A/N: Okay, this idea has been in my mind for a while ever since I saw Alysia Harris poem, "That Girl". May be a one-shot, or a small story- it's totally up to you!

Title: "That Girl"

Author: Riptide Pride

Rate: T (If continued, M)

Word Count: 2,126

"That Girl"

We got that waiting in the clinic silence.

That shhh don't tell nobody what we did silence

and I'm so tired of being your hamper that

I'm about to dump out those week old ketchup stained secrets and do laundry in that silence

You like keeping it quiet.

But my vagina is not your walk in closet.

You wanna stuff your unmentionables through me,

Wanna place to hang up your insecurities,

Want me to keep check of your hand me downs and Prada,

Waiting for every occasion to put me back behind closed doors and lock me in the darkness.

Nobody knows you hold my hand

And nobody knows I call you baby

And nobody knows you write anonymous poems about me the type you can't post on Facebook.

Because regardless of what you may think I'm worth or what you may think I deserve,

I will never be that girl,

The girl that's only allowed to make you smile when she´s making you orgasm,

that girl whose day job is daydreaming waiting for her night job.

That girl who´s so in love she will turn her body over for your superficial touch.

You hide me behind lock doors and bed sheets because if you dare reached out

Then everybody would still know that it was still about me.

So that in your heart and in your mind your still wrapped up in me.

My teardrops you own them,

My hearts strings you got them tied around your pencils and fingers.

Yea, you may say it´s over

And you may never tell me that you love me

But you don't have to cause your silence speaks volume.

You wanna hold me in your arms rock me to sleep then act like you don't know me.

As if the moments we spent together are some kind of down payment.

As if my bedroom were lay away

And that's all you ever do is layaway

Pull up beside me but in the morning pull up the hoodie and run the other way.

I'm like that bastard child

The reason Daddy never stuck around in the first place

But for me rejection doesn´t come every other weekend..

It comes when you lower your head and pass by without speaking

And I remember there was a time where you could barely take your eyes off me.

I just don't understand why it's not okay for you to love me.

I guess you just want me to be that girl.

The girl everybody wants to sleep with but nobody wants to be with.

That girl

Only good enough for finding a suitable replacement.

And not trying to make up for the mistake

But you try to convince yourself that she means everything and you want nothing to do with me

But come on baby she looks just like me!

Read the signs or at least it's not the facial features

Cause I was your first, your only,

The prototype and she´s just a duplicate

And you can never make copies without first consulting the blueprint!

You know what they say the sequel is never better than the original.

And she tries to write you stories but you know they're only half as good,

So half squinting you only hold her half as tight as you should.

Cause your other half is tangled between my bed sheets,

And your other half is complete within my mind, soul, and body,

And your other half is french tonguing me Monday through Friday.

I'm not fighting for joint custody.

I'm fighting for RESPECT

Cause I will never be content with being your back door hoe.

Your something on the side,

Your something to do on those lonely weekends,

Your closet freak.

You will never produce me to be a skank and a whore that will love you.

I'd rather spend every night crying alone on my bedroom floor than to ever be "that girl"!

That feeling she feels every time she sees him is back. That sick, twisting feeling in her stomach and in her head that makes her eyes water and throat close when the sobs in her that he caused want to burst out like a volcano ready to erupt. She closes her eyes tightly, fighting the urge to open them and expose her broken heart to him. The fragile organ in her body that he not only broke, but crushed, ran over, burned, punched, and stabbed without a second thought. She can feel her abused heart beating rapidly in her chest that it physically hurt and she had to try to calm herself to prevent her from screaming out her agony. She breathed in, then out, and all over again until she felt her heart beat subside a bit. Her hands shook as she clenched her books tighter to her chest, trying to protect it from further heartbreak to no avail.

She glanced up to see Kurt speed-walking towards her with a furious face and eyes full of resentment.

"Rachel, just ignore him. Oh, the nerve!" Kurt rambled on, but Rachel wasn't listening to him. She stared past his shoulder to the young man Kurt was currently making death threats to.

Noah "Puck" Puckerman.

Their Puck.

Her Noah.

The man that brought all these feelings that made her feel like she was dying; slowly and painfully disappearing. But it wasn't him that made her feel like she was dying as if he was the murder to her case-in some ways he was. In most ways he was. But it was currently the person who was under his arm, wearing his Letterman jacket claiming her as his. Her arms around his waist and the hickey on his neck, claiming him as hers. Claiming each other. Their smiles confirming it to the world, and their words confirming it to her hoping heart-smashing it in the process.

Quinn Fabray.

Head cheerleader.

On top of the food chain standing right next to him while her heart and herself were at the bottom, all bloody and broken from heartbreak and despair. She can tell that his smile wasn't fully for Quinn, but for the popularity and attention he loves and craves. Something she couldn't give him because she sticks to what she loves and what she knows will make her future bright like she knew it would. Yet, no matter how big it will be in the future, it is always going to be small, low, and loathed inside William McKinley High School. The place that will forever leave a whole, a scar, a nightmare, a terrible memory in the future.

That feeling is back.

She looked at her dearest friend, the only one that knows that she's Noah "Puck" Puckerman's dirty little secret. The one he's ashamed of, but doesn't want to let go. She sends an invisible plea to the people around her, but a giant SOS to Kurt which he quickly sees and turns around to see her nightmare come to life before his eyes. What he saw made his eyes narrow and twitch, and the red, flaming monster in him expose himself even further. Rachel closes her eyes tightly and starts taking deep breathes again.

"K-Kurt..." She whispers after her breathing technique only made the feeling even worse. Kurt turns around, his eyes softening after seeing the familiar pained, broken look on her face. Rachel's lip quivers. "Please, can we get out of here..."

She mouths another silent "Please" before opening her eyes, a tear spilling out of her right eye. She wipes it away quickly, and glances up to see Puck talking to one of the football players, laughing all happily and care-free while her heart shattered across the hall.

Kurt gave a quick glare at Puck before grabbing her hand in which she held tightly. Kurt was about to start walking away from Rachel's nightmare but was stopped after hearing someone calling her name.

"Rachel! Wait up!"

Rachel took an intake of breath, her hand clutching Kurt's tighter. She slowly turned around and saw Finn Hudson running up to her and she gave him a small smile.

She put on her acting voice and said, "Hey, Finn! What do I deserve this unexpected, yet pleasure of attention from William McKinley's star quarterback?"

Finn chuckled. "I was just here to say that we have a new member to the Glee Club. His name is Rory Flanagan. He has an accent, but can sing out lyrics like if he was born here."

Rachel gave him a fake smile that could only fool those who didn't know her well. "That's wonderful! Now all we need is a couple more to perform at Sectionals this year! I'd hate to spend my last year at McKinley sitting on the sidelines than on stage."

Yes, most of the people quit Glee Club-Santana, Puck, Quinn, Brittany, Mike, and Sam. Mike and Tina had a fight and he didn't want to see her so he quit. The rest of them were tired of being losers and wanted to become popular again. Obviously, Quinn and Puck are dating once again, and Quinn is once again head cheerleader. Nobody hangs out with them anymore but Finn. Even then, their conversations were discrete but Finn seems oblivious to it.

Right then, a girly laugh is heard from across the hall and everyone turns to see Puck nibbling on Quinn's ear, making her laugh and sigh at the same time. Rachel feels her chest tighten and the tears she's been hiding come flooding down. Before anyone can see them, she buries her head in Kurt's shoulder. Kurt wraps his arm around her and whispers in her ear that they're leaving. Kurt hurries down the hallway and into the girls bathroom, ignoring the sign of a woman with a triangle dress next to the door.

Rachel let out a heart wrenching sob, and the tears fell down her face like a water fountain. Kurt hugged her through it all. She cried out loud, her heart wrenching screams muffled by Kurt's shoulder and slid to the floor, Kurt following her down. Rachel clutched his arms trying to control her shaking. She can't believe he did that. Right in front of her.

Kurt held her, some of his own tears falling on the floor with hers. Kurt could have pushed her away with all the tears and mucus on his designer sweater, but all he knew then was that Rachel needed a friend as another part off her heart chipped away.

Rachel lay on her bed, looking at her reflection from her iPhone screen. Even though she could barely make herself out, she could see her tears stains as it shines from the lamp on her night stand. Her eyes were burning giving her the intention that her eyes were obviously redder than blood. Her jaw hurt from quivering and the puffiness from under her eyes might give away the fact that she's been crying for hours. She feels a rasp in her throat from all her crying. She worries if her voice sounded different and contemplates not talking for the rest of the week so she can cure it so she can sing like an angel again.

She dropped her phone on her bed and took a deep breath in through her nose, and out through her mouth. She's tired and worn out from everything that's happened these past two months and she really just wants senior year to end in a snap of her fingers so all this pain, under-appreciated torture can end and all the admiration and the adoration she deserves fill her present. She's sick and tired of everything and she really just wants to go to NYADA (if she's accepted) and start her career. Move away and forget about heartbreak, slushie facials, and a certain Noah Puckerman.

She wants it all to end.

She sees her phone ringing, and she knows it's him. He always calls at one o'clock in the morning to talk to her. Even before she knew that he's been fooling around with Quinn behind her back and the other way around. It's always been like that and she always answered. This was no exception. She slides the lock on her iPhone and presses the phone to her ear, not mumbling a word.

She can tell that he knows she's on the other line, so he speaks, his voice sending a hot and cold shiver up he spine.

"Rachel?"

She closes her eyes, biting her lip to prevent her from sobbing. She will not show her weakness.

"Rachel...talk to me."

Rachel sighs. "What is there for me to say, Puck?"

"Don't call me Puck. I hate it when you call me Puck, I'm always Noah to you."

"Not anymore, Puck." She took a deep breath. "Why are you calling me? Aren't you supposed to be calling Quinn?"

"Quinn just left. She was over my house after school."

Rachel clenched her teeth together and fought the urge to throw the phone across the room. "So is that how it's going to work? After she leaves, you call me and talk to me like I'm your back door whore? Your something on the side? Is it still going to be like that? Because that's exactly what I was, wasn't I? Your dirty little secret that you're ashamed of, huh?"

"Don't start this Rachel. You know that's not true-"

"It was always Quinn, wasn't it?" She breathed in, trying to give air to her constricting throat. "If it ever came down to one of us, you'd choose Quinn?"

He fell silent.

Rachel laughed bitterly. "I thought so. It was never me, wasn't it?"

"I didn't even answer you."

"Yeah, but your silence already tells me everything I need to know."

He fell silent again, and Rachel knows right then and there that this has to end.

"I don't think you should call me anymore, Puck." She whispers quietly, her vulnerability exposing itself through her words.

"Why? Don't end this, Rachel."

She sobs softly. "Just let me go, Puck. You're just leading me on like you did before."

"I...I can't let you go, Rachel. I just can't. It's a fact, it can't go away. We have something."

She sighs. "You let it all go the night you came over and told me about Quinn."

"No, I didn't. Didn't you take into consideration that me telling you about Quinn was because I liked you that much not to lie to you?"

"No, what I did take into consideration was that I wasn't what you wanted, or I didn't meet your expectations so you chose Quinn. When you told me the truth, you chose Quinn. Because the next day, I'm standing there like a dumbass, staring at you while you go up to Quinn. You didn't even look at my direction! You just turned the other way and I never felt more rejected in my life!" She yelled in the phone, tears spilling out of her eye lids.

"I...I can't. Not now."

"Not now? Then when? Next week? Next month? Or when you and Quinn fight and I'm the one that consoles you with pity sex? No! I'm not going to be that girl, Puck!"

"You're not that girl, Rach!"

"Then what am I?"

He falls quite again, then says, "I want you both. I can't leave Quinn, but I can't leave you either."

Rachel laughs, her own voice scaring her for how much disbelief and hate that's shown. "You wanna know something? I'm crying my eyes out right now, and you're hurting me even more. I can't take this, Puck. Just...stop it."

"I don't want to hurt you, Rachel. I don't. I like you too much."

"I bet you love Quinn." It's not even a question, and Puck knows that. "I rather die by an animal ripping my skin out piece by piece than ever be that girl. You can forget about it. It's either me, or not me; choose."

This is the last chance, Noah. Pick me, please. Pick me. Stay with me. Be with me. I need you.

Silence.

Two minutes.

Five minutes.

Eight minutes.

"Never call me, talk to me, look at me, don't even think about me, Puck. It's done; over. Do what you always do, pull up your hoodie and look the other way, don't speak to me like if we were best friends or acquaintance. I'm no longer that girl that you can't take your eyes off, so don't look at me like I'm the only girl in the world. Fuck you, Noah Puckerman!"

She hangs up.

Silence.

Pain.

Still so much pain.

That feeling is back.

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