“I’ll be back in a minute,” I say to Jennifer, but I don’t hang around for her reply, and I’m up and out of my seat in a flash.
I need to find Quinn and explain. I need to make this right.
Chapter 20
Quinn
Could tonight possibly get any worse?
Not only do I have to head to the club tonight after my shift here, but it looks as though the clientele at the club has filtered over here.
The two guys sat at the bar have been making derogatory comments at me all night, and with each swig of their beer, they get more and more drunk, and more and more crude, and to top it all off, Dwight is here, with a date.
I get he wants nothing to do with me, he’s made that crystal clear, but did he really have to rub it in my face?
The second I spotted him across the restaurant I thought I was seeing things. I had to pinch myself because my brain refused to believe what I was seeing.
How could he do that to me?
Throughout the night, as much as I forced myself to not look their way, I couldn’t help but sneak glances every now and again, only to see his date hang all over him, getting closer and closer to him as she edges her way across the seat so she’s all but sitting on his lap.
The sight makes me want to gag.
“Quinn, could you go in the backroom and bring out some more napkins? We’re running low out here,’’ my boss Samantha asks.
“Yeah, sure.”
I make my way to the back room, grabbing a small box of napkins and head back out. I’m not paying attention as I round the corner and slam into someone. Their hands reach out to steady me and I look up to find Dwight’s topaz eyes gazing down at me.
“Quinn, are you alright?” His brows are knitted in worry.
I shrug off his grip. “What do you think?” I step around him and begin to walk away.
“Quinn, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you worked here.”
I spin around on my heel, crossing my arms over my chest. “So I’m supposed to believe that it was coincidence that brought you here?”
“No. This was Logan’s doing.”
“Who is she?” I ask, even though I have no reason to be jealous.
“No one. Logan set the whole thing up. Never met her before tonight.”
He pauses for a second and sighs deeply. “Where’ve you been? Why haven’t you been in class?”
“I um… I haven’t been feeling well,” I lie, and the look that he gives me tells me that he’s seen straight through me.
“You’re a terrible liar, Quinn.”
“I just… I couldn’t face you,” I admit.
“Why not?"
“Why do you think?”
“Quinn, we agreed to forget about it.”
“What if I don’t want to?” I ask. “When I kissed you, I was happier than I’ve been in ages, and I want to hold onto that a little longer. I don’t regret it. In fact I’m glad it happened. I like you, Dwight. Maybe even more than like-”
