THIRTEEN: I'm Going To Have To Say No

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Guess who's been keen for this next chapter? YOU HAVE!
And what's the bet you've skipped past this bit to get to the story because you're SO eager to find out what Quinton has to say? Well HAH to you, because i wrote heaps before that bit just to make you wait that little bit longer :P

You know what you have to do ;)

ENJOY!

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Karmer8's P.O.V

I looked myself over in the window reflection beside the double doors to the gym. I didn't look bad, but I didn't think I looked too good either.

“Stop fussing,” Grayson whined beside me impatiently, but then stopped for a second and fixed his own hair. He grinned innocently at me.

“Hypocrite,” I muttered to him and headed for the double doors. I liked this entrance best because it was away from everyone else. Grayson put his arms around me and hugged me from behind.

“Aw come on man, lighten up and have some fun for once,” he teased. I pushed him away.

“Fine,” I groaned and took a deep breath. He smacked me on the ass and hopped to the door.

“Don't be such a prude,” he chortled and then ducked inside, I followed after him.

Main stream machine music blasted from the speakers and people were already getting down and heavy. Samara sauntered over to Grayson just ahead of me and they started making out again. I rolled my eyes and ducked over to the corner of the room where I intended to stay invisible for the entire night.

Why did Miles want me to come to this stupid thing anyway? Was he planning on embarrassing me further or something? If he tried, I was going to punch him so hard he'll wish he never left Spain.

I did a quick scan and came up clean, Miles wasn't here yet. Speaking of Miles, I didn't see Kent either. Oh well, who cares.

“Hey,” came a voice. I looked over to see that soccer player from the pizza night, the one who was going to bash me. Instinctively I flinched, tensing up. He put his hands up in peace and I frowned.

“Quinton right?” he asked me, coming to stand beside me. I took a step sideways from him and nodded. He sighed and ran a hand through his gelled hair.

“I wanted to apologise man, about the other night. I don't know what I was thinking. It wasn't even because you were gay, my uncle's gay and I really look up to him. It's just, I don't know, a power thing? Anyway I wanted to say I was sorry, and I wont do it again,” he ranted on. I turned to face him head on, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Your dad hit Miles, and you're pressing charges for him defending me. Why would I forgive you?” I growled. The guy bit his lip.

“I know. My dad is a lunatic, he thinks he can rule everything,” he said. I lifted my eyebrows.

“So? So tell him to drop the charges and to stop beating up kids,” I spat.

“It's difficult,” he defended.

“But it's what's right,” I stated. The guy looked into my eyes, searching for something, but I stayed solid and unwavering. Finally he looked away and let out a breath through his nose.

“I'll call him and make things right,” he said and walked off. I went back to my corner and leant against it.

Well, there goes all my courage for the night. I doubted I could trust that guys word on it, but it was worth a shot.

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