How the hell was he suppose to get over her when her face was on every magazine cover he saw when he went to the drug store? When she starred in those stupid fucking make up commercials that pry on womens' insecurities just to make a couple bucks. And how is he suppose to get over Quinn Fabray when he's still in love with the stuck up bitch that left him six years ago.
Noah Puckerman ran up the steps of the large Fabray household, the biggest grin on his handsome face. It was the day after the class of 2012 graduated from William McKinley High School and he couldn't be in a better mood. No more of that crazy Sue Sylvester harassing him and well, anyone who wasn't a Cheerio. And those unlucky enough to be in cheer uniform, she tortured day to day. No more fake assholes pretending o be his friend. He graduted - just barely but it still counts - and he was ready to leave this damn town.
One large hand slid into the front pocket of his jeans as the other knocked loudly on the door. When it opened only a few moments later, he expected to be greeted by the petite blond who stole his heart sophomore year and despite everything, still had it. Instead it was the older version of her standing before him. Her mother's slightly gray hair was a mess, she was still in her pajamas and her eyes were a shocking red. "Yo, , what's up?" He asked, the concern seeping into his voice. She may of looked at him like he was some dangerous disease threatening to poison her daughter, but she was still her woman's momma. So, he had to care.
She couldn't meet his gaze, choosing instead to stare at the large tree behind his shoulder. "Q-Quinn left," she stated, her voice cracking.
His dark, thick brows furrowed together. "What are you talking about she left?" He stepped into the home when she moved to the side, silently inviting him. The door slammed shut loudly behind him.
That was the one and only time he had a serious conversation with Judy Fabray.
Quinn Juliet Fabray left Lima, Ohio the night she graduated from high school. She packed a few bags and headed to New York City. Leaving behind her mother, friends and one heart broken boyfriend. Still no one has had any contact from the blond. But, that didn't mean they didn't see her.
She was a model. A God damn model. Which sure as hell didn't surprise him. She was fucking gorgeous, always had been. Those striking hazel eyes that showed more emotion then her face ever did. Those plump, pink lips that molded perfectly against his own whenever they touched. Somehow she always tasted like Strawberries. That long, golden hair that felt like silk when he ran his hand through it during a make-out session. Or when he pulled on it harshly when they were making love.
He shook his head as if that would somehow make those thoughts leave his mind. "Fucking bitch," he snarled, throwing the magazine to the floor.
What bothered him the most was that he probably never would get over the girl that left him without even a warning.
I literally wrote this in like, five minutes so it's terrible. But, I was in a Quick mood while listening to The Script. Don't judge.
I should probably update the Cherry fic but I have lost all ChangxBerry inspiration. I will soon though.
Promise.
xox.