The Choices We Make

Chapter 1

BeForeverYoung

I sighed as I swung my book bag over my shoulder and strode into the kingdom in which I rule, McKinley High School. I begin to go through my daily routine, grace a few of the good looking football players with a smile, then instantly glare at a few rejects actually thinking they could stare at me.

I approach my locker and start putting my stuff away I realize this is my last year I am going to be able to do this. It is my senior year in high school, my last year as queen bitch. It took me all summer to gain back my status after my pregnancy incident. But here I am and I am about to make my last year as royalty a memorable one.

I shut my locker and went to turn and instantly came face to face with my best friend, sometimes enemy, Santana.

"Hey Q, did you see man hands out fit today?" laughed Santana. As she nodded down the hall way indicating for me to turn around.

I follow her line of vision and instantly my eyes come upon, Rachel Berry. The girl fashion sense was absolutely atrocious. Her ugly black shoes, with her white knee high socks and a plaid skirt with quite possibly most disgustingly gray button up sweater I have ever seen. She walked with her head down, her long "just rolled out of bed hair" blocking her face as she gripped her books to her chest as if it were a lifeline.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Finn, slushie in hand begin to walk towards her. I looked to Santana who also seen the slushie and I watched as a smile of excitement cross her face.

I never liked this part of social humiliation. There are better ways to make sure people stay in their place. I personally favored intimidation, maybe a snide remark here or there but for some reason slushieing people…just didn't seem right.

But that has never made me stop one.

The splashing noise and a sharp intake of breath is what brought me out of my train of thought as I came face to face with a grape slushie covered Berry.

Santana was laughing next to me as she stared at Berry.

"Purple is not your color Manhands," laughed Santana, "although I have yet to see any color that looks even remotely decent on you," she digged in.

I watched Berry as she reached up and to wipe the slushie from her face to stare at Santana for a few seconds in silence before turning her eyes to me. Brown watery eyes stared into mine. My heart hurt for the girl. Was it really her fault that she was born with horrible taste in clothes? What it really her fault that she never, ever spoke in school? Was it really her fault that in kindergarden Santana deemed her the schools emotional punching bag?

My mind wandered but my posture and facial feartures did not change. I had to keep my façade up no matter how big my internal battle was.

"What are you staring at manhands?" I bit out. I instantly hated the words have they came out of my mouth, this was not the real me, but I had an image to uphold after all.

She flinched slightly at my words as she held my gaze for a few seconds longer before lowering her head back down in shame before walking away quickly to the bathroom.

The bell rang and everybody started scattering to class.

Santana started grabbing her books still chuckling.

"You know it is going to be a good day when it starts off with a slushie covered Manhands," smirked Santana before walking past me.

I watched her go till she rounded the hallway. I pretended to mess with my books and book bag for a few minutes until finally the hallway was clear.

Swinging my bag back onto my shoulder I watched swiftly to the girl's bathroom.

Upon entering I instantly used my school master key, one of the many perks of being the head cheerleader, and locked the bathroom door.

"I am tired of this," said a voice softly.

I turned quickly at the sound of her voice and my eyes instantly zeroed in on Rachel standing in front of mirror a towel in hand wiping away the slushie from her hair.

"I told you not to walk in the front door Rachel," I said instantly cringing at my choice of words.

Rachel instantly stopped toweling her hair to narrow her eyes at me, "so this is my fault?" she asked hurt evident in her voice.

"It is never your fault baby…" I started as I walked towards her.

"No," said Rachel loudly and firmly as she pointed at me her hand shaking with anger no doubt.

"You do not get to call me that anymore Quinn," said Rachel strongly. "You lost that right about 5 minutes ago."

"What did you want me to do Rachel," I all but shouted at her, "you said we could keep this a secret. You said that it didn't matter to you."

Rachel looked at me for a few seconds before turning to wipe the last bits of slushie she still had on her face.

I stood there waiting for her to speak, for her to look at me, hell I would have taken anything as long as it looked like she even cared that I was even in the room.

"Rachel…" I started.

Rachel turned to stare at me her look instantly silencing any words I could have spoken.

"You know Quinn," whispered Rachel softly her voice cracking as you could hear her struggling not to cry.

"I knew coming to school today that you were going to have to act. That you were going to have to maintain your horrible façade but…" Rachel paused to step toe to toe with me, "I could have never, I mean never stood by and watched the woman that I loved be so cruelly treated…"

My heart sank…I did not just here what I thought I heard.

"Loved?" I whispered my eyes searching Rachel's face frantically looking for anything that would tell me that she was not being serious.

Rachel reached up and wiped a stray tear from her face. "Yes Quinn," whispered Rachel softly. "Loved as in past tense…"

"Rachel don't you dare…not after everything we have been through…" I cried tears making their way into my eyes clouding my vision.

"Why…"

"Please don't do this Rachel," I begged my heart beating so fast I felt as if it was about to jump out of my chest. "You are all that I have…"

"Am I? Because just 5 minutes ago you acted as if I were nothing but the scum beneath your feet…"

"I love you Rachel…"

"Then show me you do," whispered Rachel looking me dead in the eye before walking past me. Turning the keys to the door I watched as she opened it halfway before turning around to stare at me.

"Because if you don't you will lose me Quinn…" and with that she was out the door leaving me standing in the middle of the girl's bathroom teary eyed and heartbroken.

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