Summary: McKinley is one of the top three performance arts schools in the country because of Mr. Schue, but now he's taken on another challenge. Crenshaw High school in Miami is one of the worst schools in Florida and Will is their last chance at rehabilitation before the school is shut down for good. Can he fix this school like McKinley? Or is it already beyond help? SYOC!
So this first chapter in an introduction to the three characters that I have already created; Jada, Nevaeh, and Javon. I will have the SYOC form on my profile.
As with every chapter, I will have the cast list in the AN.
Zendaya Coleman as Jada De La Rosa
Voice Claim: Zendaya\Alessia Cara
Cara Delavigne as Nevaeh Ross
Voice Claim: Charli XCX/Macy Kate
Diggy Simmons as Javon Williams
Voice Claim: Diggy Simmons
Gabrielle Union as Principal Erica Williams
"Mr. Shuester?" Will looked up from the pictures that Emma had sent him and saw a woman coming towards him. She had brown skin that was more on the dark side and matching dark eyes. Her gray suit pants and white silk shirt told him that she was the principal. Most of the teachers he had passed had a more casual approach to apparel.
"Will, please." He held out his hand and she shook it when she got to him.
"I'm Principal Williams, but all the staff calls me Erica." She introduced. "I'm on my way to the cafeteria. Walk with me."
She left no room for refusal as she began walking down the hall, past the reception area, her black heels making a click clacking sound on the chipped tile.
"So," She began. "A lot of people told me the wonders you've done for McKinley High in Ohio. Namely, getting Sue Sylvester out of there." Erica shook her head. "The things I've heard about that woman are just...atrocious. I mean, fat shaming? Really?"
"Sue is...opinionated." Will said, refusing to bag on the woman he now considered family. "Plus, I've heard you've had your fair share of problems here."
Erica let out a soft scoff and pushed her black hair away from her face. "Yeah, but our problems are with our students, our neighborhood-" She looked back at Will as they walked. "But never the teachers. Everyone here is doing the best they can for these kids. I also doubt that you'll find the same problems with our students that you did with those at McKinley."
Will raised an eyebrow. "How do you mean?"
They turned a corner and walked a bit more before the ended up in front of a set of double doors. He saw an identical pair about twenty feet away on the same wall. "The kids here aren't opposed to music." Erica explained. "Many of them aspire to be singers and rappers and dancers- plus, while there are the occasional cases of bullying and physical fights, we don't allow things such as slushy throwing."
"How can you possibly know I won't have the same problems here?" Will asked as he began to hear the sound of banging coming from the doors in front of him. "Most kids seem pretty opposed to music." Erica simply gave him a look before pushing open the two doors in front of them.
The cafeteria was large- not as big as McKinley's, but it was still large. There were twelve tables set up further in the room, they looked as if they bad been in rows of six, but someone had pushed two of them together to make a longer table and that's where a lot of the students sat.
On the long table stood two girls- one with dark brown hair and another with dirty blonde hair. Another girl sat on the table top, but her hair was stuffed into a black beanie. She, along with most of the other students, were banging on the tables to make a beat while the two girls standing were singing a Beyonce song.
"That's Jada De La Rosa." Erica said gesturing to the girl on the right; her dark brow hair was silky straight, flying everywhere as she moved, and her light brown skin was barley covered in fitted cropped black tank top and gray pleated harem pants she wore. "And that's Nevaeh Ross." She nodded at the girl on the left; her dirty blonde hair was braided into two boxer braids that were most likely elongated with extensions as they were over her shoulders and reached her waist. Her clothes were more tomboyish than her friends; a white T-shirt with a photo of Rihanna's face on it that was about five times too big for her thin frame and a pair of leggings that had a solid/sheer pattern going on. "They're usually the ones leading this little...musical every day."
"They do this everyday?" She nodded.
"Just about." Will turned his sights back on the girls.
"I can do for you what Martin did for the people." Jada sang with a little dance as the students continued banging on the tables. "Ran by the men, but the women keep the tempo. It's very seldom that you're blessed to find your equal. Still play my part and let you take the lead role, believe me. I'll follow, this could be easy; I'll be the help whenever you need me. I see you hustle with my hustle, I can keep you focused on your focus, I can feed you-"
"You need a real woman in your life."
"That's a good look." Nevaeh cut in.
"Takin' care of home and still fly!"
"That's a good look."
"I can help you build up your account."
"That's a good look, better yet a good. Ladies that's a good look, believe me!"
Erica looked at the impressed and astounded look on Will's face and couldn't help the smirk that made it's way onto her own.
"I told you." She reminded him. "They are only two of the many singers we have here."
"Singing for your friends in one thing." Will told her. "Singing for a group that has a reputation of a loser club is another thing entirely."
Erica shook her head. "Glee club is no different than choir or drama." She argued. "We have a waiting list for both and those kids will practically do anything for a chance to show off their talents and get discovered and once they find out about your other students and where they are now, they'll be flocking to you."
"My other students?" Will questioned.
"Mercedes Jones who is the opening act for the Beyonce concert that more than half of my students attended two weeks ago." Erica began. "Sam Evans who's face is on the bus that most of them ride everyday and Brittany Lopez who's makeup videos are trending on Twitter. You'll basically be their God." Erica looked back to the students and Will noticed the annoyed look that took over her face. "You've got to be kidding me."
"What?" Will followed her gaze to see that a boy who wore no shirt, a silver cross necklace and jeans that sagged a bit and showed his red boxers had climbed on the table and now stood in between the two girls. He had five separate tattoos on his arms and chest that Will couldn't make out.
"I be the d-boy who infiltrated all the corporate dudes." He began rapping. "They call shots, I call audibles. Jacob the jeweler, baubles, Lorraine Schwartz sorta dude. It's big balling baby when I'm courting you. I'm talking spy bags and fly pads and rooms at the Bloomberg and rumors you on the verge of a new merge 'cause that rock on ya finger is like a tumor. You can't fit ya hand in ya new purse."
"It's humorous to me they watching and we just yachting off the island hopping off Amalfi coast. Mafioso, oh baby. You ever seen Saturn? No, not the car but everywhere we are you sure to see stars. This is high level not eye level. My bezzle courtesy of Audemars. I order yours tomorrow now look at the time I saved you, Mama let me upgrade you." He ended and threw one of his arms around Jada's shoulder.
"Okay!" Erica yelled and Will was surprised to hear her over the sound of the table banging. She started forward and he followed her. "That's enough." All of the students saw her and the result was instantaneous.
They all began to scatter to the other tables and the girl who had been sitting on the table quickly hopped off and followed the other students. Knowing they were caught, the ones who had been singing didn't even try to escape as she stopped a few feet away from their table.
"Jada De La Rosa, Nevaeh Ross and Javon Williams." Erica called loudly, crossing her arms. Will remembered that Erica's last name was Williams, but he didn't think much of it. Williams was a common last name. "My office, now!"
Jada smacked her lips "Man!" She groaned as she got down. Javon was tossed a white and red striped polo from one of the students at the other tables and quickly put in on as he and Nevaeh got down and followed Erica, who was already exiting the cafeteria.
Will followed the teens back to Erica's office and closed the door behind them. Erica sat behind her desk, but she didn't look angry at any of the teens. Only mildly annoyed.
"You all know I have no problem with your singing in the cafeteria." She informed them. While Will stood next to the door, the three teens sat in the chairs in front of her desk. Javon was in the middle while Jada and Nevaeh sat on either side of him. "But dancing on tables and removing your clothes will get you detention." Will noticed that she looked directly as Javon as she spoke.
"So, what?" Jada asked crossing her arms as she slouched in her chair. "You're gonna give up detention...again?" Erica sighed.
"No." She replied. "Instead, I've decided to do something productive with your...talents. Congratulations, you three are now, officially, the first members of Mr. Schuester's Glee club."
They didn't have the reaction that Will thought they would; he had expected immediate refusals and yelling about how they wouldn't join a 'loser club', but none of that happened.
Instead, they were all quiet with slightly confused expressions on their faces. It wasn't until after a few moments that Nevaeh broke the silence.
"What the fuck is a Glee club?" Erica narrowed her eyes at the blonde.
"Watch your mouth." She warned. "And a glee club is kind of like a choir, except they do covers of songs from the present and the past for competitions."
"And that's our punishment?" Javon asked, seemingly wary and suspicious. "No detention? No suspension? Erica shook her head.
"That's it." She confirmed. "And I'll even give you all an incentive; For every other person you get to join Mr. Schue's Glee club, I'll give the school another dance with a thousand dollar budget."
"Two thousand." Jada replied.
"One and a half." Erica negotiated. "And a lax dress code." Jada looked at Nevaeh and then Javon- both giving shrug- before she looked back to her principal and nodded.
"Fine." She said before looking to Mr. Schue. "But don't think we're gonna be singin' any fruity ass show tunes. We sing our music- none of that white people shit."
"Watch your mouth, Jada." Erica snapped gaining the teenagers attention. "Don't make me call your grandmother." She threatened and Jada narrowed her eyes, but didn't say anything else. "Mr. Schue is your elder and you will give him as much respect as you'd give any other teacher here, if not more. And if he has to talk to me about any of your behavior, I'll suspend you for six months which will stop you from doing any of your school work causing you to repeat the tenth grade. Do I make myself clear?" None of them looked happy at the threat, but nodded anyway. "Now get to class."
Once the three were gone, Mr. Schue looked to Erica. "Can you really do that?" He questioned. "Suspend them for six months?"
"I can," She confirmed as she stood. "I would never do that, but they don't have to know that. Now don't you have a class to teach?"
I want you guys to know, that while this school is located in Miami's Ghetto, there are a multitude of different ethnicity there, but most of the OC's should be black. I'm not being racist, I am black and I've been to ten different schools since the third grade so don't think I don't know what I'm talking about. please don't be afraid to send me Asians, Caucasians, Hispanics or a smaller minority.
Okay guys, the form is on my profile. You can submit up to three OC's, but two of them must be opposite sexes. Also, please put some thought into your OCs. This is not first come, first serve; I will reject your OC if I think they're bad. Please label your submissions as followed:
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Warriors - (Jada D.)