Grey
It’s good. I repeat it in my head again and again as I pace my bedroom for the longest time, mulling my earlier conversation with Mark over and over again. I admitted to him I am kind of into Quinn, it’s out in the world now, and Mark seemed on board with it. Sort of. Sure, he looked like he smelled something bad, but that’s because he hates the kid, nothing more. It can’t be anything more.
I finally decide to walk out to meet that kid who’s become the bane of my existence in the span of hours and see what I am dealing with now. The moment I go down the stairs and he catches my movements, he lifts his head up, straightening in the chair as best he can in the uncomfortable position Markus left him in. Whatever the circumstance, it doesn’t stop him from winking at me and for the life
