Hi, this is my new story. I really hope you like it!
Quinn Fabray POV
I'm not sure what the tipping point was. Dying my hair, the nose ring, my iconic tattoo of Ryan Seacrest? What I do know is, I'm never going back...
What happened back then was the past, I don't want to be apart of it. I don't want to be in stupid glee club, they ruined my life.
"Quinn, time for school..." I hear my mother call, even now she can't bear to look at me, at what I've become...good, I made her suffer.
"Whatever" I yell as I trudge down the stairs and walk by her.
"Quinny, don't you want a ride to school?"
"Remember, I told you not to call me that, no, I can't be seen with you!"
I walk out the door, pulling my lighter out of my bag and lighting my ciggy, I puff a bit of smoke out and I walk by a few boys who snigger and laugh.
"Hey I want a piece of that...NOT!" they began sniggering and I pulled my middle finger at them.
I walk towards school and by Shelby's house, I want to see Beth so bad but I can't, got a rep to uphold!
I walk in the school gates to go to my normal spot, you know, under the bleachers with my friends, the skanks.
I walk by Santana and Brittany and they call me over to them and I walk over to see what the hell it is they want...
" Quinn, look, this is our senior year. And frankly, being on the Cheerios isn't the same without you" Santana complains to me.
"You guys are such suckers for going back to Sue Sylvester" I yell blowing out a puff of smoke, right in there faces and making them cough.
"Come on, screw her. This is for us. We can win two National championships this year. We joined Cheerios together, we joined Glee club together, we all slept with Puckerman the same year. We're like besties for life" Santana whispers likes she's telling the truth. Well maybe she is, Santans always been nice to me...NO SNAP OUT OF IT QUINN!
"Yeah, come on, Quinn. We used to be the Three Musketeers. Now Santana and I are like Almond Joy and you're like a Jolly Rancher that fell in the ashtray" Brittany almost cries jutting out her bottom lip.
"You guys never understood the pressure I was under. It sucked. I'm not interested in the boys, or the makeup, or the polyester outfits" I reply to them.
"Look, I've got a bar of soap and a bottle of peroxide with your name on it in my locker. Come on, Quinn. You can't break up the Unholy Trinity" Santana tries to tell me but I won't hear any of it.
"Whatever! Just leave me alone!"
I say and begin to walk under the bleachers and beginning to smoke with the people who know how I feel...
How was that? Please R-n-R!
Love Naya xxx