Too late
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Quinn's POV
I slammed my room door hard as I got in. My whole body shook from the anger I was feeling.
I paced while I tried to convince myself he wasn't worth getting mad. The more I tried the angrier I got.
Who the f**k does he think he is?!
Pain crept up my arm paralyzing me for a moment. In my anger, I had shoved his chair on the floor completely forgetting my hand was in a bad state.
"Fuck." I winced through the pain.
It was nothing compared to my anger. To the thick lump at the back of my throat. It was nothing compared to my rage!
I had to get back at him. He had to pay. I had to make him suffer. But how?
I relaxed a little and settled down to think of the ways I could get back at him. Everything I could think about was just too minor for what he deserved.
My mind worked overtime until it became clear to me there was one way I could get him that would hurt him bad. It was pure evil and I hated myself for even considering it but there was no other way. I had to go with it.
With a resolute nod, I went for my phone to kick-start the first phase of my plan.
I texted Haley to get the word around. There would be a party in my crib the next day at 8pm. She seemed to notice there was something off but I told her it was fine.
It wasn't fine! It was the furthest thing from fine.
I couldn't wait for the next day and it came slower than I expected. Twice I woke up in the middle of the night in a feverish anticipation only to curse and force my frizzled mind back to sleep.
When it finally came, I moved on to the next phase of my plan. It was a small town but I had to make sure Nancy would come over for the party and the only way I could do that was to invite Samantha personally. They were a tribe. Nancy and Samantha were like peanut butter and jelly. You needed both to make a sandwich or else it was just a bread on bread disaster.
Samantha replied to my text fast saying she would be there. I knew that meant Nancy would be there too.
The next part of the plan had to do with getting the booze. Haley helped with that part. I couldn't pay with my card because I knew my mom was watching my payments. She would get on the first plane back if she saw I was buying a truckload of alcohol.
GOT THE BOOZE!!! Haley's text came through.
WHAT DO YOU NEED A VELOUR ROBE FOR?
JUST GET IT! I replied.
She sent a thumb up emoji followed by a green tick emoji. It was going just as I wanted. All that was left now was the final showdown.
Time moved slower but eventually it crept on till it was an hour left. Just an hour!
I felt the first thrill run through my body and settle in my belly. It was a good feeling considering how he had managed to make me feel shitty.
Even though I wasn't allowed to leave the house because of the stupid bracelet around my wrist, I could go to the balcony and the front porch. Even the garden if I felt like it.
I needed some sort of distraction till Haley and the first group of people showed up. Everything moved slow whenever you're waiting for something big. It's just how it is.
I wore a simple sun dress as I walked to the garden. I was sure Anthony would be working out in the gym if he wasn't in his room and I didn't want to run into him. Yep, the garden was a safe distraction.
I hadn't seen Anthony all day and it felt like he was avoiding me. It was all good. Soon he would get a taste of his own medicine.
Part of me wondered what he was doing but I shut it out. He was the enemy! The jailer! I had to treat him like what he was.
The garden was quiet and serene. The different scents of the flowers around me had a soothing effect. I felt more relaxed just staying there letting the breeze move through my dress.
The fabric brushed against my bare n*****s making them hard. The dress was somewhat transparent. Looking down at myself, I could see my t**s clearly and I still thought they looked weird. Not the bad type of weird. It was the 'so hot it's hard to believe those are actually real' kind of weird.
I focused on the cool feeling and nothing more. Everything else washed away even my rage. My mom once told me that dogs weren't man's best friend. Flowers, she said. Flowers are man's best friend. They breath out what we breathe in and breathe in what we breathe out. It's the perfect synchrony.
I took a deep breath and let the magic of relaxation move through me. When I closed my eyes, it almost felt like I was floating off being carried by the wind.
"Hey weirdo." Haley put her arm around my shoulder.
I hadn't notice her come in. I had gotten so in tune with the ambient nature of the garden that I had zoned out completely. An amateur assassin would have wasted me easily in that moment.
She was wearing a short dress that exposed her cleavages. I was tempted to squeeze her t**s.
"Damn you look hot." I squealed..
She grinned. "I know." She turned around slowly for me to have a good view. "And you don't. Not yet anyway. Now let's get you this nightmare sun dress and into that velour."
Anthony's POV
Sweat dropped from my body as easy as raindrops. I was breathing hard. Every muscle in my body burned.
My vision blurred from sweat that got into my eyes.
Shit!
I had spent hours trying to get over what I had said to Quinn but it had haunted me through the night. Even now as I worked myself past my limit, my f*****g mind was worried about her.
She was my responsibility or was I just making up an excuse to explain why I was thinking about Quinn too much?
I tried to focus on Nancy for a minute. She had texted me that morning and had thanked me for getting her to go after her mom.
Nancy had been chatting weirdly. She kept on mentioning something about a 'Samantha' and coming over for 'the thing'.
I didn't really pay much attention to it at the time seeing as my mind was occupied at the time but now as I went through the text again, I realized it still looked weird as f**k to me.
Who was Samantha and what thing was she talking about? It didn't make sense.
I tried to call her but it went straight to voicemail. On that note I put my phone away and picked up the double dumbbell.
My biceps begged for mercy by the tenth count and I had to toss the dumbbell aside.
"That's it for today." I said breathing hard.
I threw the towel around my neck and decided to let my muscles rest a bit.
The floor was cool. The chill it sent through my body eased my joints. It would have been easy to sleep there it would be a mistake.
A few minutes later I struggled to my feet. Exhaustion was just about to take my joints hostage.
I stretched a little going through the basic routine for a while then decided to head out for a quick snack. Martha had done something spectacular as far as baking was concerned.
Immediately I got out of the gym, I turned around and almost walked into a strange guy with lazy eyes. His hair was long and messy enough to be called a mane.
He seemed to be fine walking around in a strange house like he somehow owned the place. He heard a stirofoam cup.
A girl turned the corner. She seemed to know the strange guy with lazy eyes. They looked at me like I was the stranger, the odd one there.
I guessed they were friends of Quinn. She was problem doing a group study thing or whatever the f**k it is highschool kids did anyway.
I reached the kitchen and there was another guy there eating my snack. I was tempted to smack him in the head. He had no right to be there eating out of MY goddamn snack.
I grabbed the bowl before his greasy fingers could make another swipe at them.
"Hey man. What gives?" He frowned at me.
He should be lucky I was in a good mood. Quinn's work buddy or not, he deserved a good smack.
I left the kitchen with the bowl heading for the stairs. It dawned on me whatever was happening in the house had nothing to do with studying when I got to the main living room.
WAIT! COULD THIS BE WHAT I THINK IT IS?!
I shook my head. There's no way Quinn would purposely throw a party knowing it was the reason I was there in the first place. She wouldn't. Would she?
Hell no!
Two guys were struggling to move a keg inside which I could only assume contained beer. They both looked like your typical highschool jerks.
I had to shut this down before it got out of hand. But first a quick shower. The girl's in the living room area kept waving. Their eyes stayed hungrily on my bare chest.
I managed to make it to my room and into the shower. The cool water took most of the ache out of my bones.
My body still felt tight. I knew exactly what it was. I needed release. I'd noticed it when Nancy came over. She had turned me on without trying.
Fuck! Nancy…
My d**k got hard just thinking about how soft her body had been. Her ass had jiggled easily as if it was mainly jelly.
I stroked my d**k with my soapy hand. A jolt ran through my entire body.
"Shit." I breathed.
I tried to imagine Nancy naked. Her creamy body and round ass. Her weirdly huge t**s. My hand stroking the inside of her thighs…
She would love it. She would moan out.
Her t**s in my mouth.
Arrrrrgh!
I could imagine the look in her face urging me to go deeper. The tear staining her cheeks. Her fiery red hair with two streaks of blonde.
I jerked back with a start. It wasn't Nancy I was thinking of. It was Quinn.
What the f**k?!
My hand slipped away from my d**k. I was about to wank to Quinn. Thinking about her name made me harder.
Cut it out! Are you insane!!
I hurried up and left the shower. Getting dressed brought me back to reality. I put on a black t-shirt and ripped denim pants. It was time I put an end to the party downstairs.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed the irony of how I was dressed like I was going to a party and I was about to end one.
I got out of my room and I knew I was too late. The music was too hard to hear anything. I could barely hear my own thoughts.
The mansion was taken over! Most of the girls were barely dressed. One girl ran past towards the pool totally naked. Her t**s bounced as she ran. I controlled the impulse to follow her.
My main focus should be pulling the plugs out of this thing before it got out of hand. I feared it might be too late. Naked girls running around was a pretty clear sign it was too late.
How long was I in the shower for?
I had to stop the music first. The music was the life bone of any party. With the music gone, I could get everyone else to leave so I had to hunt for the source of the music.
It was coming from the inner hallway. I moved through the crowd of horny guy and equally horny, probably hornier babes.
I could see the DJ across the room. He looked like a scrawny fella with heavy freckled face. It would be easy to get him to pack it in.
As I approached him, I caught a familiar face out the corner of my eyes. I stopped and turned to confirm it was who I thought it was.
Nancy?!
She was giggling with a guy who had his arms wrapped tightly around her hips.
Her eyes met mine and I knew I had been a fool. Her expression said it all. The guy with her was her boyfriend.
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