quinn had nate around his arm.
johnson was on the floor, unconscious.
i kneeled next to him and his pressure.
he was still conscious.
suddenly, i heard a something click above me.
"you still owe me the couple $1,500, guys." he taunted, pressing the cold metal of the gun on my forehead.
"quinn, i have your money. it's in my car. i swear on my life that it's in there." i said, putting my hands up.
he exhaled and threw nate on the floor.
he took me by my elbow and pushed me out the building.
i saw lana in the car, a worried emotion plastered on her precious face.
"hide." i mouthed to her.
she furrowed her eyebrows.
"woah. who's the pretty lady?" he asked, eyeing her.
"that's my girlfriend."
asswipe.
"she's with you?" he asked in disbelief.
"quinn, we were just here so i could give you the money."
i opened the door.
"are you alright, babe?"
"yeah, but who is that guy?"
"i'll explain later, just give me the money in the glove compartment."
she opened it and pulled the bills out.
"here."
he smirked and winked at lana.
i almost launched towards him, but lana pulled me back.
i hate quinn garths.