Chapter One:
"Alright Guys. We have three new recruits, fresh from their win Friday night!" Mr. Schuester clapped and gave me a weird glance. Wait, was it 'cause I'm Asian or something? But I understood why in like five seconds as three of the football jocks limp in.
"Noah Puckerman, Matt Rutherford and Mike Chang." Speaking of an Asian. He locked eyes with me and I kind of felt a shivering up my spine. Artie noticed and asked, "Tee, are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine," I said, smiling at Mike who smiled, when he hugged Brittany. So much for feeling noticed. I pull open a black sparkly mic protector, trying to keep my eyes locked on it. But I could feel someone breathing down my neck as I struggled to open the case.
"Need some help?" A warm voice asked. The breath was warm and easy. "I don't n-n-need he-help," I stutter. OK, you all know I faked the stutter, but talking to a jock makes me nervous. Mike plucked it from my hand and popped the Velcro off with ease. I roll my eyes."Look, Mike-"
"Mikey-boo!" Brittany chortled. Santana, Matt, Quinn, Finn and Britt herself were all crowded in a corner, watching him.
"You were-" He said but I cut him off.
"It's okay. Brittany awaits." I deadpan, motioning toward them. He ignored my ironic voice and smiled at me and walked slowly away. I felt a tear form in my eye. But I swipe it away. Mercedes comes up behind me and says, "Got a crush on Other Asian?"
I trembled, "WHAT? NO!" I stand up and walk and sit in a chair lone across the room. Light, small tears start to form and fall. He must've been watching me or something because when he began to walk over and went to talk when I was close enough, I whispered, "Don't waste your time on me."
"But I want-" He began, but Santana one of Brittany's fellow Cheerios cut him off.
"MIKE! Stop wasting your time with THAT dork!" The Latina Cheerio yelled. He rolled his eyes at me, which I ignored. I hate being such a dork. Santana smirked at me as Brittany went up behind Mike, spun him around and kissed him. Hard and passionate. She pulled away and turned to me, obviously proud."Now you've learned that you can't hijack another's boyfriend." Utter confusion. I blink, "Repeat."
"Ohh." Mike and Matt chorused with Puck and Finn in tow.
"You heard me, Gothica," Brittany spit in my face. She actually spit in my face. I heard Mike catch a breath in his throat.
He coughed, "Britt, I think that's enough." He kissed her comfortingly and FINALLY Mr. Schuester began Glee Club. I silently cried. He only told her it was enough. He didn't defend me.
He ruined my happiness.
I was busy a couple days after that specific Glee Club practice, Mike came up to me as the rest of the club trickled out of the room. I caught a breath and pretended he wasn't there and leafed throughout the sheet music in my portfolio. "You own a portfolio of songs?" He laughed. Ignoring. IGNORE HIS HOTNESS, I told myself. And I succeeded until he took hold of my shoulders and spun me to him. I looked into his warm brown eyes and tried to keep my cool and not bawl like a baby.
"What?" I was calm.
"I know about, the other day," He sighed and went to continue but I cut him off, "You mean that your reputation got in the way of your thoughts?" I turn back to my bag. He brushed a comma of black hair off my eye.
"Well, I love the way you can be so mesmerizing," He flirted."And I love the way that is such a lie." I mumbled under my breath. He smirked. I turned to him again. "Don't waste your time, Chang." I zipped my bag and shouldered it. He moved some of my hair onto the other side of my neck. He kissed it menacingly.
"Don't even try it!" I laugh and shove him away. But he came back at me and whispered in my ear,
"You may think I give up, but I don't till I win." He planted his lips on mine gently, and I couldn't deny that it felt so wrong, but so right. His tongue traced my lower lip and soon, I was letting him pry open my mouth and he was sitting on a chair and settling me on his lap. He chewed my lip and I groaned a bit. He smiled into the kiss. Oh my gosh! I should be kissing Artie right now! Not the very beautiful Asian who's my ex best friend. I tear up slightly, and he runs his fingers through my hair.
"Mike!" cried Brittany. The Glee Club was beside her. Crap!
"BOYFRIEND STEALER!" Santana yelled. Brittany was crying her eyes out in the bathroom. Quinn looked sad for me, because just that afternoon, Finn had found out about her and Puck. Mercedes was trying to talk to me privately without Artie (who was heartbroken and tearing up himself) or Kurt to see. Rachel, Mercedes and Quinn were the only three who helped me not commit suicide throughout the whole next day, but one moment and all eyes were on me today.
I couldn't take it. So I slipped out of class to "go to the bathroom". Then I pulled out a paper clip, unwound it and slit my wrist. I start crying and whimpering as slit marks and blood patches began to form. Puck and Finn turned down the hall and I went to shove the paper clip in my pocket, but Puck saw the blood patches. He grabbed me and held me as if I were his own. "Get something to clean the wounds from her bag! Now!" He barked as Finn grabbed a roll of gauze from my bag. He also gave me my bottle of water and they poured it on the wound. He wove it around the small bloody area. I cried into Puck's shoulder and he soothed my hair and whispered calming words in my ear. Mike and the rest of the Glee clubbers surrounded us. Mike had a murderous look on his face (at least a bit) as he watched Puck hold me."Tina!" Kurt bent down and inspected my bloody wrists. "Tina, sweetheart, I am so sorry." Artie gasped. Mike had a simple tear rolling down his face. I felt my Razr vibrate in my pocket. I looked at the phone and could only make out
M. CHANG : I LOVE U. DESPITE B, I WANT U! & I'll get U!