School Daze
Chapter 3
~Three Months Later~
Standing in front of K-Mart’s dressing mirror, Quinn stared at her reflection with a cross between amusement and disgust spread across her face. Ignoring her mother’s obtrusive appearance of her head over the fragile blue wooden door, Quinn fell back onto the small seat provided in the corner of the condensed dressing room.
“ You look cute.” Tabitha cooed and Quinn just rolled her eyes. There was no convincing her of the exact obvious, since when did plaids, stripes and mickey mouse become fashionable? Even more, who did her mother think she was doping, Quinn thought pulling off the shirt with a oversized Mickey Mouse plastered across the front of it.
“ I will go naked before I go like this.” Quinn sighed tossing the shirt over the door and slipping into her oversized checkered lumberjack shirt. Just as she tied it at the navel, her mother bursted into the dressing room.
“ Now look...” Tabitha sighed, touching the soft strands of her daughter’s hair. Quinn knew without her even having to explain, times were a bit hard for the Carroll’s and less money could be spent on miscellaneous items. Quinn’s clothing for her first day of high school fell into that category.
“ I know Mom, I’ll just wear what I have till we can afford to get more.” Quinn sighed, walking out of the dressing room. She knew her mother was doing the best she could with what she had to do it with, it was just so hard for Quinn to come to grips with it all. How could she face the first day of school in last years fashions. Perhaps was now a better time than ever to be in New York, at least she could borrow from Celeste or Avril. Here in Memphis, she was on her own. Even if she had made a few friends over the last few months of living there, which she hadn’t, she was not likely to be asking to borrow anyone’s clothes. Plaid just wasn’t her thing.
“ Come on, shouldn’t we get going to Office Max. I need supplies for school.” Quinn sighed, looking across the store at all the people passing by the dressing entrance. She was sure they were at K-Mart picking up household products or even school supplies, however she was sure none of them were there for school clothes.
“ Come on honey.” Tabitha placed her arm around her daughter’s shoulders and led her towards the check out isle. Placing the undergarments, including her newly sized and fitted cupped bra that featured an intricate bow in the crevice of its cleavage, Quinn looked over the offered candy bars on the other side of the isle that she could quickly place up on the counter before her mother could second guess her. She had just grabbed a whatchamacallit when she recognized the sales clerk behind the counter flashing his award winning yet infamous smirk. For a moment she almost smiled, it was something refreshing and quite exhilarating about his smirk. Yet there was always that hint of humor, that brink of laughter that always brought Quinn back to her senses, unnerving her all the same. Damn him, she sighed inwardly dropping the candy bar onto the counter in defeat.
Justin smiled at her, his surprise surely covered by his amusement of her. She always seemed to show a thousand emotions within a given second. Justin didn’t know whether to be flattered are alarmed by the fact, either way she amused him. And he could tell that his amusement didn’t sit to well with her.
“ Wow.” he heard Trace sigh from behind him. Somehow, Justin knew it wasn’t the old lady he was busy ringing up that sparked his friends interest. Looking back towards Trace, he raised his eyebrow, then turned back to the face he had yet to put a name to. Just then a woman who held the same features as the girl before him, just a more mature version, came up to the counter slapping down several bras onto the counter surface. Aside from his now bashful state, he saw the complexion of the girl before him change from a healthy tone to one that resembled life after death. He couldn’t help but choke at her expression, drawing the attention of whom he suspected to be her mother.
“ Uh sorry Ma’am, just swallowed a jolly rancher the wrong way.” he lied and made it a point to turn towards Trace as he began ringing up the bra. Trace’s grave expression replaced the girl’s before him as being the most hilarious of the afternoon. Shaking his head, Justin wondered which pair belonged to this size bra. On the sly he turned and examined both sets, placing the bra down and picking up the next. He had been so transfixed by the sight of them both that he hadn’t realized the bra wasn’t ringing up correctly.
“ Uh I think the tag is messed up.” the woman offered bringing Justin out of his phase. Looking over the cute pink satin bra he began examining the tag. “ Oh no, Quinn..that bra looked so good on you...” Justin’s mouth watered at the woman’s reference. He slowly looked up at the girl he now knew named as Quinn and gulped in efforts to control the panting of his heart. He could believe how wonderful the bra looked on Quinn, he wished he could see for himself. Somethings just weren’t as satisfying by word of mouth.
“ Uh maybe we can get a price check.” Justin finally suggested, averting his eyes from Quinn’s shocked yet enticing demeanor. Leaning into his mike, he cleared his throat.
“ Uh, we need a price check...” before Justin could finish Trace was at his side, smiling boyishly towards Quinn and her mother. Rolling his eyes, he handed Trace the bra and explained the situation. It was hard for Justin to keep a straight face watching the way Trace cupped the bra and looked at the two women in front of him.
“ You got it.” Justin sighed, a little uneasy about the way Trace looked at Quinn. He suddenly wanted to yell out that just because he was cupping a 34 C bra made of pink satin, didn’t give him the right to look at a girl that young of an age like that. Then again what since would that make seeing as though, it was his third encounter with her and the fact still remained that he wasn’t looking at her any different.
“ Quinn, go and show him where we got it.” the woman ordered then touched Justin’s hand. “So sorry.” she apologized and Justin knodded watching as Quinn stormed passed her to meet Trace in the aisle.
Yes, Justin thought looking over the magazine shelf and seeing Quinn and Trace return back to the counter. She was several steps ahead of him, and from the looks of her, it didn’t look like much conversation had taken place. However that didn’t settle or diminish Trace’s boyish grin or charm. Handing Justin the bra, Trace leaned over the counter, his smile never hindering.
“ Thanks.” the woman smiled and winked at Justin. Justin shook his head, turning to ring up her total.
“ So are you trying out for the cheerleading squad?” Justin stopped, his eyes rolled upward as he waited for Trace to play his line. “ The only reason I ask is that I am the captain of the freshman football team and take part in the tryouts.” Justin looked down, Trace was one character that performed for the ladies.
“ Wow.” the woman fed right into it. Turning to hand her the cash, Justin glanced at Quinn. She didn’t look phased at all, in fact she was more concentrated on the activity outside the store as could be seen through the store front window. Justin smirked, and instantly her eyes fell upon him. He licked his lips unconsciously and silently wished that maybe she might consider it, he wouldn’t mind watching her spread eagles.
“ Yes, tryouts begin Monday at the school. 10:00 a.m.” he was like a walking, talking, teenage womanizer, the boy was unreal.
“ Oh, that sounds wonderful Quinn, doesn’t it.” Before Quinn could reply, her mother finished for her. “ Oh that would be nice, do you perhaps drive?” Justin waited to see how Trace planned to pull this one off, and wasn’t surprised when Trace agreed. Truth was Trace did drive, but without a permit. Justin was the only one of them all to have both a permit and access to a car. Trace had neither.
“I sure do Ma’am.” he didn’t even blink an eye. Justin laughed to himself, he couldn’t wait to see what Trace was to do come Monday.
“ Great that will be fine, she’ll be ready by 9:45. By the way I’m Tabby, and this is Quinn my daughter.” Tabitha gestured towards her daughter and Justin couldn’t help but look her over once more. Just as she was about to smile, she didn’t and turned her attention back to the store front window. What Justin wouldn’t give to know her thoughts.
“ Trace Ayala, Justin Timberlake. He’s captain of the basketball team.” Justin smiled warmly towards Tabitha and received one back. If only your daughter had the same attributes, Justin thought moving to greet forthcoming customers.
“ OK, see you Trace. Monday 9 :45 a.m.”
Quinn waited until her mother turned the Oldsmobile out of the parking lot of K-Mart before she finally decided to breathe and come to grips with reality. Not only had she run into the same boy she met while he attended a urinal, the same boy that she clammed up around and grew frustrated with because she wasn’t used to feeling any of the above feelings. This was the same boy that now new every color, bra and panty apart of her undergarment collection. Why did today have to be the day of school shopping, and more importantly why was today the day she was fitted for a 34 C bra cup size that somehow lost its damn tag! Breathing in she refused to even acknowledge her mother’s bemused look. Because it didn’t just stop there, but while conversing over the price of her new pink satin bra, she was pimped out to the captain of the football team as a cheerleader by her own mother! Why, do tell, was this her life and not someone else’s?
“ So, your thinking. I haven't done a spread eagle in a long time...” I AM NOT! Quinn thought looking crazily at her mother, had it been that unobvious that she was literally having a nervous break down in the seat beside her.
“ Not to worry, we will refresh your memory. We have three days to do it. Oh this is going to be fun.” Tabitha gushed, and Quinn just fell deeper into her seat. Why couldn’t she share in the excitement?
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