was easier then trying to explain the truth to them. They wouldn't believe him or really they wouldn't want to believe him.~
He was just doing me a solid....
~He smiled at the boy and went back to eating. As the other's all chattered on about what a good guy Jack was, Quinn felt himself getting more and more pissed. It was a lie after all, right? So he pushed up from the table, making some excuse about needing to go to the library before class. He darted off and went straight to the the long isle's and tall shelves of books. It was the one place he knew he'd not find Jack and that was good.~
Hiding in here isn't going to make things better, Quinn...
~He was sitting in the isle on the floor near the back of the library when he heard the voice. His head shot up and he looked around, until he realized the person was on the isle next to him. After a moment he found the source. After digging out some books, he could see the pale blue eyes and dark hair of the smaller Ravenclaw.~
Who the hell says I'm hidin, Roberts? Maybe I'm studyin?
~Mal scoffed at that. He pushed up and walked around to the isle that Quinn was on. The two had meet each other the previous year and had some how managed to become friends.~
You don't ever study, Quinn... not unless you are forced.... what's going on?
~Quinn shrugged and when Mal sat down, those bright clever eyes bore into the Gryffendor and Quinn spilled it. He told the Ravenclaw everything and the more he talked the more Mal just listened a bit surprised, or more awed by what he heard. He wasn't so surprised about what he was hearing, but he was a bit surprised that Zillah had been the one that had helped Mal and now he knew where he got the head wound for.~
You can't hide from him forever, Quinn. And you know if Zillah was good to you, then you should stick up for him. Let Jack sink or swim, Quinn. You have to be good to those that were good to you...
~Quinn frowned at that and then shrugged.~
I know....
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