CHAPTER 2:
Just shut up!
Quinn

"I'm not going."

"Quinn, I know you hate her guts, but you don't have your license yet. Just get in the car," Mom instructed, pointing in the direction of my cousin from my fathers' side.

Moon.

"I'll drop out. There's plenty-"

"Get. In. The. Car," Mom was already fuming at the fact that someone tried scamming her at the dealership this morning and now she was trying to force me to get in the car of that she-devil.

Moon honked and I huffed, reluctantly walking down the driveway and getting into the passengers seat.

"Hey! It's been so long, how are you?" Moon smiled at me, but I had to remind myself that she was willingly bffs' with Yasmine.

"Oh, right. You can't talk," Moon cleared her throat.

"I just hope therapy is going well. Maybe then we can actually have a girls night."

And have you invite her?

The girl who bullies my crush?

Yeah, not in a million years.

It was awkward for the first few minutes as I texted Eli, telling him how I hated this car ride and was happy that I would be able to get my license in a week.

"You like anyone?" She spoke up and I immediately turned off my phone.

"No."

"That means. . .no, right?" I nodded.

"Bummer. What about the nerds you hang out with?"

"No."

"Oh, okay," She turned her eyes back on the road.

Of course you'd refer to them as nerds.

"I'm sorry about Yasmine, she just doesn't think before she talks."

Making excuses for her?

Nothing new, I see.

I wanted Moon to just stay silent. I wanted her to keep her mouth shut and just drop us both off so I didn't have to see her until the afternoon, but no.

She just had to speak on it.

"Look, Quinn, I. . .I'm sorry about everything that happened. My dad disowned your father from the family, they had no idea that he was so-"

With a roll of my eyes and my fingernails digging into the palm of my hand, I opened the door and she stopped the car out of shock. I hopped out with my backpack, only a few minutes of walking to get to school, so I refused to get back in that car.

"Quinn! Quinn, come on! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-!"

Of course you didn't.

No one ever does.

Only this time, you knew.

You knew what he did and you still decided to speak.

And yet you wonder why I hate you?