A/N Hey yall. I know I know where is chapter 2, 3 4, 5 esc. of a certain fanfic. I'm sorry that I am a bad little gleek but I had so many ideas for storys this week so yeah. Anyways there is a lot of fanfics about Rory and an OC going across . Well now Im part of the trend now. The OC is from my 1st ever fanifc Fireworks (check it out) and its the girl Damian likes in the story Katie. She is basucally the me I want to be someday. I hope you enjoy. Love you Bye.
Katie's POV
When you get slushied after 3 minutes at school, you know it's going to be hell. I mean, I wasn't THAT low on the food chain. Yes, I was the rocker chick with paint covered clothes and hot pink streaks. But I wasn't that much of a loser to deserve a cherry slushy.
It took about 10 minutes to get the stuff out of my hair and wash out the stains. But my luck was not in my favor, since 10 seconds after leaving the washroom, a group of dumb jocks slushied me. I staggered blindly back into what I thought was the girls washroom. But I eneded up in the BOYS washroom, with none other than the resident Irish.
Even with the layer of corn syrup blocking my vision, he was pretty cute. His dark brown hair was up, kind of like Justin Bieber's, only on him it looked really hot. The embrassed smile on his face was kind of sweet, in a why-the-hell-are-you-doing kind of way. But his ice blue eyes definitely were the best thing about him. I had to quickly stop swooning over his looks to listen to him.
"Let me guess, the hockey players got you," he said.
"Yep," I replied, wiping my eyes clear of the remaining slushy. The boy was walking over to me and from the looks of the red liquid on his face, he had experienced a slushieing as well. He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the sink. My mind went to hell and back thinking about the shivers going through my hand when he touched it.
He grabbed and wetted a bunch of paper towels and handed half to me. I graciously took them and smiled.
"Thank you," I said, blotting food color from my pale skin.
"So, who are you?," the boy asked. I looked him straight in the eyes, the way my mom told me to when I talk to someone.
"I'm Katie Scott," I said, "I just moved here from Chicago and apparently people in Ohio don't accept girls with pink hair and thigh-high boots." A slight laugh escaped from the boys lips, impacting my ego in a poistive way, since I was never convinced I was funny.
"And you thought they would?," he retorted. I hit him lightly in the arm.
"Shut up," I sneered lightly, "and you are what? That Lucky Charm Guys brother?"
"Not a chancee," he said.
"Then who are you?,"
"My name's Rory Flanagan," he said, "I'm a foreign exchange student from Ireland, and your not the only one having a hard time in Ohio."
"Why? Does every girl want to get in your pot o' gold?," I giggled, regretting the words soon after saying them. But surprisingly, Rory just laughed, which kind of made me feel better. At least he had a sense of humor.
"No, just noone here is really tolerant for people who are different," Rory replied.
"Amen to that," I stage whispered. After that we chatted casually as we washed slushy out of out clothes and off our face. Rory was pretty funny, to tell the truth, and unlike most of the guys at my old school, he wasn't a complete douche and was willing to talk to me.
He was a junior, a year older than me, and had been a exchange student last year, but stayed for another year. He was in glee club, which shocked me, and had a big enough group of friends to keep him sane.
What he learned about me, however, was completly open-book. I told Rory about how my dad was an alcohalic and I now lived with my grandmother in the outskirts of Lima. I was a artistic kid, but I had found love in singing as well. He offered me to join New Directions, which at first I thought was the compass club, and I told him I'd think about it.
After all the slushy was gone, Rory checked to make sure noone was paying attention to us and we slipped out. I was about to head to class, when he lightly touched my arm, sending shock waves through my nerves.
"Hey, if you want, you can sit with me and the glee club at lunch," Rory offered.
"That would be great," I replied.
"Well I guess I'll see you then," Rory said cheerfully.
"Alright then, see you at lunch," I said, adding all the enthusiasm as he di. I surprised myself by giving him a quick peck on the cheek before dashing to my first class at McKinley. I could feel my cheeks blushing, but it wasn't because I was embrassed.
Maybe, just maybe, it was because Rory Flanagan was my first crush at McKinley
A/N And that's chapter 1. I hope you like it. Alert, favorite, and review. Read my other stories. And also I have started a beta account so if you want me to beta your story please tell me. Love you guys Bye!
UndercoverGleek ;)