Hey Gleeks! So I've been watching the show a lot and despite how much I ship Brittana, Faberry, and Ryley, I really ship Karley! (Kitty and Marley). I know, I know, call me crazy! But they're like…Faberry 2.0. And I agree with everyone that Kitty can be a complete bitch, but hey, remember Quinn in the beginning of Season 1? Anyway please read and review. Thank you so much for giving this story a shot! I really hope I don't disappoint.
~ Kitty's Point of View~
Fake. A fake. I feel like that Alison DiLaurentis chick from Pretty Little Liars, because that's all my reputation is at McKinley High School, one big, fat, lying game. I was always raised to be better than average. Wait, scratch that, BEYOND average. Yeah, that's right, I'm from a Christian family, my family is very wealthy, I'm captain of the Cheerios ( the cheerleading squad), 'Head Bitch In Charge' is my nickname. Kitty's the name, Kitty Wilde. Me Freakin' Ow. Now I'm sure you expect me to be enthusiastic because I pretty much have everything a High School kid could ever want. Well guess what, the grass ain't always greener on the other side. You see, when I walk the halls of McKinley High with my head bitch in charge façade on…yeah that's all just an act. As I'm walking I see everyone's eyes on my, people parting like the Red Sea while I'm walking. I guess you can say I turn hallways into runways. As I'm walking I'm observing everyone. I've always had the best things in life, but I've never really felt happy with myself. Sure you'll ask me…well, you've obviously been loved? Yeah, my parents aren't really around that much, so I don't really know the definition of the word love. All I can tell you is, it's better to be feared than loved, that way, no one will even dare take advantage of you. I know it sounds pretty harsh, but hey, I say it how it is.
As I approach my locker I look to my left. There's a bunch of jocks smiling at me like freakin' goofballs. Of course I flash a flirty, promiscuous smile back at all of them. Ugh, I would never go on a date with either one of them. Unless my parents made me, because of course they'd love their perfect, little Christian cheerleader to date a perfect, Christian, big man on campus jock. I think I just gagged a little. I open my locker and a note falls out. I know it's gotta be one of the math geeks declaring their 'endless love' for me. Ugh, can't they see I'm not interested! Why can't the see I want to be alone!
Femme Fatale:
Our duet last week was awesome! I had so much fun! We should try it again sometime? You know, you're a good friend. Text me! -Woman Fierce;)
P.S. This is Marley by the way, just in case you forgot!
I smile because of how adorable she is. Yeah sure I know Marley and I are supposed to be enemies and all, and I don't know where in the hell along the road did she think I became her 'friend', but Marley Rose isn't all half that bad. Yeah okay, she's got the attention of the two hottest guys in school, but Ryder just looks like our substitute Glee teacher (Mr. Hudson, or Finn in that matter) and that guy named Sam had a love child. So I was never really interesting in him. And Jake, yeah he and I went out and he broke up with me, what of it? Hey, don't judge me! After all, he was growing a third nipple. Just as I was about to tuck Marley's sweet note safely in my binder, someone snatched the note away from me.
"Hey Wilde, what is this, a love letter?" one of my teammates from the Cheerios asks me as she seizes the note away. Once I'm pulled out of my own shock, I'm angry as hell.
"None of your damn business Maria, now give it back!" I say as I make a grab for the note, apparently the bitch is as tall as that Finn teacher from Glee, or at least that's what if feels like as I'm awkwardly flinging my arms trying to get the note back.
"Dear Kitty, our duet last week was AWESOME, I had SOOOOO much fun. We should try it again sometime? You know, you're a GOOODDDD FRRRIIEEENNNDDD! Text me! Love, WALLFLOWER? What the fuck? Oh wait, I meant WOMANNN FIERRCCEE, P.S. this is MARRLLEEEY by the way, just in case you forgot," The bitch says in an over exaggerated, mocking, HBIC wannabe tone. "Awww how cute, mystery meat has a little crush on you!"
"Shut the fuck up Maria!" I growled.
"Why the hell are you hanging out with Wide Loads daughter? When you should be busy at Cheerios practice. Ever since you've joined that loser club you've become all soft and shit. Get your act together hoe," Maria said. Now, Maria and I were always bitches to each other, but we would always say shit how it is, and I guess this time isn't any different. "Now, are you gonna stay loyal to the Cheerios or what?"
"Yeah Maria, I am." I mumbled in defeat.
"Prove it."
"How?"
"Slushy Fatty McGoo's daughter over there. Here, I saved you a trip to the cafeteria." Maria hands me a large sized slushy cup. I think it's cherry. Ugh, who cares what flavor it is?! I say to myself. I glance to the direction she's referring to. There she is, Marley. Staring at me with those big blue eyes. I can tell she wants to talk to me. She's probably wondering if I got the note she put in my locker. She's such a sweet girl, and I really don't want to do this to her. What the hell am I gonna do? I thought to myself.
~Marley's Point of View~
I stand self-consciously at my locker. Slowly opening it and throwing a few tiny glances at my friend Kitty who's also throwing a few concerned glances at me? I wonder what that's all about. Maybe she didn't like my note? It looks like she's talking to one of her teammates from the Cheerios. I still wonder if she got my note that I sneaked in her locker before school started. I sure hope so. Last week we did a duet together, and I don't like to brag but…it was AMAZING! You know, under all those walls Kitty has built around herself, she actually is a nice, sweet, considerate person. She even offered to buy me new clothes, saying it would 'show off my bitchin' bod'. Yeah, I don't really think I have the best body. My mother's a tad bit on the overweight side. But I don't care what anyone says! She's the woman that gave birth to me, helped me grow up when my father didn't care, and loved me no matter what. And as far as I'm concerned, she's the sweetest woman on the entire planet! As I open my a few books fall out. You know, I really need to clean out this thing! It's been getting on my nerves all week, even last week! Maybe I can convince my mom to let me stay after school to clean it. When I finally place the books back in my locker I notice Kitty was slowly walking toward me, slushy in hand. I tensed up a bit but then relax, because there's no way she could slushy me after last week…right? Friends don't do that to each other.
"Hey Kitty, did you um, get my note?" I asked eagerly. I waited for a reply, but didn't get one. "Kitty?" I asked nervously. Everything after that happened in slow motion. All signs of concerned on Kitty's face suddenly vanished, now turning into undisputable hatred. The next thing I knew I felt a super cold sensation overflow my body. Kitty had just slushied me.
"THAT'LL TEACH YOU TO PUT ONE OF YOUR STUPID NOTES IN MY LOCKER! I DON'T KNOW WHERE IN THE HELL YOU GOT THE IDEA WE WERE FRIENDS BUT YOU BETTER PUT IT BACK IN THAT STUPID HEAD OF YOURS, I WILL NEVER EVER BE YOU FRIEND, UNDERSTAND?!" Kitty yelled, causing everyone in the hallway to stare, point, and laugh into tears. As they were trying to stop their tears of laughter, I was trying to hold back my own tears of sadness. How could I have been so stupid to think a girl like Kitty would ever be friend with someone like I? "So don't even like, talk to me anymore bloater blimps daughter, before your STUPIDITY side shows again, understand?" she spits at me. I know that should've made me want to cry even more, probably run away to the nearest bathroom and cry my eyes out, and trust me, it did. But before I knew it my sadness was turned into sudden fierce. I stood up as tall as I could and took the two biggest steps towards Kitty that I've ever taken in my life, and then, I broke down.
"WHHYYYY?" I choke out in rage. Apparently Kitty seems to be taken aback, heck; everyone in the hallway seems to have settled down. "WHY KITTY? WHAT DID I DO OTHER THAN PUT A THANK YOU NOTE IN YOUR LOCKER, HUH?" I asked louder. Kitty says nothing; neither does the pack of Cheerios behind her. "WHY? TELL ME!" I scream at the top of my lungs. Kitty seems to have a sad expression on her face, almost apologetic. But what good does an apologetic looking face do in a situation like this? "YOU KNOW KITTY, I AM TRULY SORRY FOR WHATEVER HAPPENED TO YOU IN THE PAST THAT'S MADE YOU A COMPLETE BITCH, BECAUSE TREATING PEOPLE THE WAY YOU'VE BEEN TREATING THEM IS REALLY PATHETIC." Ouch. That really seems to have hurt her. I almost flinched at the way I yelled at her, I'm not really one to curse at people, you know? Now, Kitty doesn't even want to make eye contact. I'm not really sure if that's a blessing or a curse at the moment. The hallways were now silent after the kids in the hallways all echoes their 'Ohhh's'. It seems to be an entire lifetime until one of Kitty's teammates says something.
"Better watch your mouth blubber girl, don't wanna break the scale like your mom already has." one of Kitty's bitchy teammates comments.
"Maria-" Kitty was about to say something to her, well, before I abruptly passed her and tackled the girl who had insulted my mother. I don't actually know how to fight, so I don't know how the heck I managed to top her. Apparently Ms. Sue Sylvester's diet drinks really makes these girls skinny to the bone, luckily, it also makes some weak, like this one, Maria, I think her name is? Well, that doesn't really matter right now. I have her pinned to the ground. I know a lot of people are screaming "FIGHT!" but to be honest, I'm so angry I can't hear a thing. She's trying to get away and flip me over, but I got a pretty tight grip on her. She's spitting out a bunch of insults at me, I'm so mad I'm not even pay attention. Then she says something I never saw coming.
"Go ahead Rose, punch me! Go ahead bitch I'm right here! Fuckin' punch me!" I've never punched anyone in my whole entire life, nor did I want to, but even when I had Maria pinned to the ground she just kept on spitting out insults one by one. I wouldn't be surprised if she had actually said over twenty insults already. And even when my blank expression turned into a violent, warning glare, she gave me a cocky, mocking smile.
"What are you gonna do huh? Do it! C'mon bitch! Don't be a pus-" My fist quickly interrupts the next snarky remark that's about to come out of her mouth. This is officially the worst day of my life.