Maybrook Prep

Lena: I hid a giggle behind my hand, obviously Quinn wasn't a fan of any of the jocks. Even though he was one...

Iliana: I stifled a yawn, then very unteamately stole the ball from
Derek, easily knowing how from years of playing with him. I mad a quick shot, then smirked at him. We were really each others' competition, not the other team.

Derek: I rolled my eyes at Iliana's smirk she sent my way, she was such a show-off!

Quinn: I nonchalantly jogged over to Lena. "I think Iliana overheard us talking about Skylar... but I think she's forgotten..." BS. Who forgets about a pregnancy?

Lena:"Maybe...but you're probably only making it look more suspicious by running off just to talk to me," I raised my eyebrows and nodded to behind him, where Iliana was looking at us. She looked away whe. I caught her gaze, but it was obvious she knew something was up.

Quinn: I clenched my teeth in anger. "Screw it. I don't care if she knows. Hell, I'll be glad she does... But I don't know why..." I shook my head to clear it, then brushed my hair back into its place and walked back to the court.

BUmp?

Lena: If Tara were here, she would have labeled that little brushing of his bangs as 'gay'. I thought it was kind of cute actually...

Quinn: I took the ball from the opposing team and dribbled to the end of the court, making a swish, and tying the game. "Something bothering you?" I asked Iliana conversationally, deciding that if she knew I might as well know.

Iliana:"No, is there something that should be? I'm at the top of my game," I faked a grin, noticing the dark circles underneath Quinn's eyes. Late-night hospital trips, maybe?

Quinn: I looked at her in confusion. "Um... no... I'm just asking. How're things with you and Jude?" I rubbed my eyes tiredly, wishing for more sleep.

Iliana:"Fine...apparently we're not broken up," I frowned, still confused as to how we could be together after that fight.

Quinn: "So he's confusing you now? Man.." What an awful guy. "so..." Here goes. "Here anything odd lately?"

Iliana:"No, why did you?" I raised my eyebrows, thinking how odd Quinn's question was.

Quinn: I half-smile. "I have a feeling you heard, Iliana..." Need I say what it was?

Iliana:"Heard what?" I honestly didn't know what he was talking about, but then I realized. I frowned and shot a basket "Yeah, I heard that."

Quinn: "And you're thoughts are...?"

Iliana: I shrugged "You were an idiot, but ther's not much you can do at this point."

Quinn: I arched an eyebrow. "I'll be honest," I said, dribbling the ball and blocking a few people. "I expected a bigger reaction..."

Iliana: I laughed lightly "Like what? I don't freak out about this sort of thing. Well, I mean you didn't see my reaction when I overheard you talking about it but generally speaking..."

Quinn: I shrugged. "I dunno. I half-expected you to tell me off for 'ruining someone's life' or whatever."

Iliana:"Well there is that, but in my opinion Skylar had it coming. She was a bit of a slut..." I said the last word quietly, hoping Quinn wouldn't take offense.

Quinn: I clenched my jaw at the accusation but didn't say anything. She wasn't a slut. We'd been together for nearly 7 months. What, wait till marriage? That was ridiculous. "I was her first..." I muttered, taking the ball.

Iliana: "That's what they all say. Girls are manipulative liars, even more than guys are. But if you say you were her first, then I believe you," I shrugged and stole the ball, dribbled, and made a basket.

Quinn: I scoffed and smirked. "I think I would know..." I remember how she had been a bit nervous, as she had never done it before, and how she didn't want to disappoint me. Because apparently I'm an expert? I've done it twice. Maybe three times.

Iliana: "Okay...?" This conversation was going nowhere, so luckily the bell rang. But it was lunch next, I sighed. I wondered if it would be as bad as yesterday?

Quinn: After the bell rang, I walked towards the locker room, smiling at Lena as I passed.

Jude: I began to feel a bit anxious. Lunch just wasnt a good time anymore.