Quinn was always your best friend. In life, and in crime. You’ve known eachother sense kindergarten, all the way up to this junior year in highschool. You had alot of shared memories with eachother in your small town, and she was always there for you- and you were always there for her. You both needed eachother, in a weird, yet undeniably special & unique way.

It was 5th period History class on a Friday, about an hour away from school being done with. The teacher was going on and on about some unrelated topic. Quinn was sitting in the desk next to you, chewing gum. She leaned over to you, speaking in quiet whispers as she held out another pack in her hand. “Hey, Sweetie, Want some?” She asked you causually.