Rachel's POV:
I climbed out of my pristine white bed and smoothed down the covers. I picked up my Cheerios uniform, and cheerfully donned it. Life was good. I was the captain of the cheerleading squad, had the perfect boyfriend, and a bright future.
"Bye, Dad! Bye, Daddy!" I called, and skipped out the door. I walked to my Mustang, sliding into the drivers seat. I turned the radio on and started signing along to Bright Lights by Match Box Twenty. The drive to school was uneventful, and the first person I saw was my boyfriend, Puck.
"Hey, Rachel!" Puck called.
"Hi, Puck." I answered, walking up to him. Puck wrapped his arms around me, and pressed his lips again mine. After we stopped kissing, Puck took my hand and we started to walk towards class. As we were walking to class, the boy everyone mocked, Goth boy Finn Hudson, accidently banged into me. I involuntarily gasped, which alerted Puck to the fact that something wasn't perfect.
"Watch where you're going, freak. You just ran into my girlfriend." Puck snarled.
"Puck, please-just leave him alone, okay? It's not worth it." I pleaded.
"Rachel, stay out of this, okay?" Puck said.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." Finn whispered.
"I'll teach you a lesson that will make you look where you're going." Puck harshly said. Puck grabbed Finn's left arm and squeezed. Finn cried out in agony, and fell to his knees.
"Puck, please! Please let go." I begged. Puck finally let go, and Finn looked at me gratefully.
"Here's what you aren't going to do. You are not going to look at my girlfriend. You are going to watch where you're going. Got it?" Puck threatened.
"Got it." Finn whispered.
"Let's go, Rachel." Puck said. He took my hand again, and we continued on our way. He was moving forward, thinking about what he was going to do that day, but my mind was back there, with Finn Hudson. I knew that there was no reason that Finn should have cried out just because Puck squeezed his arm-if he had twisted it, or done something else, I would've understood Finn crying out. I was baffled, otherwise. I remembered when Finn Hudson was a football player, when he was popular. When Puck was his friend. We arrived at English class, and sat together, waiting for the teacher to start class.
