i've had the biggest case of writers block, ever!
i haven't written in months, but since glee finished lastnight
i figured that i could play around with this idea that i've had for ages
hope you all enjoy (-:

The merciless light danced across the back of her eyelids, menicingly leaving a dull burn in their wake. The early morning sun seeped through the scarce split between the heavy curtains. The dull ache penetrating her forehead was what woke her from her previously restless slumber.

"Fucking .. fuck" Raising a lazy arm she threw it carelessly across her eyes, relishing in the darkness it provided. The ache within her head only heightening by the piercing screetch of her phone, a throaty groan escaped her parched lips followed by a mumble of incoherent slurs.

She knew it had been a bad idea, taking up the offer of hitting a party lastnight after a phonecall she recieved a little after midnight. She knew it had been a bad idea to take him up on the challenge of consuming a bottle of vodka. She knew it had been a bad idea even taking him up on anything in the first place. But she did. Because it was all she knew, and all she was.

Pressing the phone to her ear she rolled onto her stomach, heavy eyes squinting as she searched for the time on her alarm clock by her bed. "What do you want asshole?" she snarled into the phone. Bleary eyes finally settling on the large red digits on the clock. 7:00am.

"Whoa there babe, what's with all the hate?" His charming voice rang sickly sweet through her ear. "I was just calling to see if you wanted a ride? after lastnight it's probably best you don't drive, lightweight" he chuckled smugly.

Rolling her eyes she allowed a small smile to curl at the edges of her lips. "that's rich coming from you puke-erman" she grinned hearing him grunt at her comment. Licking her thick lips she slowly slid out of the bed, the cold air instantly enveloping her underwear clad body. "thanks for the concern but i don't want to ruin my street cred by rolling up to school with you in that piece of junk you call a 'ride' " wandering over to the mirror she trailed a tender finger across a few small scraches across her taut stomach, brows furrowing.

"Alright, jeez. Not all of us have a doctor for a father and a lawyer for a mother. And not all of us just get handed a koenigsegg because our parents are total cunts" he commented.

Snorting at his comment, she exhaled a soft breath. " Whatever jew-hawk , i'll pick you up in an hour, do me a favour and quit whining it's only convincing me more so that you're in serious need of growing some balls " Cutting him off she threw the phone back onto the large bed situated in the middle of the room, her bare feet slapping against the rich wooden flooring towards her ensuite.

The shower stung her soft, caramel toned skin. Various fresh cuts and scrapes washed clean by the hot water slipping soothingly down her body. Her teeth sunk deep into her luciously plump lower lip as they wounds stung. She'd grown more used to it, the small blemishes that marked her skin after a night out. Some worse than others. She liked it, the throbbing sensation that rippled through them, the way it made her stomach clench. The way it made her feel more alive than she had in years.

Great wealth did not conjure happiness. This was something she knew. Great wealth did not envoke unconditional love. This was something she'd grown to learn. Great wealth did not conclude the nagging feeling of abandonment. This was something she couldn't accept.

Slipping a tight, black bodycon dress over her toned figure she exhaled a soft breath as she took in her apperance in the mirror. Slipping some knee high socks over her tanned legs, she gently slouched them down before slipping on some dark, military style boots. She didn't need to do much with her hair, instead she left it free of a hair grip. Her thick dark curls floating down past her shoulders, tickling her back. Slipping her leather jacket over her shoulders, she snatched up her cheer bag from the bed, popping some dark aviators onto her face beforesmacking her glossed lips together. Finally allowing them to form into her signature smirk before heading out.

"I am so hot for your right now" Puck smirked slipping into the ridicuously expensive sports car, sinking into the brand new leather interior. His eyes casting over the girl next to him hungrily.

Smirking she shrugged knowingly "who isn't?" she commented confidently. Shifting the car into gear as she headed off towards the school. Ignoring the feeling of Pucks eyes linguring on her, and the feeling of his hand that had reached across to caress her bare thigh, finally settling just under the end of her dress. His gaze never faltering, until they had pulled up into the parking lot. "what do you say we take this into the backseat?" he smirked, his fingertips dancing up and down her thigh as his lips eagerly connected with her neck, nipping at it with rough teeth.

"As tempting as that is, i'll pass" Gently removing his hand from her thigh, she swiftly slipped out of the car, shrugging her cheer bag over her shoulder as she leaned against the back of her car waiting on him getting out. The sound of the door closing a few minutes later caused her gaze to lift off her nails as she glanced over at him with raised eyebrows.

"What? you can't let me feel you up and expect little puck to lay low" he grinned smugly. Thoughtlessly taking the bag off her shoulder, hooking it over his own, muscular arm instead. "you owe me babe" he commented.

Rolling her eyes behind her sunglasses, she shrugged. "Whatever" exhaling deeply, she ignored the longing, lustful stares as they pushed through the doors that lead to the main corridor. It was a fact, they were top of the school. Head cheerleader, Star quarterback and renowned wild childs. Puck however, casually threw a few winks and killer smirks to some hopeful freshman leaning against the lockers. Poor girls, she thought.

"Laterz puker-whore, don't forget to pick your jaw up off the floor before you go to class" The brunette smiled fondly, snatching her cheer bag back, throwing over her shoulder as she sauntered down the hallway, ensuring her hips swayed gently from side to side.

Spanish , first period. Perfect, she grinned at the thought. At least she could catch up on some of the sleep she missed out on lastnight. Wandering into the classroom she headed straight for the back, slipping into the corner desk. Tossing her bag onto the chair next to her, a subtle warning for no one to even bother attemting to sit near her. Exhaling a deep breath, she glanced around the practically full class before allowing her head to meet the desk.

The teacher wouldn't care. After all, she figured he was getting bored of her outshining him.

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