"Hey man."
I blinked turning my attention to the female to my right, her blue eyes peered up at me watching me. No, studying me. She was new, her name was something like Luci, or Lucia, or something. Really I couldn't be bothered with the new girl's name when I had a perfect angle to see Quinn and Finn making out in the hallway. Not it a creepy way of course, more of an I-want-to-kick-his-ass type of way. Ever since the day I found out that Finn, the guy that I had considered a friend, had been making out with my girlfriend I have wanted to punch him in the face. Just somewhat of a urge that I have had to hold back even though every sense in my body screamed for me to do it.
"Hey, you, over here," The girl snapped her blue eyes glaring up at me as I looked away from Quinn again. "You're supposed to be showing me around you know? Like give me a tour of the school? Not staring at the blonde over there." Her lips curved down into a frown as her eyes narrowed watching me. "What's with that anyways? That kind of screams creeper? Are you one of those sleazy guys that watches others make out instead of getting your own action or are you–"
"No! Just. Shut up or something." I groaned rubbing a hand over my face. I could already tell from the little I have been with this girl that she was going to get on my nerves. It seemed as though she didn't have a buffer zone that told her that some things she just shouldn't say, no, she just kept on talking like everyone wanted to hear her opinion. Although it seemed like she could care less what people thought of her.
Any normal onlooker when they saw this girl would surely be frightened by this girl, she wasn't like everyone else at McKinley. Looking as though she couldn't give a rat's ass about how her clothes made her look intimidating and her dark eyeliner around her eyes made her icy blue eyes even more visible. And then of course there was her hair, bright red that scream "Look at me! I'm like a stop light!"
The girl rolled her eyes muttering a whatever before looking around the now busier hallway. "So where are we off to first, Skippy?" She asked placing a hand on her hip and peering up at me like she could easily punch me out if felt like it. And frankly, I believed she would.
"My name's Sam," I murmured lightly frowning at the girl.
"I know. We were introduced to each other about five minutes ago by the vice principal and then that blonde came in and you zoned out."
Really? It was kind of frightening to think that I had just forgotten everything that had happened once Quinn walked in. I was over her, or at least I hoped I was. Maybe I still had some feelings for her but it wasn't like they could suddenly just disappear. But then again Quinn cheated and I needed to get over her. It wasn't like I wanted to get back together with her, because I didn't, no I more of just wanted to make her now how much she hurt me and how every time I see her with him it makes my stomach sick.
"Well, I'm sorry about that… uh…"
"Lucille." The girl said crossing her arms over her chest clearly annoyed with the situation at hand.
I nodded glancing away from her and her death glare. "Well, Luci. We should probably get going."
"It's Lucille, not Luci." She snapped adjusting the bag that was resting on her shoulder. My teeth began to grit together hating the fact that I had come in early and happened to walk passed the office when the vice principal was speaking with the girl from hell. "And yes we should, I suggest we head to my locker first. I need to put a few things in there before you take me to my first class." She commanded before looking down at the sheet of paper that rested in her hands. "My locker is A171."
Not exactly in the mood to argue with the girl about how she wasn't able to control me and how I could do whatever the hell I pleased I ended up beginning down the hallway. Lucille followed quick behind me her feet tapping lightly on the ground as she walked. I could feel her eyes on me, not only was that strange but the fact that she walked behind me even though we were supposed to be walking together.
Turning my head to look at her she looked back her gaze meeting mine, any normal person would quickly look away and act like they weren't looking at you. But as usual Lucille didn't look away. It was like she had something to prove, maybe to prove that she didn't care that I was giving her a strange look and she could easily make me look away with her staring at me.
"What you looking at, hot shot?" She smirked her brow arching.
"You, obviously." I snapped back at her.
Lucille's smirk faltered turning into a frown as her eyebrows furrowed. Was it bad that I was enjoying the fact that she was angry at my response? No, she deserved it. "Really? Then you care to tell me what is so interesting about me that you feel the need to stare at me?"
"No, I don't care to tell you."
This certainly pissed her off, the way her lips pressed and her hands clenched were a sure sign of this. She looked away for a moment her gaze going past me her frown turning into a smile before she looked back towards me a glint in her eye.
Shit. What did she see?
As quick as possible I turned around to see what she had seen but it was already too late. I was falling, tripping over something that had yelped a bit because of it. I hit the ground and glared up at Lucille who didn't warn me of the fact that something or someone was right behind me. She smiled happy with the results as she then skipped to my side staring down at me.
That bitch. Getting up to my feet I turned to look at what I had tripped over to see the one and only Rachel Berry. She was picking her things up off the floor glaring up at me as she did so. Great, now another reason for Berry to hate me even more than she already did.
"Samuel Evans." She snapped getting to her feet and standing before me. Her head tilted up so she could look up into my eyes, which despite the fact that I had just tripped over her it was amusing that she was so short. How could Finn even handle her height?
"Sorry Rachel." I managed to murmur feeling Lucille standing behind me watching as Rachel angrily began talking about how I should watch where I am going and other things that I could really care less about.
"And finally just because you are all angry at the world because of Quinn doesn't mean you should just not care about anyone else–" Rachel placed a hand over her mouth regretting the words that had just escaped her lips.
Without a word I turned on my heel walking away from the brunette and past Lucille who didn't seem to be enjoying this as much anymore. I didn't care about Quinn anymore and I wasn't angry at the world, it was an accident that I tripped over Rachel, but of course she had to open her mouth and just say something stupid. It wasn't like she wasn't hurt, I knew the way she looked at Finn when he was kissing Quinn, and she looked at him like I looked at Quinn, both with hatred and love.
"Hey Spiffy, wait up!" Lucille called from behind me.
Great, Miss I've-Got-An-Attitude-And-I-Know-It was coming.
"Hey, man, if I knew that the Rachel chick could be such a bitch about an accident I would have most likely warned you." She said walking behind me again. "Geez that girl's got some issues." Lucille chuckled lightly tapping my shoulder. "Earth to Big Mouth… I'm talking to you. You could at least respond."
I didn't want to talk to Lucille, frankly I didn't want to see her or hear her at all. At the moment the only I wanted was for her to go away and for me to be left alone. But then again that would only prove to Rachel the fact that I was bitter towards the world and I didn't want that.
"It's fine."
I turned my head to shoot her a glare as my eyes narrowed in on her and I frowned. Of course she wasn't, I mean it wasn't like it was her fault that I had tripped when she clearly saw there was someone behind me. No of course not, it was my fault.
Lucille sighed frowning a bit and looking down like she was actually tired of keeping up her badass act. "Look, I found it funny that you had fell and shit, but if I would have known that the girl was going to be like that I would have said something. Who's Quinn anyways? Was it that blonde you were staring at all creeper like?"
"Yes."
"So who is she?"
In the process of us actually continuing to walk down the hallway she was still walking behind me, which made no sense at all. If we were trying to have a conversation together wouldn't it make more sense to walk next to each other? Apparently not to her, there were so many weird things about this girl.
"She's my ex-girlfriend." I replied bitterly the words feeling heavy on my tongue. I never liked admitting my failure of a relationship with Quinn and how she cheated and I believed her lie. A gumball really? But that was the past and I'm over it now, or at least I like to think I am over it.
The real question was why the hell was I telling Lucille this? So far from the time I had actually spent with Lucille she didn't really seem to care for me at all. It was like I was dirt that she walked on in her already scuffed up Converse. Maybe I was wrong, but frankly that was hard to believe seeing as so far all Lucille has done is called me by various names that aren't even my own, made me trip over Rachel, and insult me. There was an extremely slight chance that she actually cared what happened to me.
"Oh ouch. Why did you two break up? I don't see what's wrong with you." She commented taking me aback. Was that a compliment? No, it couldn't be. I couldn't help but feel my lips twitch into a soft smile. "Don't get to happy Skipper. I bet there is some reason why she did. Do you have a weird fetish? Is it feet? Or what about knees? Because if you do I can totally tell why she would break up with you, fetishes are gross and just flat out weird."
"No it's nothing like that." I paused taking in a deep breath not wanting to go on about what had happened. But strangely I wanted to tell Lucille about it. I don't exactly know why, I don't think it was because I trusted her but more of how I just wanted to get it out. "She cheated on me and lied to me about it. I wasn't exactly the smartest back then since I believed what she said."
"Back then?" She smirked.
Moment killed. I sighed shaking my head and looking forward again. I saw the number to her locker a few feet away and came to a sudden stop. Lucille who must have not bee paying attention ran into my back.
"What the hell?" She growled. "Why the hell did you just stop? I was walking right behind you!"
"One, because your locker is right there," I motioned over to the locker. "And two, if you were walking beside me like a normal person would you wouldn't have run into me."
"If you would have warned me my locker was coming up I wouldn't have either!"
"Hmm, doesn't this sound just like what happened with Rachel?" I asked with a smirk. "Karma's a bitch, Luci. Deal with it."
Lucille's brows furrowed and she frowned at me clearly giving me her best death glare but I only smiled at her and leaned up against the locker beside hers. She slowly started to work her combination into the lock frowning as she did so. After a few more times and failing to get it open I could see the frustration on her face as she proudly kicked the locker and expressing a few harsh words towards it.
"Give it here," I muttered taking her sheet and spinning the dial on the lock. "So why is it that you walk behind me?"
"Don't flatter yourself, hun. I walk behind everyone. Better view of the ass, of course, which reminds me you have a nice one." She winked at me and I frowned at her telling that in some way that was supposed to be an insult. "No that's not why, I just don't trust people. And if I were to walk beside you then there is a more likely chance you could try to hurt me. If I walk behind you then I have a better way to defend myself, but looking at someone's ass all day isn't bad either." She laughed shrugging and pushing me aside as I opened her locker.
This really didn't surprise me the fact that she was thinking of ways to keep herself protected. I could see her as one of those chicks in the zombie movies that are just kicking everyone's ass while then there is some blonde chick that is screaming her lungs out. Note to self, when in a time of trouble, such as the zombie apocalypse, go to Lucille. She probably has some sort of glass case that is labeled 'If Zombies Attack Break Glass'.
Now she was placing some things in her locker including her folders and notebooks, that were all noticeably not plain and also were carefully labeled with one of those computer label machines. She looked up at me and glared. "What are you looking at, creep?"
I didn't respond to her, rather I just looked away waiting for her to finish placing her things in her locker. It was only when she slammed her locker shut and punched my shoulder did I finally look back to the female. "Ready?" I asked even though I already knew she was and she was clearly annoyed that I had wasted a few seconds of her time.
"Of course I am," She said adjusting the bag on her shoulder and brushing pieces of her hair out of her eyes. "I wouldn't have hit you if I wasn't."
Yeah right, even I knew that was a lie and she would have hit any time she pleased. I nodded still having her schedule in my hand I began to lead her towards her first class. Luckily I didn't have that class with her, frankly I was unsure of how much longer of I could take of Miss I-Rule-The-World.
We walked in silence, she was walking behind me, no surprise there, and I didn't exactly feel like starting a conversation with her. It didn't take long to get to her class and she thanked me quietly like it actually pained her to show some respect towards me, but nonetheless she did and then disappeared into the class room.
Not exactly too thrilled about going to my next class I slowly made my way down the hallway making to Chemistry II, something I was actually good at. Yeah, I knew I wasn't exactly 'top of my class' or the most 'brightest' student, but I wasn't stupid. Just everyone thought I was. I was just a pretty face that had nothing in my head. At least that was what Santana told me once.
Walking into the classroom I sighed my eyes scanning the crowd of facing hoping to see someone I knew. And I did see someone, but not some I wanted to see.
There sat, Rachel Berry.