Hi there. I am a really quiet person and I never, ever would have thought I would ever post one of my stories. On a bet with my best friend (The only one who knows about my stories) I promised that I would post something.

I kind of think no one will read this, but if someone does happen upon it, please don't be mean. I would happily read criticism, but otherwise - just stop reading.

-SometimesShitHappens-

Club.

My perfect giggle fills my ears and I kind of wish I could punch myself. Instead I just shift my weight to be closer to the others. Whatever I just laughed at was probably rude, selfish, and or plain mean- but that is who I am. Who we are. A letterman clad arm ropes sickeningly around my perfect exposed waist. It takes all of me to not shove him away and a little more to keep my perfect smile on my perfect face.
"Careful man, its your girls' lezzy." I smirk my perfect smirk and rolled my perfect eyes. Beside me Karofsky, my jock boyfriend, laughs his manly jock laugh. Because who better than a perfect football player for the perfect cheerleader? Power couple status has been reached. I don't have to look to know who is coming so instead I just think about what I should say because there is absolutely no way we can be in the same vicinity without being called out. As the chuckles and jeers of my friends die down, I stiffen my already straight back and clench my fist in preparation for the confrontation.

"Hey Skank," The flame is sparked by Azimio- a fellow jock. "Too bad you are a dyke, that is a nice piece of ass." I turn my head to smirk degradingly at the girl. A smirk of her own sat on her pink colored lips around an unlit cigarette. Her eyes are unreadable through the purple circle framed sunglasses on her button nose. Her pink hair is messy and even lighter under the early afternoon the sun. It looks windblown almost. She wears ripped light jeans and a wife beater with some band thing on it. A dark reddish flannel is hanging from her shoulders. There is something about McKinley high schools resident-badass that always makes me shudder, but this time I keep it in from those watching. "I get it though, Lopez has a pretty nice ass too."

The flame has been lit.

"Yeah," she agrees coolly as her black combat boots stomp past us. "Too bad you'll never see it." Her hand shoots out to smack my ass and I groan internally. Of-fucking-course she would have to get me to react.

And here comes the heat.

"What makes you think you can touch me?" I spit and she turned sending me an evil grin. She actually stops walking away to saunter back towards me. Shivers race down my spine, but I only harden my perfect bitch face.

"Sorry," She smiles very unapologetically. Everything in me wants to step away, back down and run down the hall. But what perfect head cheerleader would i be if i did that? So instead i glare into her eyes and stand my ground as she continues to get close. "Couldn't help myself." Each word fills the space between us. The smell of stale smoke wafts up my nose and the taunting glint in her eyes makes my knees desperate to lock.

"Yeah? You have ten seconds fag." I snarl and she chuckles, flicking her eyes fearlessly to the other jocks behind me. For being about my height and a girl, she is tough. One on one, even two on one, she has a fighting chance. One on a pack of jocks. Not so sure. She scoffs and leans even closer, her eyes glued to Karofsky and her lips pretty much hidden by my body.

"Rather be a Fag than a Hag." I cringed at the words as her warm breath stuck to my skin. I hardly feel as she tugs on the right side of my cheer jacket before she whips around directing her body back to where she was going. She winks and slinks down to the street, turning at the corner. I watch until I realize my friends are talking. Twisting to face them, I reconstructed my perfect face and wipe away all traces on my skin that the girl had been here.

"Ugh. She is like obsessed or something." I whined earning some jokes at her expense. Not that a badass like Quinn Fabray could possibly care. About anything really. Honestly the fact that that girl even shows up at the school sometimes is a complete mystery.

Laughing perfectly and gossiping with a smile passed the time until my phone buzzes in my right pocket.

- Pick up Danny ~ mom -

Slipping away with a last comment or two about some slut or something, I leave my friends and begin walking to the middle school. Usually I would drive, but a girl on my team had driven me this morning. I had previously thought I would just get a ride with Karofsky, but picking up Danny (My kid brother) with him would be an awful idea. Walking isn't that bad anyway. It allows me to think. Thinking is good sometimes, but sometimes it sucks. Being perfect around other perfect people is fun. Until all there is is me. Then being perfect looks a whole lot like being a bitch. A really hot bitch. But not thinking can really suck to. It makes me say the wrong thing at the wrong time. Or I do the wrong thing at the wrong time. Maybe that is the problem with being perfect. Wrong things are extreme offenses. Ruling the school means sticking perfectly to your own perfect rules. Some people don't- in fact Quinn makes a point to snap them. I exhale and look up wistfully. My mind drifts on its own to the girl.

Quinn Fabray -Badass of Lima. According to Cheerios in her year, she was an awesome cheerleader. Flyer just like me. Only freshman to make varsity that year. Just like me. Shoe in for Captain senior year- maybe even Junior year too. I am a co-captain now as a junior and there is no way I won't be next year and that is close enough. What destroyed her was a stupid boy. The boyfriend to the previous badass. She was a bleach blonde slut who slept with everyone and fought anyone, except when she worked herself into a brain melting high. Just the thought of her makes me scowl in disgust. This asshole tricked popular-Quinn into thinking they were friends which lead only to the demise of her popularity. The next year the girl was gone and Quinn replaced her as Lima's fuck-up and I replaced Quinn as Cheerio-Prodigy.

That is what the Seniors on the squad say about it anyway. Pulling my eyes from the bright blue sky I look back to the now in sight middle school. An airy laugh breaks the silence. I freeze mid-stride, unsure of whether I should keep walking or turn. A voice light enough to match the giggle decides for me.