When Quinn came up to you at lunch, you worried. Not because you thought she was up to something with you; no, she didn't do that anymore. You worried because she said she needed a favor. But she looked... nervous about what she was about to ask you. Ashamed, even.

She had dragged you into an empty classroom while everyone else was outside and whispered, "I'm sorry for this, but I really need help."

"Can I stay over at your place? Just for a few days." Holy shit, her parents found out.