  Five years ago.
      &quot;Anything else ma'am?&quot; The waitress asks.
      I shake my head, &quot;Am okay.&quot; She tucks her pen behind her ear and walks away. She is pretty, brown wavy hair and cat eyes
      I silently watch her walk to the table that hosts my target. She halts and poses uncomfortably. The three boys break into a laughter. Quinn's hand moves up the waitress uniform and pinches her ass. Am disgusted! She is too disgusted by him. Quinn and the other guy exchange words and he smirks as the waitress takes a step back. The quite guy in the group looks up to the waitress and says something to her and her poise eases. By following Quinn around, I assume he is his best friend. They spend a lot of time together. Andre confirmed his name is Ryan, the only thing that makes Quinn look good.
      To the waitress relieve she manages to get away from the awful privilege cre

  Quinn pov
      I kick the sofa as hard as I can the moment the elevator closes. How could I have been a fool? She was playing me the whole time. She was good. No, almost good. Because I fucking caught her.
      &quot;Quinn...&quot; Theo calls out my name. I must have woken him up. Fuck it! I rub my temples before I look down at him. Those eyes, his mother's eyes. Damn it! Why are all women in my life treacherous? They are scheming and manipulative.
      &quot;Where is Cara?&quot; He innocently asks.
      In hell, I hope.
      &quot;She is gone. Go back to bed.&quot; I place my hand on his shoulders.
      &quot;Is she coming back?&quot; He doesn't move.
      If she does, God knows what I will do to her.
      &quot;No.&quot; I shake my head.
      &quot;Why?&quot;
      I start to get irritated and grit my teeth together. I have to breath severally to not lose it in front of Theo

  I go back to check when she tweeted. Thirteen minutes ago. I decide to sent her a direct message.
      When you make some confession at thirteen to a total stranger you never imagine at some point in the future that innocent confession will be the beginning of the end.
      Petra, was her name. I meet her at the streets months after our house was burned down. I was angry and mourning. I just needed to let it all out. She was a meth addict, never sober. I told her everything, She nicknamed me sourhoney. I just needed someone to talk to and I was sure she would not remember the next day. And there's only one way to see if she remembers. I message her; Do you remember me?
      The reply is instantly, of course, sourhoney.
      Oh shit!
      &quot;We are almost done,&quot; Quinn says to me. I shake my absent mindedly focused on my phone.
      I decide to play it cool to see how much 

Five years ago.
      &quot;Anything else ma'am?&quot; The waitress asks.
      I shake my head, &quot;Am okay.&quot; She tucks her pen behind her ear and walks away. She is pretty, brown wavy hair and cat eyes
      I silently watch her walk to the table that hosts my target. She halts and poses uncomfortably. The three boys break into a laughter. Quinn's hand moves up the waitress uniform and pinches her ass. Am disgusted! She is too disgusted by him. Quinn and the other guy exchange words and he smirks as the waitress takes a step back. The quite guy in the group looks up to the waitress and says something to her and her poise eases. By following Quinn around, I assume he is his best friend. They spend a lot of time together. Andre confirmed his name is Ryan, the only thing that makes Quinn look good.
      To the waitress relieve she manages to get away from the awful privilege creatures that think they can have anything or anyone and the world revolves around them. I hate them

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