A/N: hi everyone! so people on tumblr were telling me to write more karley so i did. this one will be a multichapter. im excited for this fic because i have so many good ideas and people sent me some prompts so thanks to those on tumblr c:
this one's really short but thats only because i wanted to hurry up and post it.
also feel free to PM me some prompts/ideas; trust me, i need them.
Pairing: Karley
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I dont own Glee. If I did, every character would be gay except for Mercedes, Tina and Mike.
When Kitty Wilde enters the halls of McKinley High School she expects a normal day in the life of a sophomore head cheerleader. Cheerios practice for an hour before and after school. Daily slushie victims. Spreading rumors about her enemies that were way more than likely not true. Throwing nasty insults at people, which made her feel so high above them.
All these things were done for her reputation's benefits. As her egotistic father always said, the only way to get to the top was pushing others down. All he ever wanted from her was perfection. She was a mirror image of her late mother — except shorter, which Kitty was sensitive about — and was determined to meet his expectations. After all, if she did something wrong, he would find out.
It scares Kitty that her once loving father changed so much after her mother died. She remembers a day in eighth grade when she came home and he was completely drunk. She had been terrified, there had been a test today in History that she had forgotten to study for. A 72! Not quite enough for the perfection-obsessed Wildes. Her father had proceeded to call her a worthless, useless bitch who doesn't care about her family. All she can do is sit there and hold back her tears. If she runs or lets them spill over, he'll think she's weak, and most likely hit her again He has threatened to hurt her if she tells anyone about how he's beaten her; the marks on her right side a testament to that. It was after these encounters that Kitty would run to her room — well, more like stumble — and lay on her large pink bed. She takes a picture of her and her mother off the bed stand and stares at it, finally letting her tears flow freely down her face.
So that's why Kitty Wilde hates school. It's not because of the classes, the losers, the time wasted, the teachers, or the occasionally horrible lunches.
It's that she dreads the day there's a pop quiz she fails and has to go home for more abuse.
It's in the eighth grade that Kitty starts to cut. It was just on her left wrist. Once, she almost goes too deep, and the scar still hurts when touched. Sometimes, it even bleeds, so she wears bracelets over it so no one at school can see.
So throughout the day, she slushies some geeks and prepares for her classes, all while maintaining a calm and cool façade.
When she finally gets to lunch, Kitty isn't paying attention to the conversations of the cheerleaders around her. Instead, she has her eyes set on a brunette she's never seen before. She observes the girl as she awkwardly sits down at an empty table, fixing her hat as she does so. The girl looks up nervously and Kitty almost gasps when she sees her eyes. They're a surreal vibrant blue that compliment her hair's shade of brown. Suddenly, Kitty finds herself taken with the girl. She wants to know about her.
"Who is she?" Kitty asks the girl sitting next to her. She's not one she can particularly stand, but she always knows about everything that's going on in the school. She has her ups and downs, just like Kitty. The girl follows her gaze and scoffs.
"Who, that loser? I heard she's a transfer student." The girl looks at Kitty, then back at the brunette. "Marley's just another outcast, look at how she's sitting alone, the loner."
Marley, huh? It's a nice name, fits her face. She then remembers where she is and recovers with a quick comment.
"Yeah, look at her puppy eyes, acting all innocent. I bet she's just a slut looking for attention." She chips in. Immediately, the words backfire and hit her hard in the chest. They felt horrible, and Kitty instantly wants to take them back, but she knows the girls at your table would look at you strangely, so she swallows the foreign feeling as the others laugh at her statement. She stands up to head to the bathroom.
On your way out, you see the new whale of a lunchlady. You swiftly knock over the bucket she was using to clean the floor with to impress the upperclassmen Cheerios. She smirks as the overweight woman leans down to try and pick up the mop and water bucket, but can't exactly reach it.
As Kitty leaves to get a slushie for transfer girl, she doesn't realize that the same girl has already ran out for the nearest bathroom.
A sob wracks out and Kitty snaps her head up in the hallway. She grips the slushie that she prepared and heads to the source of the sound. She leans her head around the corner and sees Marley crying on the shoulder of one Jake Puckerman. Her boyfriend. He's hugging her and comforting her. Kitty starts to feel a foreign emotion… Could it be jealousy? No one had ever even dared to make her feel this way. That's it. She's going to kill the bitch with the stunning blue eyes.
Kitty moves closer to listen into their conversation.
"Sorry if this sounds inconsiderate, but why do you care so much?"
"Because… Because she's my mom."
Her mouth falls open and she already starts thinking of the many degrading remarks she can make to the boyfriend stealer that are related to her mother. Her face twists with rage as she stares at the pair.
Kitty can't wait for tomorrow.