Randomness.

I'm bored so I'm going back through all my mini fics saved on my computer. This isn't even a whole page long and I'm sure I had other plans for it but I forget now. So I decided to post it. I started it after I read the fic Mikey had posted on here. I think its saved as Quincy McDaniels.
Anyway this is stupid but here ya go.
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Zac was simply sitting in his room, sketchpad open in front of him as always. Suddenly, Jessie stormed into the room which was odd. She didn’t even live here… Before he could open his mouth to introduce himself, (they’d never met) her tiny but powerful fist connected with his jaw. He gave a small yelp.
“Um, nice to meet you too?” He muttered, pushing her off. She simply tackled him, raining down more punches.
“Um, I can’t hit a girl so can someone please come help me?!” He shouted, shielding his face. “Ow, your fucking ripping out my nipple piercing.” He hissed as she tugged on the hoop.
“You’ve been flirting with my boyfriend!”
“Who the fuck is your boyfriend?! I wasn’t flirting with anyone!”
“Oh yeah? Then why did Quincy scream your name instead of mine while we were fucking?!”
Zac froze.
“Quiet down Jessie please.” He whispered pleadingly. “I’m sorry alright, just go. Please.” She gave him one more punch and was gone.
Zac lay froze on the floor where she’d left him. She didn’t do much damage he was just in shock….
Quincy had screamed his name when he came? Quincy was thinking of him with that pretty girl in bed? Woah woah woah, hold up. Quincy was fucking Jessie???
That hit a nerve. That made his heart fall into his stomach. Made his eyes sting. He thought they’d had something starting… maybe not… How could he be jealous of someone who wasn’t even his? No, he wasn’t jealous…. He just wanted to stab his aunt in her dirty, probably disease infested, sluttish vagina… okay, so he was a bit jealous.
But Quincy had apparently screamed Zac when he came. Not Jessie… and that meant the world to him. He just… didn’t know how to react. He was so hurt… tears were pricking his eyes and then he thought of that and his heart swelled. Did Quincy feel the same he did? He didn’t know….