Hello everyone..! So this is just an experimental story to see if you guys will like it. After I watched "the ghost of the girlfriend's past" and "teen spirit", I got obsessed with the 'ghost theme' so I figured why the hell not write one..LOL

I didn't want to spoil much of the story in the summary but if you are not comfortable with death topics and a likes, I would suggest that you skip this story..:)

Disclaimer: I don't own glee. I might have some information far from canon and I am not from US so I have no idea about the schools or how it works.. just go with it.. LOL

Hope you will also enjoy this one. I promise this is not a very tragic story. Hehe

ALSO: I rewritten this story and re uploaded it. I'll be changing some characters and replace them with OC so that I won't be limited when it comes to writing them. I figured most of my fanfics are always revolving San/Quinn/Britt/Rach.. It's time to make some changes..hehe

Anyways.. sorry for that.. on with the story! Enjoy!

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Three months. That's the time I need to endure before I take off this cheerleading uniform and graduate high school as a valedictorian. I just got my acceptance letter from Yale and everything is going according to my plan. I'll take Political science there and then become a politician someday just like my dad, Senator Fabray.

Carmel High School will soon be just a part of my past, a stepping stone to my future and my dreams. I love being the head cheerleader but being the captain of Vocal Adrenaline was the best experience for me. Although it was such a shame I only joined junior year. I wish I could have joined freshman but I was so busy with cheerleading at that time.

Everyone at school avoids making eye contact with me especially when I'm in a bad mood. Losers, geeks, normal, guys, girls or even teachers, everyone is afraid to get into my nerves because I have a reputation of crushing anyone who crosses me. Yes, I am the head bitch of Carmel High School. I'm not like my other co-cheerios that needs to flirt with the jocks just to be popular; I am well known to be the president of the celibacy club and a Christian girl but no one dare to mess with me.

I stepped out of my car and saw how every student stopped what they're doing just to glance at me without being caught. Only the jocks have the courage to check me out on my cheerleading uniform, and of course my Quarterback boyfriend, Samuel Evans.

Sam is chatting with his football friends in front of the school, of course while is he waiting for me. When he saw me coming, he quickly approached me and kisses me on the cheeks. I'm not really the 'pda' type and he knows that.

"See you at lunch babe?" I just sweetly smile at him and nod. That is our everyday routine; he will walk me to class, eat lunch together, meet at glee, meet after class for practice in the field with football and cheer then go home together. Kind of boring actually but safe, and that was important to me.

I do love Sammy, he's cute, gorgeous abs and sometimes he could be funny. But what I really love about him is that I could do 'corny' stuff with him that the whole school doesn't have to know without him judging me. The bonus part is, he's super smart like me. He also got in to Yale and we will be taking the same course and then get married after college. That was part of my, I mean 'our', brilliant plan. Everything is all laid out and I will make sure it will happen.

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Three months and I'm gone, away for good from this shit hole. New York, now that's my favorite place in the world. Columbia University Health Sciences is soon to be my university. I will be the best oncologist in NY! That's why I am working my butt off for at least a 3.78 gpa and currently I have 4.0, cool right?

Don't get me wrong, I am so not a nerdy smart girl. I am a super hot Latina with beauty and brains, talented too because I am in glee club. My dad is a doctor, a damn good one. He is an Orthopedian and he's the head chief of our town hospital. But that won't be long because he got an offer to transfer to NY by the end of the month, which is perfect because after I graduate we don't have to come back here, we can just move there for good.

William McKinley High, is the shittiest school here in Lima. If only I didn't follow Leila Andrews here, I'll prefer Carmel high any time. Yes, I was so stupid to follow my childhood crush Leila here. I'm gay by the way, been a while now. I've known Leila since second grade but never had the courage to talk to her. She's the perfect blonde, head cheerio and a great dancer. I am just an average student with a smoking hot body, but still not enough to be popular especially since I am in glee club a.k.a. Loser club.

Every morning I would sit here on the grass under this fat tree near the school entrance just to see Leila stepping out of the car. She looks so gorgeous in her cheerio uniform and her smile definitely lighten up my day. But my heart will soon be crushed into million pieces once her quarterback boyfriend Michael Chang walks beside her, throwing his arm over her shoulders as if he owns her. Well, I'll be that possessive too if she's mine.

I sigh. "Done with your morning dose of Leinicellin?" Kurt said teasing me.

"Fuck you." I threw a crumpled paper on his face, slightly annoyed for ruining my moment every time.

"Nu uh, I don't think so." He rolled his eyes and put a disgusted face. "Come, we'll be late for class." He held out his hand to help me off the grass. I took it as we walk side by side towards the school's hallway.

Kurt is my best friend since fourth grade; he is 100% proud and out gay since birth. We became close after I rescued him from being bullied by our classmates. He helped me get through my gay panic moments and we took care of each other from then on. When I came out to my dad on eighth grade, Kurt went crazy in setting me up on a date to every lesbian he knows on his support group. Thank goodness it stopped after a few months when I didn't show interests to any them. Because I just like one beautiful and perfect girl, Leila.

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Sam and I had a huge fight today; I found out that he applied as well at Harvard and actually considering it. I was so upset because that was not part of our plan. Although it was just more than two hour drive, still we won't be together in Yale, again, as we planned.

"This is such a great party." Sugar exclaimed as we entered the Puckerman's residence.

I am not really a party-type of girl but tonight was an exemption. Sam and Noah Puckerman are friends even if they are from different schools. Noah goes to that school for losers, McKinley high. I tried to look around the huge crowd for Sammy. I need to talk to him tonight because tomorrow he'll be giving his decision to Harvard's representative and I am scared that he'll choose them.

"Hey hot chic, looking for mah boy Sam?" drunken Noah asked while trying to put his arm around me. I quickly dodge it then give him a death glare. He raise his arms in defeat, smirking. "Hi sugar and Marley, welcome!" he took my two co cheerios each hands and kisses it.

I roll my eyes when I saw how the girls loved the attention. I put on my best HBIC face, "Enough with that, where is he?"

He turns around and shouts at Sam who is on top of the living room table dancing topless. "Hey Sammy boy, your mama's here!" Puck said laughing. "Hey baby! There you are." I shook my head and felt sorry for the beautiful Latina that now has his full attention; she looks too hot to date a pig like Noah.

I walk into Sam's direction and shoot glares to the women and gays who are enjoying my boy friend's little dirty dancing. "What do you think you're doing Sam?" I asked him angrily and then harshly pull him down the table. Clearly he is making a fool of himself dancing like a freaking stripper surrounded by this perverts.

He smiled at me goofily then put his arms around me, "Guys, meet my very own little miss perfect." He's very drunk and clearly he doesn't know what he is doing anymore. He's starting to irritate me on how childish he is. "Look at her, am I not the luckiest guy in the world?" Even if he's drunk, he sounded sarcastic.

I removed his arm from me forcefully, he almost drops on the floor but then he was able to lean on the couch. "You're drunk! You don't know what you're saying." I raised my voice at him very annoyed. The music was so loud and it only adds to my irritation with Sam's behavior. Is he upset regarding our fight or is he upset because I was insisting to stick with our plan?

"I know what I am saying Q, and I am fucking tired of you deciding everything for me! I'm your freaking boy friend for crying out loud not your toy! You're not mother to decide everything for me!" he shouts back at me. Everyone near us suddenly stopped what they are doing and stares at us, leaving the loud music as only sound in entire room. Sam suddenly look sobered when he saw my reaction. "I..I'm sorry babe, I..d..din't mean th-"

Before he could finish saying sorry, my hand reached his face. It was so loud that almost everyone in the room is now looking at the scene we're in. My tears fall down on my cheeks and when Sam attempts to touch me, I quickly back off from him and ran outside.

I can't believe he said that to me. I wanted to cry but I won't do it here. I won't let them see me vulnerable. I refuse for them to think that I am weak.

"Shit! Quinn!" I heard him called after me but I didn't stop. How could he do that to me in front of so many people? I ran as fast as I could and push anyone who is in my way. I heard a lot of 'ows' and a 'bitch' but I just ignored all of them. I ran straight at the back of the house where no one dares to go because of Noah's huge dog. But I know he always keeps Puckster, yeah that's the poor dog's name, in a leash far from the pool.

"Hey you, stop walking bitch!" I spin around angrily and see a furious girl walking towards me. It was a bit dark and my vision is also blurry because of my tears, which is why she was already near when I recognized her. She's the Latina inside with Noah. Wait. Did she just call me bitch?

"What's your problem?!" Perfect. Now I have someone who I can channel my frustrations with Sam.

She walks closer to me but then stops an arm length away from me. I could smell alcohol from where I was standing and that's when I look at her chest, perfect chest by the way, I saw a stain of red on her white tank top. Did I do that to her? Shit! When I look up at her face, that's when I appreciate how gorgeous she is. Her brow shoot up, maybe she figured that I am checking her out. But instead of making fun of me, her expression changed. It became soft and concerned. "Are you okay?" she asked trying to study my face from the only light coming from the post.

I turn away from her and wipe my tears. I remove my sandals and then sit on the side of the pool, playing the water with my feet. I was surprised when she sits beside me and did the same. "I'm sorry about that." I said while I gave her an apologetic smile.

I heard her sigh, "Its fine Barbie. I needed an excuse to get away from Puck anyway." She smiled back at me. "Nice swing on your boy toy in there, mind if you teach me that sometimes?" she said laughing.

There was something about her that stops me from being annoyed at her name calling. No one dared to call me besides Quinn and Fabray. If she's some other girl or guy saying that, their now a living target. But with her it's different, it's like I could just brush off the insults. I don't even know her name to start with.

She exhales, "So, what's with the drama?" she said as she offers me a bottle of beer. When I just looked at it, her brow rises. "Suit yourself."

Why the hell not? If I'm going to talk tonight to a complete stranger, why can't I drink a bottle from her as well? She doesn't look like someone who is sick or anything, actually she looks perfect.

So I took it from her after she had another sip and took a swing myself, I could see she's smiling at me. "What?" I asked when I caught her smirking at me. "Can't you be creepier than that?"

She just shook her head while trying to contain her laughter, "Nothing, it's just..umm..you look..like someone who's very..." she looks like she's having a hard time finding the appropriate word to describe me so I fill it in.

"Uptight?" I asked.

"I was gonna say different but..hmm..it works too." She said laughing.

I looked at her amazed on how she laughs, like everything around her is so easy. I let out a deep sigh. "Well according to my soon to be ex-boyfriend I am so uptight, deciding his future and everything!" I took another sip from the bottle and hand it over to her. I am really upset with Sam tonight. "Is it wrong to plan everything for us? It's not like I made them on my own, he was there with me when we made them."

"What if he changed his mind?" She said and I look at her as if it was the stupidest thing to say.

"He can't change his mind; we only have three months before graduation! It took us a year to plan everything." I snapped at her, with my eyes wide. Just thinking we won't be able to do as planned makes me so angry.

"Whoa! Easy, it's cool." She raised her hand as if in defeat. I breathe in and out to calm myself. "You do know that the only constant thing in the world is change, right?"

I kept quiet for a while, I am aware of that but this is who I am. I'm a planner since I was a child. I plan everything because I am scared to be left behind in this town and be a loser. I let out a deep sigh and stare at the pool. "I don't want to stay here forever." I softly said.

We both sigh, "Me too, you have no idea how badly I want to ditch this town." We looked at each other smiling. "It's okay to plan, you know? But make sure you're also open for changes, because life is a bitch and it's full of surprises."

"Uhh, I don't know." I said still not convinced with her point.

She shook her head and let me face her by grabbing both of my shoulders. My body tenses with her touch. Thank God she didn't sense it. "Look, being spontaneous once in a while, doesn't hurt. We're young, it's our chance to do crazy stuff and experiment with life." I just stare at her. I can understand what she's trying to say but what I don't get is why my heart's beating so fast with her touch. "Uhg, you're unbelievable!" I was so focused looking at her eyes that she thought my silence was a sign of confusion. She removes her hands and throws it in the air.

I breathe in and out, "Experimenting sucks and being spontaneous leads to trouble." I said to her now voiding her gaze and to also to hide the fact that I am blushing right now because of her stares.

She chuckled, "So you haven't done anything just to experiment or be spontaneous?" I shook my head, ashamed for being so naïve. "Well that's soon to be changed."

I was going to ask her what she means by that when suddenly I feel her lips in mine. My body tensed when I realized what's happening.

She's kissing me! The girl who I don't even know the name is kissing me! I don't know what took over me but I just closed my eyes and kiss her back. I could taste the alcohol and cherry on her lips. It was soft and inviting. There is something by the way she gently bit my lip that made my knees weak even if we were sitting. It is new and addicting. Something I never felt before.

She deepened the kiss by putting her hand behind my head. I heard a moan, well maybe it's me, I'm not really sure. All I know is she's a very great kisser but it ended too soon much to my dismay. Suddenly I want more of her.

"There, hitting two birds with one stone." She said proudly smirking after she pulled away from the kiss. My mouth stayed open with confusion and shock expression all over my face.

"Y..you kissed m..me." I whispered under my breath while running my fingers through my swollen lips.

We just stare at each other for a while. She was about to raise her hand and touch my face when we heard a noise approaching us. "Fuck!" She said as she quickly put her sandals on, panicking. "I have to go." She ran into the dark side of the pool.

And then she's gone.

I just stayed there sitting, still trying to process everything. I can still feel my lips tingling from the kiss we shared. "Quinn? What the fuck are you doing here alone?" I heard Noah's surprised voice. "Sam went to your house already."

Hearing Sam's name brought back the rage in me. Temporarily forgetting just a moment ago I was sharing a passionate kiss with his girl friend. "Good." I said while standing without looking at him as I put my sandals on.

"Wait, did you happen to see a smokin' hot Latina here? She's been hiding from me all night. Damn!" I shook my head annoyed at him without knowing why. I want to ask him her name but decided against it. Lima is a small town, maybe we'll see each other again.

I stand up and left him alone there by the pool. I'm outside of my car when I heard my phone ringing; I quickly open the door and step inside.

When I see that it was just my mom calling, I let it go to voicemail. I sent Sugar and Marley a text telling them that I'll go home. I quickly got a reply within seconds telling me they'll be alright. So I start my car and drive home.

While on the way home, my phone is ringing nonstop. I know its Sam but I was too upset at him to answer it. I put it on speaker so I could hear his voicemail message and play it.

"Hey babe, I'm really really sorry about what I said. I am here at your house; please I've been trying to call you all night. Please please pick up? I thought about what everything and your right.." he stopped talking which made me look at my phone, is the battery empty? Did the voicemail ended? But a loud horn from stupid teenage driver made me drop it.

"Dammit!" I cursed as I try to look at the street at the same time reach for my phone using my foot. When I finally got my phone and check what happened, suddenly a bright flash of light caught my attention. It was too late before I could turn the car, the truck hit me right away followed by a very loud deafening sound of glass shattering and metals shrieking.

All parts of my body hurt especially my head. I can't move my arms and feet, even blinking hurts. I don't want to cry but tears are now falling without my permission. "H..helppp!" I tried to yell but my voice cracked. I sounded weak and helpless. "P..ppleeaase. Hheeelp m-…" The view that I am seeing upside down right now becomes blurry and then soon becomes dark. I start to panic. I tried to scream but no voice came out.

I am hurting all over and my eyelids are starting to get heavy. I am tired of fighting the dizziness so I closed my eyes in defeat. This is it, I'm going to die. All of my plans, my dreams they are all gone in an instant. I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye. That girl by the pool was right, life is a bitch. Lucky for her, she gets to live her life the way she wanted.

I wish I could too.

My breathing starts to hurt more and soon I'll be out of oxygen because it was getting hard for me to breathe.

Isn't there someone out there who could help me?! Why can't I open my eyes again? Shit! There is a liquid running on my cheeks, is that tears or…blood? Oh god, please no. Somebody help me! My body is trembling because of so much pain. My mind is panicking. If I die now my entire existence will be a waste.

And then there's surrender. All in a brief moment, everything happened so fast, from panicking up to accepting defeat. All I could think about is my mom, my dad and Sam. I should have answered my mom's call and tell her I love her. And Sam, I should've told h-..

I was not able to finish the thought as complete darkness took over me. Now the hurting is gone and I couldn't feel anything, completely nothing.

"..you're right babe, we should stick to our plan. So please come home. I love you." Beep.

So? Hate, Like or Love? You can only choose one though. Haha

I know it is 'tragic' on this chapter but I plan on making this a comedy/romantic type of story..hehe

Believe me, I was so excited that I already have this story summarized until the end, so it is upon you if I should continue to write chapter 2 or not…hehe