Summary: Quinn Fabray finally gives in to her desperation and does one of the stupidest things a girl can do to grab her unapproachable long-time crush Ryan Berry's attention: spill soda on his white shirt and leave a motherfrigging red blotch on it. Accidently. On Purpose.

Chapter one: well, it's showtime

Santana must've thought I had gone crazy. Sometimes, I feel like I had.

"You are the weirdest, stupidest, most moronic person I have ever let myself befriend with," she sighed heavily after a long pause, with a look on her face that told me that she'd had enough of my idiotic tendencies. I couldn't blame her for that.

I replied with an eyeroll, stealing one of the green grapes from her lunch tray. "You just can't admit how brilliantly genius of a best friend I am."

"There's nothing genius in this!" she exclaimed. "You should just as well dig up your own hole and lie in it. Quinn, I just honestly cannot see the logic in your 'genius plan'," she said, making a quotation mark in the air with her fingers.

"Come on, it does make sense," I protested. "Look, we can just accept the fact that no one will be able to crack Apple's shell and become his friend, so why not try cracking his shell by making him hate you? It's just the same thing."

"What, and hope that he eventually will grow to like you?" she scoffed. "The chances of it happening is slim to none. You know how it works with Apple."

Simultaneously, we glanced at the said "Apple" who was sat in the corner of the room, all by himself as usual. "Apple" was our codename for my longtime crush, Ryan Berry. The name came up after I saw him walk in the hallway one morning, with a red apple mid-bite in-between his teeth. So the name came up and he'd been stuck with it without him knowing.

Today, Ryan wore a long-sleeved, white button-up shirt, with a navy blue shirt peeking underneath, and dark gray jeans with white sneakers, ultimately breaking the holy rule that everything dark and black were the only things that the quiet, moody guy in high school could ever wear. His hair was kept neatly messy, just like how I liked it – he was the only person so far that could pull of that hairdo effortlessly. From this side of room, I couldn't see his darky-brown eyes, but I could imagine how those eyes would stare even without even looking at them. His head was down as he slightly bobbed his head up and down to the music he was listening through his earphones. The sandwich on his lunch tray was half-eaten, long forgotten by his fingers that were tapping on the table.

It was the most emotion anyone in McKinley High could ever get from Ryan Berry so far. I wish I was exaggerating, but that was the truth.

And that exactly was why it was my next task to get an emotion out of him.

Santana's voice cut me out of my trance. "You do realize that here's a bigger chance that he would end up hating you, right?"

I shrugged at her. "There's only a veeery thin line between love and hate, so I'll take that chance."

She threw her head back, groaning exasperatedly. "How many times do I need to tell you to stop watching all those cheesy movie that your sister left you? I get that you miss her, but seriously."

My sister, Francine, had always been an aspiring movie actress. Her specialty: cheesy romance flicks, the ones that would be a must to watch if you love Nicholas Sparks' books. She had tons of that kind of movies, watching one by one every night and day so she could perfect her acting skills (as well as taking acting classes). So when she eventually got the big opportunity and fled to Hollywood, she left all of those movies in the top drawer of my closet, handing out all of those clicks for me to watch, in hopes that one day I could follow her there.

And to be honest, being an actress wasn't her dream alone. It was mine also – we'd always shared that dream since we were little, but I couldn't deny that she was always the better actress between the two of us.

"It has nothing to do with her or her movies," I waved my best friend off, biting into my own sandwich. "I just really, really, really, really, really –"

"Oh, gosh," she interrupted, rolling her eyes at me.

"– really, really want to take a closer look at Apple. Alright?" I finished my lunch, taking a can of soda on the table and taking a gulp of it. I held up the can and shook it a little, feeling the remaining of the liquid inside swaying from the motion. "Just trust me on this."

Santana swept a hand over her face with a sigh, a sign that she was giving up on her attempt to make me back down. "You're just gonna embarrass yourself."

"I won't drag you into the embarrassment," I promised.

"But I'm you best friend. Your only friend. Of course I would be linked to you."

I gasped as if I was offended, but in reality, I was not really. "I'll try to keep you out of this, alright?"

Before I could stand up, she grabbed my arm, pulling me down. "Okay, tell me again why you're doing this."

"Because I'm in love with Apple and I'm tired of seeing him so emotionless like a robot all the time and I want to talk to him?"

"And?"

"Because.." I trailed off and sighed. "Because this is an experiment and you know it."

"An experiment of what?" she pushed with a grin, even though she already knew the answer.

"Okay so it has to do with my sister and our Hollywood obsession, so what?" I huffed. "I'ts an experiment to see if I'm a good enough actress to be able to look… to look like I'm not in love with him."

"And if he ends up hating you, you will…" she trailed off to let me finish.

"I will act like I hate him too," I answered. "It's easy, right? A guy with a girl hate each other, they end up falling in love?"

"Except you have been in love with him all along," she pointed out. And then her eyes glanced at something behind me. "Go do your experiment on your prince charming."

I grinned and saluted her, standing up with a can of soda in my hand, walking fast toward Ryan – who had his eyes on the ground, still focused on his music as he walked – and pretended not to notice that he was in my way.

Right no point, I bumped into his chest, my soda spilling all over his white shirt. I pretended to gasp and took a step backward, staring at the bright red stain all over the front of his body. He stood stiff, his head staring at the stain too, and the whole room was in full silence until the sullen boy in front of me growled.

"What the fuck."

Well, it's showtime.

Hope you guys enjoy it xD