Chapter 11 | Complicated

Quirina

We all stand in the foyer awkwardly. Bryce, Hiro, and Rowan all look uncomfortable as they look at us. Franklin glances over at me and Annabelle looks at the floor as she wrings her hands together. I say, “Excuse me for just a moment.”

I rush into the kitchen to find Hazel getting all of her food together and I ask, “What was that?”

She turns to look at me with a frown and asks, “What do you mean, Quin?”

She’s the only one that calls me that, when we were kids she couldn’t pronounce my name right and called me Quin-ra. As we got older she eventually shortened it to Quin.

I say, “You come out of nowhere see some strangers with us, you don’t even greet them and instead ask what was wrong with that guy.”

She breathes out and softly shakes her head, “You wouldn’t get it, Quin.”

I cross my arms, slightly annoyed by her attitude and say, “Try me.”

Hazel glances up, her eyes meeting mine. It’s rare for her to look you in the eyes, her eyes are a mix of her parents ice blue and hazel