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[color=ff0066]Location:[/color] Home -> Homeroom
[color=ff0066]Interacting with:[/color] | [color=1CA9C9][b]Wyatt[/b][/color] |
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Quincy Hart hated school a lot less now that she was a Burner. Sure, it still sucked, but since she’d stopped following around the It Girls like the fluffed up poodle that was Selena Sterling, she’d found that she had much more time to sleep. Her morning routine was getting out of bed, slipping into whatever she could find that wasn’t dirty, and leaving. She had no need to be up at 5:30 to do her hair, because no one cared. She could walk in to school completely naked, and chances are the only one who would bat an eye would be A Double.

Speaking of…

Quincy had woken up the morning after the party, the taste of her own breath and McDonalds mixing together on her tongue, and one of A Double’s band tees covering her body. She was shook to say the least. Because surely, if you wake up in a boy’s clothes, you had sex with him? Q couldn’t quite recall, but as she later found out over waffles, they had not slept together. The only thing that had happened that night was a decent amount of making out, and that was it. And for that, Q was thankful.

That morning, after Wyatt had disappeared into Dreamland for a nap, Q and A Double had snuck off and discussed...well not much. Q had been firm that she didn’t know what was going on, but she’d think about it. And until further notice, whatever they were, was a secret. Quincy knew damn well that once it got out that her and A Double were a thing, it would change. She just wanted to exist, for a moment, in a pure moment of romance. Was that too much to ask?

Since that morning, Quincy had been keeping her distance, trying to work things out. Relationships were scary, commitment was scary, and falling in love? Terrifying. Yet, Quincy Hart was seated on this Monday morning, looking into her vanity, contemplating all three. [color=ff0066][i]What have I done?[/i][/color]

Once she was satisfied with her clothes’ level of IDGAF attitude, Quincy trotted downstairs. Her mom had returned home over last night, and was still upstairs in bed. Q didn’t bother waking her. She slipped out the front door, snagging an apple from the kitchen on her way out, and began the drive to BHHS in her car, the one luxury item she chose to use.

An uneventful drive led to an uneventful wait in the parking lot, scrolling through social media and watching students pass by her car. When she finally made her way into homeroom, she took a seat at her usual table, with A Double, Rose and Raf. She sat down next to A Double and offered a smile. [color=ff0066][b]”Hey,”[/b][/color] she said, waving. Before she could continue, Wyatt came in, clearly stoned. Perhaps the only person Q knew better than A Double was Wyatt, and she knew that when Wyatt was stoned, he didn’t walk. He swaggered. And just like Johnny Depp in full pirate garb, Wyatt swaggered over to their table, and Quincy instinctively gave him her Stare.

Quincy’s Stare isn’t a normal one. See, Q wasn’t always a Burner. Being a Prep led to a few lessons on how to stare daggers at someone, and Q had studied. She didn’t like to get up on her high horse about being high at school, but she worried about Wyatt. She’d gathered bits and pieces about his family life over her time with the Burners, and she knew it wasn’t great. She’d never asked him, and A Double wouldn’t tell her, but she knew he didn’t get along very well with his dads. Her mom had mentioned the Durand’s a few times, and she knew his siblings were the exact opposites of Wyatt, so she imagined it had something to do with that. She just didn’t want him to use weed as an escape. [color=ff0066][i]Maybe you shouldn’t be judging.”[/i][/color]