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Sooner or Later...You Won't Resist Me [Ch. 16]

Sooner or Later...You Won't Resist Me

Previously: "You know I still gotta get you back for what you did to me at that party," he whispered back. "Uh, no no. I broke the tie. I won," I said to him, this time not whispering. He pull away, so our faces were infront of each other. "We'll see," was all Cory said. "Isyss? What time is it?" Quentin asked with a husky voice and confused look. His eyes were barely open. I decided to ignore his question. "Can I stay here tonight?" I asked with hope in my voice. I didn't instantly fall asleep, due to the many questions roaming through my mind about this Madison chick...

Chapter 16

I swear it seemed like my eyes were closed for three minutes instead of three hours. Quentin's annoying alarm clock woke me up. Ugh! I hate that sound! I heard Quentin groan in frustration as he reached off the bed and slapped his hand down on the alarm. It immediately cut off before he rolled over facing me, and made his way back to sleep.

Wait...back to sleep? He supposed to be getting up! We have school today. And on top of that he's supposed to be my wake up call. To think if I wasn't here I'd probably be late to school! What kind of wake up call is he? "Quentin!" I shouted.

His eyes popped open. "AHHH!" he shouted while falling off his bed with a loud thump. I couldn't help but laugh. His arms were flying everywhere trying to grab something to stop his fall. Okay...so maybe I couldn't caught him, but it was too funny!

All of a sudden, his head peeked up from the edge of the bed, his hair sticking every which way but right. "Isyss? What are you doing here?" he asked, once he recognized me. He got off the floor and sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing his face with both his hands, his back to me.

"Don't you remember me coming over last night?" I asked, trying to hold back my laughter.

He looked over his shoulder at me. He just stared a second, as he tried to remember. "I thought that was a dream," he admitted. I shook my head as a reply. He let out a deep breath and stood up to stretch. He turned around to face me. He looked me over for a moment, taking in my appearance. I still had on the cocktail dress, but now my hair was probably a mess. "Do you wanna tell me why you came over here in the middle of the night?" he asked me skeptically.

I shrugged my shoulders and pulled myself into a sitting position. "There's nothing to tell. I couldn't go home, and I didn't wanna stay at Courtney's house, so you're my Plan C," I confessed. I was surprised when he didn't ask me why I didn't want to stay at Courtney's.

I stood up from the bed and stretched with a huge yawn. "Well, I don't mean to sound like a free-loader but, I gotta get going...school today! Yay!" I announced with mock excitement. Quentin just chuckled, shook his head, and walked out of his room, to the bathroom I guess.

"See you there," he said before shutting his door.

When I walked into my lovely home, I rushed upstairs. My parents didn't know I went to a party last night so I couldn't risk them seeing me in this dress. I took a quick shower, not having enough time due to the fact that most of my time went into that walk from Quentin's house to mine.

I went to my closet to find something to wear. I had my favorite pink shirt in mind so I began looking for it. Damn it! I forgot I took some clothes over Courtney's house yesterday. I sighed in defeat. Oh well, I guess I'm going with white today.

I put on a pair of white skinny jeans that had patches of gray on the pockets. Then I put on a white spaghetti strap shirt, and to make it more fashionable, I put on a white designer vest. But this was no ordinary vest, see, my auntie is a fashion designer in Paris, so she always sends me her newest designs...for free! It's great to have a fashion designer in the family.