Unforgettable - Love Story -

Quinn Diaz was just a normal popular girl at her school. Her best friend was the most popular girl in existence - due to fame. One day Sierra, her best friend, had persuaded her to do something completely evil. Quinn went up to the well-known blind kid at school named Joseph Caddy and shoved a pie in his face. Joseph eventually fought whoever was in front of him and accusing them of pie-facing him. The results ended up with Joseph and Quinn both getting into ISS.

Will something spectacular happen for them? Will they eventually become friends?

(Douglas School Shooting inspired Movella)


6. Chapter 5


Quinn’s POV



            The next day, everything is a disaster. Dale has major face injuries, Theo and Alex are arguing over who is going to take over his lacrosse spot, I am feeling terribly bad about what I did, and Sierra is just sitting there not caring!

“Sierra, this is your call. What do we do?” I ask her. She purses her lipstick together and shut’s her compact mirror to look at me.

“You were the one who pied him.”

            The most careless thing anyone could ever say. A blind kid just beat the hell out of my boyfriend and we did nothing but run away. There was supposed to be a lacrosse game tomorrow, but now we’re trying to find out who’s going to take Dale’s place in the game.

“Dude - stop. I’ll do it, it’ll be an easy win.” Theo reassures, waving Alex away. Alex still harasses him, flipping his blonde hair left and right.

“So what? Are you saying I’m not good enough or something? I can take those guys like people took my mom’s baking.” Alex says, burning his mom un-intentionally. As much as I love Alex, he is just so dumb.

“Guys, guys, I can still handle playing. So maybe I broke my nose...and busted my upper lip…” Dale starts, trying to perk himself in any way possible to play on Saturday.

“Babe - you can’t. You’re much more hurt than you think. Look at your neck.” I say, pointing out more of his injuries.

            Dale has a long thick line of bruises underneath his chin. Must have been Joseph’s cane. I scoff and sighs after. I try and grab his hand, but he just removes it quickly.

“What?” I ask.

“We wear helmets.”

“So? That won’t benefit the fact that you have bruises all over your upper body.” I try and reason with him as soft as possible, but Dale just doesn’t seem to budge.

“Quinn - this is your fault. You realize that?” He jumps at me out of nowhere. I crinkle my forehead, knowing that it’s not true. All of this is Sierra’s fault.

“Yeah, if it weren’t for Quinn, we would be free and not have to spend the next months in ISS…” Alex adds, logically. I roll my eyes and rest my hands on my hips with a quick hair flip.

“You don’t even know the whole story -” I attempt to mend the tension, but Theo interrupts me.

“She’s right. Sierra was talking to me about this. None of this is Quinn’s fault, it’s really Sierra’s.”

            Everyone’s eyes fall on Sierra who is not paying attention to the conversation. Instead, her eyes are on her phone screen, scrolling through Instagram. There is still about 10 seconds of silence before Dale goes, “Ahem…?” and she looks up. Her pretty brown eyes look confused.

“What?” She says in a sassy tone.

“That’s a stupid thing to say. We’re depending on you to get us all out of ISS because you put us in this mess!” Alex scolds, nearly getting in her face before Theo pulls him back.

“What - No it’s all Quinn’s fault.” She slaps back like a horrible friend. Why am I even friends with her?

“Babe, you told me the plan before Quinn even knew. Hint on why I let you kiss him?” Theo adds with reason. Sierra rolls her eyes.

“Okay fine. You have to admit, we all had a part in this somehow.” She looks around and raises her eyebrows as if she’s trying to get us to agree. No one seems to be understanding so she continues.

“I kissed Joseph, so what? Theo agreed to let me kiss him, bingo. Alex filmed it like a moron. Dale fought him -”

“I did not fight him -”

“Dale let Joseph beat the hell out of him -” Sierra corrects herself, “Lastly, Quinn pied him. See, it’s not just me.”

            We keep arguing about what we should do. One of us has to take the blame. I think it should be Sierra, everything was her idea after all. I itch my wrists in frustration. All of my closest friends - and boyfriend are fighting over the stupidest thing. I can feel the rage inside starting to burst.

No Quinn.

Don’t burst.

“Sierra, I think it should be you who takes the blame because everything is your fault and we all would have been perfectly fine if it wasn’t for your little scheme!” I shout in her face, watching as her hair slightly blew with my breath.

            Her eyes look confused, sad, mad, embarrassed. I can’t tell what her emotion is, all I can see behind those brown eyes is everything but happiness. Everyone else quiets down because I know they agree with me, I know that what I just said has 100% logic. The mood was already low when we first arrived at this little meeting place by the bleachers outside. I may have just turned it down a notch - by a lot.

“Is that what you think? I should take the blame for everything?” Her voice starts to quake.

“Yes, yes you should.” Alex butts in. everyone turns to him and tells him to, “Shh.”

“I just don’t think it’s fair to everyone here to be taking the consequences of your actions,” I reply, subtle in my voice.

bien, je ne sais même pas pourquoi nous étions amis en premier lieu… She says in French before storming off. Everyone gives me the look. The look as in, “Go and save your friendship.” look. I roll my eyes with a heavy sigh and chase after her.

            Where can you find Sierra almost 24/7? In the bathroom, fixing herself in the mirror or, mourning over something tragic. Something that just happened may have just won, “Tragedy of the year” I feel bad for blowing up on her. She doesn’t deserve so much cruelness. Okay - maybe she deserves some discipline, but maybe not totally losing her friends. Especially with her home life.

            It takes me three-billion years to get to the bathroom on the third floor that is Sierra’s hiding spot. I creak the door open noticing my chipped white nail polish. Geez, I should get a repaint.

“Sierra…?” My voice echoes in the quiet bathroom. I keep walking and pushing open stalls.

“Sierra I know you’re in here.”

            Finally, in the second to last stall, I see a pair of lightly tanned legs with black strapped three-inch wedges. She is crying. I can hear her sniffle like I just ruined her whole life.

“Do you know what it’s like?” She says through tears. I sigh and lean up against the wall that’s a stall away from her.

“Like what?”

‘Being the famous girl of the school. Being the foreign exchange student. Not being able to see my parents – or at least get their full attention.”

            I look down at the ground and kick dust with my own heels. She has a point, I don’t know what it’s like to be famous. I don’t know what it’s like to not have a relationship with my parents. Sierra doesn’t get all that love from either of her parents.

“No, I don’t...” I faintly reply, more like a mumble.

“Then why are you putting so much pressure on me?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just knew that you were the one who started all this commotion, so I wanted you to get punished for it.” My voice trails off on the words, “punished for it...”

“For Christ’s sake, I live with a nanny Quinn. All my life, I have been with the same woman and seeing my parents like once every two weeks.” She pauses to sniffle in some of her tears the starts back up again, “Everyone hates me, and my own boyfriend and I are falling apart.”

            Wait- what?

“What?” I ask, leaning up off the wall now. This catches my attention.

“You heard me correctly. Theo and I are faking it. Every last little kiss. It’s all –“ I cut her off before she can finish.


            She opens the stall door and walks out. Her makeup is smeared, but she still looks beautiful. Sierra looks destroyed. Like world war three happened and she’s the only one who knew. She wiped her smeared makeup and I hug her. I let my embrace cure her sadness. In this case, I am the one who needs to go and take the blame.

“I’ll do it,” I say, straightforward as I let go.

“You will? But I’m the one who came up with it – “

“And you have so much going on in your life that it’s only right for me to go and take the blame.”

            Her lip curves up slightly as she smiles. Sierra embraces me once again and we manage to fix her makeup.

            Shit, now I have to figure out how to break the news to PJ – aka Principal Johnson.


A/N: OOF?!??!?

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