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Day 1 and I love you already?
Rachel walks down the hall of her new school, Mckinley High. Now a sophomore, she is ready to meet new people in a new environment and sprinkle them with her talent. Thank God her dads allowed her to transfer because she may have died of boredom in Carmel High. That school has no glee club, no singing, no chance to enhance her awesome talent.
So, she convinced her ever supportive parents to move and let her transfer to a school that offers extra-curricular activities. And now, here she is, smiling from ear to ear. Excited for her first day.
Show choir here I come.
As she arrives in front of her locker, some random jock accidentally shoves her sideways causing her hands to land on something...someone...someone tyring her shoe...a part of that someone...
Ohmygosh, I just touched a butt. A pretty butt in a skirt. Wait.
Remove your hands Rachel.
She quickly removed her hands and took a step back.
That girl in a cheerleader outfit suddenly stops tying her shoe, stands up, whirls around to face Rachel, and is now billowing smoke from ear to ear.
"Who the hell dared to touch me?" Quinn fumed. She looks straight into big brown eyes. She shoves Rachel in her locker, trying not to be distracted from
Pretty brown eyes. Wait. NO! The heck with this creeper who touched my ass!
At first, all Rachel did was gaped. She can;t form words because she was suddenly lost in the angelic face and hazel eyes shooting daggers at her. The fuming girl in front of her was pretty.
Prettiest girl I've ever met.
Speak Rachel.
"I...I...I'm so... sorry... I...didn't mean...it." She managed to say
Quinn puts her best bitch face on, knowing that the whole student body is witnessing this exchange. She will not let this incident slide since it may ruin her reputation as head bitch in-charge. Even if this girl reminds her of Bambi, the cute little deer.
Stop it Quinn.
"Just...get your man hands off of me! Understand? You're new here so let me tell you something Short Stack, I'm HBIC in here and no one dares to defy my orders. So here's my orders for you, get off my space, get lost, and don't ever make eye contact with me. Never let yourself touch me, ever. Even if I beg you to. Get it?" Quinn raises her eyebrows to emphasize her anger.
Ugh Quinn, really? That's all you can manage? Lame nicknames?
But surprisingly, Bambi...creeper was obviously hurt. The girl looks down, mumbling an okay and apologizing once more before rushing away from the cheerleader.
Quinn tried to calm herself down. She wanted to grab the girl and stop her from leaving.
Maybe I want to humiliate her more, that's all.
She feels her heart aching when Bambi walked away.
Gosh, why is my heart beating so fast?
Stop!
Stop!
It's just anger.
Rein it in Quinn, it's just anger.
15 minutes later.
Quinn was still in a daze while her teacher is saying something in front. She just doodled something on her notebook, unconsciously sketching big brown eyes. She can't stop herself.
Stop.
Rachel tried to take in what the blonde cheerleader told her, yelled at her more specifically.
Okay. Never get near her. No eye contact. Never talk to her. Avoid that girl.
As she reachers her first class, she smiles to herself and whispers "Everything will be okay. Don't let one bad thing ruin your day, superstar."
When she opens the door, all eyes landed on her. At the corner of her eyes, she saw the blonde. She stopped herself from looking, not wanting to defy the orders of the HBIC or something and instead acknowledges her teacher with a smile.
Her teacher smiles back, beckons her to come in and says "You must be the new student?" Rachel nods.
"Well, Im Ms. Holiday your literature teacher. Why don't you introduce yourself to us Ms. Berry?" With that, Rachel steps un front, looking at everyone except that blonde, confidence taking over her.
"Hello, I am Rachel Berry a transfer student from Carmel High. Since I was 2 years old, I've been holding the microphone and my hero is Barbra Streisand. My goal is to be a broadway star and win my EGOT. But now, I'm ready to face my academic obligations to add to my achievements. I'm looking forward to this class and to meet all of you, thank you." She smiles.
While Rachel was talking, all Quinn thought to herself was
Why is Bamb...that gir...Rachel...so Rachel's her name...isn't looking at me?
She looks at everyone but me?
The heck! Why do I care?
Don't care. Don't care..
The clapping of her classmates stops Quinn's thoughts and she decides to resume doodling to stop the weird thoughts in her head.
Maybe I do need a boyfriend.
Stop with the thoughts Quinn.
Besides, Bambi...stop it...that annoying girl dresses like a preschooler anyway...
"That was a lively speech Miss Berry, glad to have you in my class. Well you can sit there in the back row next to Ms. Fabray, Quinn Fabray."
Quinn Fabray. The name immediately burned in her mind. Stop! Rachel panicked. No, she can't sit next to her. She looks around the room, begging for the heavens to have another place, but all seats are filled.
Guess I have no choice then.
Despite the apprehension sitting next to Quinn Fabray, the girl who humiliated her just awhile ago, a part of Rachel is excited and intrigued.
Never look Rachel. Never look!
Quinn's heart was beating so fast, hearing that the brunette would seat next to her. I don't care. Bitch face on.
When the girl sits next to her, Quinn continues to act indifferent. Ignoring the ache in her chest when Rachel moves her chair a little bit further away from her. Rachel then starts listening to the discussion. But somehow, her mind wanders to thnk of the blonde girl next to her. She replays in her mind the harsh words thrown at her.
Man Hands. RuPaul. Short Stack.And with that her mind is back in class.
"So here are the copies for your first assignment. This is a poem written by myself which I want you to analyze and interrelate with the disaster film, Titanic. It would be a paired up assignments so start talking with your seatmates and we'll present it on Wednesday. Understand? We still have five minutes so who has any questions?" the teacher says.
Rachel raises her hand, once again panicking just thinking of interacting with blondie. "Uhm, Ms. Holiday, can I like, uh, present this by myself?" she asks. "Why Rachel, is there a problem pairing up with Quinn? Quinn was one of my best students last year. You don't have to worry."
Rachel sees in the corner of her eyes that the blondie gives her an subtle angry look. She still doesn't risk looking. "I...uh..it's just that...uh" she stammers, struggling to give an answer to the teacher in front of her.
Quinn was shocked, a bit hurt (NO!) that this girl would want to not be paired up with her. Yeah she might be HBIC but she is also a part of the honors class. Anyone would die just to be partners with her, especially in this activity.
No, I won't allow this girl to neglect me, and in front of the class. I won't be rejected in something I'm good at.
"Ms. Holiday we're fine. Don't worry. Right Rachel?" she then raises her eyebrows at the girl next to her. Her voice teasing with a hint of warning. Rachel still doesn't look t her. She just mumbles "okay."
"Good, well this is the copy of the poem. See you guys on Wednesday."
Everyone rushed to get out of the room, including the teacher, except Rachel and Quinn. They just sit there beside each other.
10 minutes passed and still nothing.
Rachel thought of a way to do the assignment, still keeping in mind the order of the HBIC (no eye-contact, no talking to her, no getting on her space). She thinks of a way and starts writing on a piece of paper, pushing it sideways to the blonde's side of the desk.
Quinn reads it:
I'll scan the poem and just send it to your e-mail. We can talk about our analysis online and discuss it in class on Wednesday.
She was getting more and more frustrated with the brunette.
Why won't she talk to me? Look at me? Oh. And then it hit her. The hallway, from earlier that day. She then smirks at herself, now impressed with the girl's obedience.
I can't believe this girl took what I said seriously. I was just threatening her, that's all. Suddenly, HBIC Quinn ought to have some fun.
"No" Quinn starts. "You can come into my house tomorrow. We discuss it there and present it on Wednesday."
Before the other girl can protest, Quinn stands, smiling smugly and exits the room.