Chapter 16

Sex. The intimate action between two people in which could have life changing consequences.

Sex. The intimate action between two individuals as a way to get release.

Sex. The intimate action between two people that is just something to do.

All three statements about sex is true. However, for myself, I hold sex as something that is supposed to be special. And though now I have had sex with six boys, not once have I regretted it. At the time each of those boys meant something special to me.

Well except for the last. All I have figured out is that MK is my brother's friend, and that is it. I have no idea why he was so pained when I couldn't remeber anything. I have no idea why he was acting so clingy after waking up next to me. And for that I think that is the reason why I don't regret sleeping with him.

It seems like he truly cared for me, the girl he had met the night before, deeply.

But anyway, that's not the point right now. Right now, the point is convincing myself that going back to school is a good idea. That I have no reason to be ashamed, scared, or freaked simply by walking the halls of my school.

I shouldn't care what my peers think. I shouldn't care that Will slept with Cleo. I shouldn't care that Cleo is a two face. I shouldn't care. But I do.

Will got mad at me because I slept with four other guys, but not once was it a boy that he was best friends with. Not once did I decide to make flirty faces with James or Tony.

It think it's funny how this whole problem started with the number of guys I slept with, and I just added another to the list. Won't Will be estatic?

I can do this. I tell myself as I stare at the brick building of my school.

And with that final reassurance I step out of my car, grabbing my backpack from my passenger seat, ad start heading to the entrance of the school. Everyone steps aside for me, parting like the red sea, and I can hear the whispers bouncing off the walls; but I continue walking. I will not let them get to me.

When I get to my locker, the feeling of prying eyes bleed into my back, side, head, everywhere. There really is no escape. I hear my name being utter from their mouths as I grab my chem book. And I see the look of pity, sympathy, and disgust out of the corner of my eyes.

I hate this.

I hate them.

I hate the dread in my stomach, but there is no way to stop it. Not unless I can go back about 18 years and prevent Will from being born.

But unfortunately I cant be that guy from Back to the Future.

So I continue on with getting my books, and walk to class. Not once getting a moment of peace with the following eyes. And as soon as I stepped into my class, I knew it wasn't going to be okay. I should have begged to live with my brother and transfer to a school in the city.

I was the fifth one in the room, and as soon as I stepped foot inside the threshold, all eyes were on me. But when the bell rung, and the others started to file in, every pair of eyes darted to me when they pasted the door. Some blantantly turned around and stared at me.

There was no way out of this situation. Especially when Tony and Grant walk into the room, their eyes never leaving mine as they both make their way to my lab area. And though Tony has reason to be in this class, James does not. He was never a fan of chemistry, so obviously AP Chem was not his choice for senior science.

"Quinn." Tony says lowly, his normal playful attitude long gone, and reason why he's considered a bad boy is all too clear. His glare is being directed towards me, and his jaw is clenched.

And while James is normally the silent one, it works for his scary persona. Scary and deadly.

But what I don't get is why their anger is directed at me. Will is the one who did wrong. Not me. I just left to get away. I did not sleep with his best friend. So...

"Tony. James." I greet them with a forced smile, "Is there anything I could do for you playboys?" I ask them sarcastically, making James just roll his eyes.

"Why don't we just cut to the chase. Where's Will?" James ask.

I shrug my shoulders and give them a half smile, acting as if I didn't care, "Why should I know? I don't even want to be near that scumbag." I tell them.

They both give me confused looks, not once in my life have ever called Will a scum bag. I mean sure when I was mad I called him a dick or a son of a bitch, but never a scum bag. Not when I wasn't talking to him. Not when I was his friend, and certainly not when I was his bad girl.

"What are you talking about Quinn?" Tony asks me, confusion and concern written all over his face, "This is Will we are talking about."

I scoff at them, looks like someone didn't tell his best friends what he did. "Well first of all Tony, I would quite having your face like that- you'll get ugly wrinkles when your 20." I point to his face, and he instantly changes it back to no emotion, erasing the creases on his forehead. "And second of all, it looks like your dear boy didn't tell you the shit he has done."

"What did he do this time?"

I smirk at them, and it seems like the class is interested in this debate as well since even the teach hasn't bothered to demand us to either quite talking or leave. I guess everyone loves the truth.

"What do you think?" I ask them, pursing my lips to the side. They both shrug their shoulders and motion for me to continue. "He slept with Cleo."

"HE WHAT!?" Tony yelled while James' jaw seemed to just drop to the floor in shocked silence. Or in his case just shock.

I give them a sarcastic smile, "Yep, dear boy Will slept with the girl I called my best friend for two and a half years." I tell him.

"So when you disappeared, he wasn't with you?" James asked, finally composing himself enough to talk, and this time it's my turn to roll my eyes.

"Of course he was with me, I decided, 'hey I love and you cheated on me, and I feel like you just dug a knife through my heart and all, but let's go on a romantic get away.' And then we decided to go Disney and get married." I tell him sarcastically.

It seems everyone seems to be soaking in the story, and Tony goes to open his mouth, a smile on his face, "No, he wasn't with me unless he is some creep that somehow tracked down my brother and was staring through the freaking windows like a pedo."

Tony just shrugs his shoulders raising his hands in defeat. "Well, I mean it would be a cute cliché ending for you two." Making me want to gag.

"And technically he didn't cheat, you two were never officially together." James corrects me, and I just raise my eyebrows at him, a look of disbelief is all I can do at the moment while I try not to jump over the desk and kill him. He is taking Will's side. The cheating bastard.

Breath Quinn. Breath in and breath out.

"Ah I see, so going all caveman because I've slept with a few of my prior boyfriends is okay. Walking up to me in the hallway to kiss me on the cheek is okay? Coming over to just watch tv is okay? And coming over to beg for forgiveness is okay? But saying that he cheated on me is crossing a line?" I ask, a cool anger slowly raising within me with each question and by the end I have to squeeze my eyes shut not to leap out of my seat and attack the two morons standing in front of me.

"That's not what I'm saying." James tries to defend himself, making me chuckle humorlessly.

"Then what is that you mean?"

"It's different for him and you." He tells me, his voice quieter than before. "You're a girl, your not possessive over your guy, but for guys- if they don't go all possessive then another will steal them before the girl even knew they were taken."

"Bullshit."

"Whatever. Now, do you have any idea where Will could be?" James asks, changing his own subject, obviously refusing to continue the debate which would have just lead to me making him seem foolish. Trust me girls are possessive of their guys.

"Nope." I tell the two, pooping the 'p' showing them my sickly sweet smile. "But you know try anywhere with hoes, you know how he loves to just sleep with anything with a pulse. So maybe a whorehouse." I tell them, then I pickup my bag, and walk toward the front of the class.

"It was a pleasure being in here today. I hope all of you go fuck yourselves later for being lazy ass- maybe your ass can teach you some manners. We'll see tomorrow what you learned." I announce at the front of the class, making everyone's jaw drop to the basement. I then turn to the teacher, and give him a salute, and walk out of my AP Chem class.

I am so sick of peoples judgement. I am so sick of Will fucking everything up, and just fucking everything. And finally I am so sick of all of this bullshit.

I just for once want a day without drama. I want a day where I don't get my heart broken. I want a day where I don't get betrayed. But it doesn't see like that is ever in the books for me.