There were six, no seven, of them walking towards the table now. Quentin wondered what they'd do next, or what he'd do next for that matter.

"Get down on your knees now! Get down! Get down! All of you, get down!" ordered one of the ladies. Victor reckoned she was the "leader" of the pack - perhaps a gang of some sort.

"What on earth is going on? What's up with you lady?" Wesley questioned in amusement.

"What's up? I'll tell you what's up. I'm Taylor Livingston, FBI. Mr. Wesley, you're under arrest for the rape and murder of Liv Stiller, Yvonne Green, Regina Ivans, Ellis Robertson, Audrey Ruso and Kristen Walters."

"What the hell."

"You, as you may already know, have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to hire an attorney, and in the case you can't, an attorney will be provided for you by the judiciary department should you require one. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I understand enough to know that you're a woman too."

"This is where I kick someplace you'll regret me kicking if you continue being stupid. Now get up."

Quentin glanced at Victor. So Wesley was the psychopath who killed the six young girls in the Los Manigurs area over the past weeks as the news had reported. Wesley shot a cold stare at Quentin.

Victor was stunned by the sudden twist in the events.

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And so were the readers of the above. Haha, I felt bored. Alright, who's next?

Sk.

Quentin looked away. He just lost his first love, and this bunch of girls just walked in. what could be worse than this? maybe....is this God's way when they say when God closes a door, He'll open another? nah.. can't be.

He was an easy prey to infatuation, so he decided to keep himself away from temptation, and control himself. Victor knew what was going on in his friend's mind, so he decided not to do anything. Then Wesley, the 'popular' guy, walked in. He spotted Quentin and Victor and walked to their table. Before they could say anything, the girls got Wesley's attention, and he HAD to do the annoying kissing sound.

the bunch of girls walked over to their table...

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"Hey, Quentin?"
"Yeah?"
"Nothing! Hahaha! Got you AGAIN!"

Quentin rolled his eyes, and shook his head in impatience. This was probably the 87th time this morning that Victor had pulled this on him.

"Hey Quentin, Quentin.."
This was the last straw. Annoyed, Quentin swung round, ready to tell Victor what he really thought of his childish game.. Unfortunately, his friend was not even looking in his direction. He followed his gaze and he finally saw what had caught his attention.

A group of girls had just walked into the cafe.

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Hello to all!

This is my first real entry on my new blog so it's gonna be kinda interesting.

I'm going to play a story continuation game.

Anyone who wants to play can just let me know, and I'll give them my password to continue the story on this blog =))

Here goes!

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But I want to be there for you.

As Quentin watched the back of Charlene disappear in the distance, he wondered what could have been between them if only he listened to Victor. Quentin thought he knew all the answers but this time he was wrong. He never imagined Charlene would leave him; and above all he never imagined that he would develop real feelings for her.

It could only be God's will for this to happen, so thought Quentin.

With tears in his eyes, he started to reminesence.

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Ok Ruth! You're up next!