No chance. No way.

You wouldn't say it.

It was Quinn fucking Hughes for gods sake! That random guy you met back in Michigan, oh how he made you swoon. You didn't know why. You wouldn't make that mistake. Don't fall in love. Boys were a waste of time. Thats what you told yourself for years. Years and years.

Your brother would tell you 'get a grip now, unless you're dying to cry your heart out!'

It was like whatever Quinn did, oh how it made you swoon for no reason.

His laughs.

His smiles.

Everything.

You were heart struck by this stupid boy. Maybe it was cause he made you feel seen and human. You thought your heart had learned its lesson. But obviously, oh you were so, so, very wrong.

You wouldn't say you were in love with Quinn. Never in a million years. Or...

So you thought.