Love Unspoken

Outside, it was dark as hell. Folks around here hit the sack early, so there wasn't a soul in sight, not even a stray cat.

Quinn just hovered by the doorway. She was wearing the new outfit she bought in town today a thin black floral dress that wasn't doing much against the evening chill. She rubbed her arms, feeling the cold. There was this old tree stump stool by the door, so she plopped down on it for a bit.

After about half an hour, she figured Alexander must be out cold by now, so she got up and headed back inside.

But the second she stepped in, the place was empty. She looked around, but there was no sign of Alexander.

The old window was wide open, letting in a breeze.

He bailed!

Quinn realized she'd been played again. She knew his injuries well enough to know he couldn't just walk out without her noticing. For a moment, she was fuming.

She kicked the bed in frustration.

"Go ahead and die out there for all I care!" Quinn muttered angrily.

in the car, Alexander

the rearview mirror,

the car window

again at the blurry

cool leaving Quinn

"Nope," Alexander replied.

why'd we bail?" Nathan

would Landon show up?"

getting the

meaning of tired. Sean and Matthew were squatting in a corner, nursing their drinks, eyes glued to the entrance of the

soothing; after a while, it started to

to

and he saw Walter

and Hetastian looking plastered

and Matthew jumped up to follow them