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Disclaimers: I own nothing. Glee is owned by Ryan Murphy
Chapter One
The biting of the chains and the leather collar imprint against my neck keep me grounded. Giving up of my control to my dominant. This experience is freeing in the large sense, I'm addicted to the feeling. People see this as an unnatural exhibition but honestly I could care-less. My vice is exactly that, mine. It gives me what I want, in essence it let's me be without having to compromise myself according to society.
Don't get me wrong, in no sense am I anti-social, more of a reserved person. No need to upset the homeostasis of the world. In public I'm a face in the crowd. I let myself shine to people who matter, people who aren't scared or threatened by something that is different.
I work quite well in society, you can say I'm somewhat of a sociopath. I keep up the act but light the fuse and you will get the brute of the attack, of course I am blunt and aggressive. I don't ever apologize, there's no need to because I am always right in one way or another.
Sugarcoating thoughts is like shooting yourself in the foot and letting it fester. I'm considered somewhat of a reck-loose. People keep their distance, but now it has come to have the opposite effect. Unique is now considered epitome of what is considered to be "cool". Now wannabe's are harassing me, they just won't shut up. Making me want to have my knuckles break against their face.
Whatever happened to the piece and quiet? When nobody but my actual friends gave a damn? My clique or posse consists of the Glee club. Yes, it's just a front the group is much more deep rooted. We sing when we have to; to keep up the facade but usually our meetings deal with practicing things of a much darker nature.
Walking down the hallways of McKinley I see my best friend, the girl that keeps me grounded, Skylar. We have an unusually close friendship, I would die for this girl. Engulfed in a bone crushing hug I let out a sigh. Being around people who like you for you and don't just tolerate you for a very shallow and super-facial reason.
Skylar polls back and wordlessly pulls out a Monster from her locker and hands it to me. A 1,000 watt smile graces my features, eagerly I snatch the can of death and crack it open. The first taste is always the best, when it first hits your taste buds all your synapses and neurons go hay-wire. Once it passes down your gullivar the taste can be properly appreciated.
Today can't suck too much. With that Skylar puts her arm around my shoulder as we walk toward the choir room, to meet up with the rest of the "Glee Club." Walking down this part of the hallway I always feel two sets of eyes on me. The smoldering gazes burn into me. As always I turn to look to be met with none other than the icy facades of Santana Lopez and Quinn Fabray. They try so hard to not give in to what they desire.
I understand because of where they come from that they try to keep their true selves from coming to the surface. I honestly hope for them, one day they can come to terms with their demons and give into something they can't change. But not for but for themselves. Don't get me wrong they are both gorgeous girls, given the chance of course I would hook up with them, nothing more they aren't really my type. They will forever be to me Satan Lezpez and Quinnie Fabgay.
With a wink in their direction Skylar and I walk through the door. I'm quickly engulfed in another bone crushing hug. Now I'm convinced there's a bet on who can break my rib cage! Once air can fill up my lungs I smile up at Brit.
"Hey, Brit Brit."
"Rae Rae! We missed you last night."
Britney S. Pierce one of the greatest people I have had the privilege to meet. The girl is innocent and pure, anybody who tries to take advantage of that is going to meet my fist, The Mack. Britney can see past all the pettiness of high school and be friends with us, all the wile being a cheerleader having Quinn and Santana as friends.
"Yeah Rach, where were you?"
Noah "Puck" Puckerman is like a brother to me. I love the guy to death, just not like that. Sure we dated but soon we found out we are too much a like. Two people who are bad with commitment in a relationship is just a recipe for disaster. Now we are just Lezbros, I keep telling him I'm Bi but he then just goes on and on about semantics.
If I do say so myself we are a pretty good looking group. Skylar has dark as night black hair with piercing blue eyes. Sun-kissed skin with legs that go on for miles. She has a killer body and an attitude to boot. The girl is a hopeless hipster wearing raggedy old clothes. Her attire consists of a raggedy old Nirvana shirt. With a knit vest and ripped worn skinny jeans. On her feet are worn-ass combat boots and a knit beanie upon her head. This look just suits her, she looks good. Britney is a tall, slim, blonde bombshell with her sky blue eyes. She is in her usual attire, a Cherrios uniform. Damn those red pleated skirts and how high they rise on toned thighs. Her hair pulled back into a perfect ponytail. Then there is Puck the guy is obviously well built, a white v-neck t-shirt underneath a black leather jacket. Worn jeans with combat boots on his feet. He has his signature mohawk hair-do. As for me I'm wearing a worn out iwresteledabearonce band tee with a plaid shirt on top covered by a blazer. I'm Wearing tight dark blue worn skinny jeans and classic Vans on my feet. My long brown hair gleams in the sunlight and I have a gorgeous smile if I do say so myself.
Now I survey the rest of the choir room to see the rest of us. Now we can start with the festivities. Everybody seems to be here Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes, Artie, Tina, Sam, and Mike. Well, everybody but Mr. Schue, he isn't all that important to the club in essence. We consider him more as a figure head than anything else. He is part of the whole allusion that what we actually do in this club is all kinds of innocent and looser-esque fun. But in reality it is far from either of those two things. If any of the people in McKinley were to ever find out what Glee club is actually about they wouldn't be able to look at us the same way again.
"Guys, tonight is the night prepare yourselves. Oh and don't forget to find your pray"
I say this as a smirk graces my lips and Skylar's hand within mine. We walk out of the choir room and head towards first period. We get there and sit in the back where we usually do.
"So, whose caught your eye this time Rach?"
"I'm not all that sure, I guess I will scout out today."
"Why don't you just choose who you actually want? We all know you have this attraction to those two Cherrios."
"I won't do that Sky, they desire better than that. I can't seem to be what they need. I won't take them down with me. I care too much for them to put this baggage on top of them. This was my decision to make, now I have to live with this decision."
"Whatever you say, Rachel."
Every-time we have this conversation I seem to strike a nerve with Skylar and I don't mean to.
"Sky, look at me."
I can see the tears brimming her eyes. I cup her cheeks and smooth over them with the pads of my thumbs.
"I love you, you know that. You didn't force me into anything. You have me the choice of a lifetime to join. It has been the greatest times of my life. I don't regret it, not one-second of it because I got so much more in return. But I don't know what it is about these two girls that I can't bring my self to expose them to this. It might be my own fear of them breaking me then of me breaking them. I don't know what this fixation is but it could ruin all of us and I refuse to be the cause of all that destruction."
The tears are so close to streaming down her cheeks and I can't allow that to happen. I touch my lips to hers in a sweet delectable kiss, with my hands on her cheeks. I put out foreheads together.
"I love you Sky, never forget that."
She gives me a sad smile and I kiss her head. We turn back to start to listen to our teacher talk about nonsense as her hand intertwines with mine on my lap. Then I catch the burning gaze of black and hazel eyes boring into my inner core.
So? What did you guys think? This is just the premise of the story, therefor there are many unknowns at this point. As the story goes on it will all start to make sense.
