f**k him. If he wants to hug the b***h that called me a slut in front of everyone at prom, f**k him.
I want to curb stomp someone. I’m so pissed. I tried to do something spontaneous and sweet, and instead I got one hell of a surprise myself.
“Quinn!” Axel chases me down to my car.
Again, just like prom, it is Axel chasing me down and not Rick. Disappointment and hurt are like a fire building inside of me.
“Go away, Axel,” I growled, reaching my car door.
While I fumble with the key, he pushes me aside and plants himself against the driver's door.
“You’re making an ass of yourself right now, Quinn. Quit trying to run away.”
“I’m not f*****g running away! I’m giving him space with his girlfriend!” I yelled, pushing Axel to try and get him out of my way. “Move you big ass.”
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