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

at the rearview mirror,

car window with a cigarette dangling from his

again at the blurry shadows in the

it cool leaving Quinn there

"Nope," Alexander replied.

why'd we

would Landon show

getting the

hopping, and the dance floor was packed with people who didn't know the meaning of tired. Sean and Matthew were squatting in a corner, nursing their drinks,

both deafening and oddly soothing; after a while,

were about to nod off,

snapped open, and he saw Walter

was leading the pack, with Alistair and Hetastian looking plastered and

and Matthew jumped up