Quinn
Grey doesn’t come back till later that day and at some point I am bored the hell out of my mind. Mark is doing everything he can to ignore me, being practically holed up in his room, refusing to show his face or talk to me again, and it’s getting pretty damn annoying, this little game of cat and mouse. Talking of cats, Ruffles has abandoned me too, sleeping on top of Grey’s bed, like he owns it or some s*hit. I am bored. If Big and Naughty were still back in my head, I’d be probably dreaming about them right about now, wondering what the hell happened to piss Mark out this much, or why Grey avoids getting back to us as soon as possible.
My phone buzzes, another worried message from Genie, asking how I’ve been. I’ve been ignoring her all day, but I am tired now, and bored, so I shoo
