Even Quinn knew that she wasn't the smartest person the school had. Far from it, even if she acted if she was sometimes. But Ginger... Quinn fought to keep from turning around and hitting her with the book in her bag in the hopes of smacking some smarts into her.

"He wouldn't be playing with voodoo dolls if he was going on about God and the Devil," Quinn turned her head enough and nearly spoke out of the corner of her mouth quickly, trying to just be heard by the airhead behind her. Her eyes, however, never left the ranting man.