As promised, here is a new story I began writing in November I think. It's kinda AU but not totally. Not all of the New Directions are in it and it's set in Connecticut.
Let me know how you like it! Enjoy and review!
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The two cars careened off the road and rolled to a stop after a lot of screaming from both vehicles. When the dust cleared, the riders in the blue Ford Focus checked to make sure each other were okay.
The members of the Dodge pickup truck swarmed the little car, scaring the passengers. They beat on the windows, screaming words no one had any hope of understanding.
The driver held up his cell phone. "Go away or I'm calling the police!" His hand shook.
A bored youth from the truck, Marceline Anne Taylor-Jones rolled her green eyes and opened the door. She snatched the phone and threw it against the nearest tree. "Learn to lock your doors, dumbass."
He gulped. "What are you going to do with us?"
She made a considering face. "See that's up to Bruiser. He's been itching to cause a mess. Are you that mess, yuppie?"
He shook his head.
"Guess you're not that dumb." She pinched his cheek.
"You can play with him later, Monster." Bruno "Bruiser" Monetlla opened the back door. "As for you wienies, empty your pockets."
The car's occupants were in the process of handing over their possessions when Tiana "Byrd" Robinson whistled sharply. "Cops!"
"Shit!" Bruiser swore. "Alright, act natural! If you even wink, you'll see my special friend." He opened his leather jacket to reveal a gun.
The terrified teens nodded.
"Monster, Byrd, get inside. Lap up with these idiots. Spaz, Mighty, look under the hood. Come on, Class President. Pop the hood on this piece of shit."
Cory Hart, the driver, got out and opened the hood. Bruiser, Tim "Spaz" Spunilo and Greg "Mighty" Wilson followed him.
Marceline Anne and Byrd got in the backseat and sat on the two boys in the back's laps. The girl in the middle was uncomfortable but the girl in the front seat glared.
The boys, Chase MacDonald and Malcolm Chang were each captivated by the girls on their laps.
Byrd wrapped her arms around Chase's shoulders. She puckered her lips and winked at him.
He grinned widely, ignoring the look from the teen in the front seat.
Malcolm stared at Marceline Anne, who was looking out the back window. She frowned and got out, only to get back in, this time facing Malcolm. Her knees squeezed his legs as she tried to get comfortable.
Malcolm was enthralled by her pretty face. Unlike Byrd and the girls with him, she wasn't wearing makeup. But her beauty still knocked him back. Her face was round with high cheekbones and full chubby cheeks.
It was clear of blemishes except a beauty mark by her mouth. Her nose was small but round, her complexion was like a light fresh cappuccino and she had thick, sooty, long, curly eyelashes and the most perfect eyebrows.
Her ears were small with detached earlobes, which had three sets of holes. He knew enough about jewelry to know the diamond studs she had in each were real. Her chin was small but pronounced enough to be strong.
Her lips called out to him. They both were plump to the point of looking artificial and the lower one was a bright pink while the upper one was a dusky rose. Her bow was clearly defined.
Her eyes were the only thing that could take his attention from her pouty mouth. They were almond shaped and slightly slanted but boy, were they wide! He'd never seen eyes that big and they weren't comical. Her lashes nearly hid them as her eyes were narrowed but he knew their color was a forest green.
They were mysterious, deep and probing. There were shadows in her eyes and she looked extremely bored. He wondered how it'd feel to have her look at him.
And then she did.
She focused on him and her world shifted. His face wasn't extraordinary. He was a teenager after all. His face was round and his jaw was square. His cheeks were getting sharp.
His nose had been broken before. She could tell. His ears were like hers (detached lobe) but bigger. His skin was milky white but with that certain something that told that he was Asian. Japanese by her guess.
His lips were thin but the bottom one was fuller and they were a muted pink. But it was his brown eyes that caught her. They were kind and understanding. She didn't know him but she wanted to tell him everything about herself.
The more she gazed at him, the more she felt a bond firming. The more she felt she could trust him, rely on him. Which was crazy. She didn't trust anyone and relied on herself.
His eyes gave her hope and for one foolish moment, she wanted to give in. She stared at him before realizing that his eyes were darkening. Her lips curved. She knew that look in his eye. Men have been giving her that look since she was eleven.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders loosely. He responded by wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned forward, plastering her front to his. She rubbed her nose against his before touching her lips to his gently.
It was a quick kiss, over before it began but that brief contact zapped both of them. Their lips tingled and sparked. They looked in each other's eyes, sharing the same breath before they both leaned forward.
The kiss was exploitative in nature but passion wasn't far behind. They could feel hunger just below the surface but they wanted to get to know each other first.
Their lips never became completely separated as they changed angles and firmness. As they kissed, Chase eyed Byrd. He grinned. Byrd shrugged and kissed him.
The blonde in the middle was very uncomfortable…
The policecar finally pulled up to the two cars and stopped. Two officers stepped out, reviewing the scene.
The superior officer inclined his head. "What seems to be the trouble?"
"Friend here was having some car trouble." Bruiser lied with a smile. "We just stopped to help."
"Need any help?"
"Looks like his engine just needs to cool down." Bruiser shrugged. "I got a container of water in the truck."
"I should do it."
Bruiser went to the truck and got his emergency gallon of water. He brought it back.
The police officer poured a bit on the engine. It started hissing and smoking but eventually cooled off. "Alright. Good as new. Try her out, son."
Cory got back in the car and turned it on. It roared to life.
The male officer clapped Bruiser on the back. "Good work, lad. Let's go, Woods."
Officer Woods nodded at him. "Have a good day."
They were walking by the back doors when they looked inside (both doors were still open). "Hey. Cool it. No backseat babies."
Officer Woods rolled her eyes. "Let's go, Davis."
The two officers hopped in their car and took off.
Bruiser shut the hood and came around with a smirk. "Got lucky, Hart. We'll be seeing you. Let's roll out, guys."
Byrd sat up and patted Chase's shoulder. "It's been. Bye!" She got up and slammed his door.
Marceline Anne backed away from Malcolm and stared at him.
"Monster!" Bruiser called.
Her lips curved before she gave Malcolm a short, soft kiss. She got off his lap and gave him a flirty salute before leaping in the back of the truck.
Bruiser got behind the wheel and turned the car on. He sped away, blaring music and honking the horn.
Cory took a deep breath. "Are you guys okay? Melinda?"
The girl in the passenger seat nodded.
"Chase, Kate, Malcolm?"
"Yeah." Kate nodded even though she was very shaken up.
Chase grinned. "I'm great!"
Malcolm was staring down the road, where the truck had gone.
"Malcolm!" Cory had been calling him for a while.
"Huh?" Malcolm frowned and faced front.
"Are you alright? Probably not. That girl probably has who knows what. You need to go to the clinic."
Malcolm smirked and closed the back door. "I'm fine, Cory."
Cory backed away and started off down the road. "Yeah right. And today started off so good, too!"
Malcolm tuned him out, thinking about the girl with the deep eyes and drugging kiss.
M-
Malcolm was walking down the halls of his school in a fog. It'd been two days since the attempted robbery and he was still thinking about the girl.
Which was awkward since he'd been on a date with Kate. It was new, his first date since last year when he'd dated a bunch of girls after his first relationship ended.
For the first time since Meagan dumped him, there wasn't an ache. He'd felt fundamentally flawed when she broke up with him. She'd given him a laundry list of reasons why but the thing that stuck out the most was that he was boring.
He was a simple guy, who liked simple things. Why was that a deal breaker?
He could feel his thoughts turning dark so he shook his head. That girl, Monster? was probably the most exciting girl he'd ever met.
Would she find him boring?
Should he find her? Did she even go to his school? He'd never seen her but then he wasn't at school much himself.
He was going back and forth with deciding if he should ask around for her when he felt someone pushing him. "Hey!"
A door to a closet opened and he was shoved inside. It was pitch black in there but he backed away as the door closed. A light snapped on and there she was.
He gaped. She does go here!
She stepped closer and wrapped her hands in his shirt to pull him down. She fused her mouth to his and both lit up inside like a Christmas tree on fire.
He stopped thinking and just felt.
M-
Malcolm stared.
"What?" Marceline Anne tugged on her black leather jacket.
He had a million questions and just blurted one out. "Do you always wear your hair up?"
"Yes."
"Is it naturally that straight?"
"No." She put on her right shoe.
"It's really shiny. Do you condition twice?"
"Do you want my hair? I could shave it off and give it to you." She tied the converse.
He burned. "No, I just think it's nice."
She looked at him with a raised brow.
He lifted a shoulder. "So you go here. What grade are you in?"
"You should get dressed." She put on her left shoe.
He already had his underwear on so he jumped in his jeans. "Are you going to tell me?"
"Why do you care?" She tied that shoe.
He wanted to say he wanted to know everything about her. He just tunneled into his shirt instead. "I'm in tenth."
She groaned. "Me too."
"I'm still fourteen though. My birthday's not until October."
She looked at him, wondering just who was he and what did he want from her. "May."
He put on his shoes. "May what?"
She rolled her eyes. "May 21st."
He realized she was telling him her birthday. He grinned. "A Gemini. October 14th."
"I don't know what that is."
"Libra."
She just blinked at him.
He correctly surmised she didn't care what his sign was.
She stared at him, her emotions flickering in her eyes in the dim light. He didn't understand them but he saw them.
"So-?"
"No." She shook her head and left.
He blinked in surprise. Well that was a whirlwind! Sex in a closet. That was a new one.