Jealousy Makes You Nasty

Chapter 49

My mother stands up quickly and rushes over to us, "Well?"

"Detention for this week, starting tomorrow," Quinn tells her with a relieved smile.

"Oh, thank god!" she breathes out, hugging Quinn tightly. Quinn's mother, Kerry, walks out of the office, deep in conversation with my dad.

"Clara, how are you?" Kerry walks over to my mother and they hug each other, whispering.

I walk over to my dad and look up at him, "Thanks dad," I tell him, hugging him tightly. He hugs me back and kisses the top of my head.

"I'm not happy with the situation you got yourself in Lottie, but I'll be damned if I didn't try and help you girls, I also had a chat with your principal about taking your suspension off your record due to incorrect accusation and wrongful punishment," he smiles softly.  "Now, time to go back to class," he pats me softly on my shoulder as my mother reaches us with Quinn next to her.

"Have a good day, my darlings," she leans over and kisses each of our cheeks before heading out the doors with my father's arm around her waist.

Quinn and I walk down the hallway towards our English class.

"Sorry that you got detention, Q," I apologize, walking slowly.

"Better than getting suspended," she smiles, nudging my shoulder. "How are you doing?"

I look up at her and see her eyes on mine, I look away quickly, "I'm good," I answer casually.

"Char... I know what he did-."

"Quinn, I'm fine, really. Honestly, it's better that I found out now instead of later, you know?" We stop outside our classroom.

"Charlotte, you love him," she tells me gently as if this is new information to me.

"I didn't know him long enough to love him," I inform her, stubbornly.

"That's bullshit and you know it," she looks at me pointedly. I reach for the doorknob, hoping to end the conversation when she speaks up again, "He called me."

I stop short and turn around, facing her, "Why?" I mean sure, I wasn't answering his calls but to call Quinn?

"To tell me how sorry he was about not doing anything about Summer sooner," she shrugs, "He told me that he called Courtney and Olivia too but Court hung up on him and Liv threatened to castrate him if he breathed another word to her. I guess I was the only one willing to listen," she chuckles lightly. Always the peacemaker.

"Quinn..." I trail off breathlessly.

She places her hand on my arm, "I'm not telling you to forgive him, I'm just telling you that he apologized to me."

"It's a little late for that," I grumble, brushing a hand over my face. "I want to hate him, Quinn."

"I know," she replies gently, pulling me closer to her.

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"Charlotte, pick up the pace!" Couch Fallon yells out, and I roll my eyes, not in the mood. Michelle is at the front of us, running with a smug grin on her face. Bitch.

"Damn that was shit," Olivia comments as I walk over to her on the bleachers, where I had left my bag.

"Yeah, thanks," I reply sarcastically, grabbing my water bottle, taking large gulps.

"Just saying," she raises her arms in surrender. Michelle walks by us with that stupid smug smile still on her face and stops in front of us. "Move along, Mitchell."