4 a.m.

thirty-one

The door opened slowly as she pushed it with her two fingers, Wendy walked inside Quentin Hart's house and looked for him around, but he was no where to be seen. Walking into his garage, she found him smoking a cigarette with a girl sitting next to him.

"Hart," she said, crossing her arms.

He turned his head and so did the girl and Wendy stared at her, she narrowed her eyes and tried to put her face to a name but she couldn't, she didn't know who she was.

"Rams," he smirked when he saw her, "What are you doing here?"

Wendy took her attention away from the girl and took it back to the boy staring at her, "Do you have my pills?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "I was going to call you after..." he trailed off, turning his attention to the girl sitting next to him on the floor.

"Right," Wendy nodded, swallowing hard, "Who is this?"

"She has a voice," Quentin said, taking another drag of the cigarette in his hand. I never smoked a cigarette in my life, they were expensive back then, people used to trade things for them, I think my dad used to smoke them, but I don't remember him much honestly.

"Naomi," she responded to Wendy's question.

"I'm-" Wendy started, but was cut off.

"I know who you are," Naomi said to the girl, "Quentin talks about you, so does everyone else."

"Everyone else?" Wendy frowned, "What do you mean by everyone else?" Naomi grabbed Quentin's cigarette and took a drag, blowing the smoke towards Wendy's direction.

"Jane, Bailey, Regan, Ryder, a lot of people from Black Ravens," Naomi explained to her, "You're like the next Sophie of the group."

Wendy swallowed hard, "Yeah, I've been getting that a lot."

"Don't worry though," Naomi chuckled, "You're not Sophie, you will never be her."

"Naomi," Quentin raised an eyebrow, "Don't."

Naomi stared at Wendy and said one last thing before getting her things and leaving the house, "You will never replace someone as amazing as her."

As she walked past Wendy, she bumped her shoulder, making Wendy's rage break out. She turned around and pushed Naomi, making her fall face first into the floor.

"Wendy!" Quentin yelled.

Naomi got up and touched the blood that trickled from her nose, she got up and stared at Wendy. She grabbed her by her hair and threw her to the ground, giving her a punch to her cheek. Wendy used her damaged hand to punch Naomi in the cheek and screamed out in pain. Naomi hit the floor and lied there, feeling the pain rush through her face.

Wendy grit her teeth and lied on the floor, grabbing her bad hand and trying her hardest not to cry from the pain.

Quentin crouched over Wendy and took a bottle of pills from his pocket, "You must have really messed up your hand."

The bleach blond haired girl stared at the boy hovering over her, she stared at him for a little bit, and I would be lying if I said that her first thought was to pull him towards her and to kiss him but she loved Michael and she couldn't hurt him.

But can you love someone and still want someone else?

No. She didn't want Quentin, she couldn't describe it, she felt something for him, how couldn't she? With the way that he stared at her, and the fact that he wanted her out of all the girls that were falling to his feet. Maybe if Quentin were someone else, and she were someone else, they could work, but they weren't anyone else, they were only themselves.