Hello! This is my second mutli chapter fanfic. I really hope you enjoy it, it's puckleberry:) It's going to be pretty good... I hope. So read and review, please:)
For my Prompt: Emotionally unstable girls shouldn't have guns
Just FYI: Quinn gave up Puck's baby in this:) And everyone knows the truth.
Chapter One: Written in her Eyes
No matter what anybody said, a part of Noah Puckerman, cared about Rachel Berry. Even if it didn't seem like it, Puck paid attention to her. So, when she said five words, that didn't really seem out of the ordinary to anyone else, they seemed out of the ordinary to him.
She was being bullied, by Santana. Right in front of everyone. It made Puck sick. But, he knew if he stuck up for her in front of everyone, he would get ridiculed, and people would start to wonder what was going on. So, he planned on having a chat with Santana.
Rachel was crying, and nobody even looked up. Except for him. And he could have sworn he saw Quinn look up as well. But, he figured he didn't because if he knew one thing for sure, Quinn didn't like Rachel. He thought about it for a few moments though. Maybe having a baby made her softer. And Rachel was nothing but kind during the pregnancy.
"Your nothing Rachel. Just quit crying. No one gives a crap about you anyways." The Latino girl laughed as she tore down the spirits of the tiny, fragile girl in front of her. Rachel had quit crying, and was now just staring at her, a look in her eye's Puck feared he would never forget. Ever.
" I can't do this anymore."
The sound of Rachel's shaky and hurt voice echoed through the choir room. Puck watched as the brunette smoothed out her skirt, grabbed her bag, and walked slowly and calmly out of the choir room. Santana laughed and everyone just stared at her.
"Santana, maybe you went a little to far..." A voice, that no one expected to say anything said. Puck looked up at the girl who said it. Quinn.
"Excuse me?" Santana asked rudely. Quinn sighed and looked up from the paper she was writing on. Puck saw the concern in her eyes, and thought maybe, just maybe, she felt bad for Rachel.
"Lay off her, okay?" Quinn said quietly, obviously trying hard not to start a conflict.
"Listen Blondie. Last time I checked, you hated Rachel just as much as I do. So shut up, and just get back to writing in your notebook. We understand that you had a baby, but that's no reason to start mothering everyone." Santana sneered. The blonde looked at the ground.
The comment made everyone stare at the Latino in shock. Quinn looked at her then rolled her eyes, continuing to write in her notebook. Puck had, had enough of all the fighting and grabbed his stuff to leave. He decided maybe, that he should check on Rachel. He pulled out his phone, and began to text her.
Hey rach babe, you ok?-PUCK!
He waited a few minutes for her to respond.
No. Just leave me alone...please.-Rachel*
He stared at the phone screen for a few moments, the decided to text her one last time.
If you need to talk...I'm here...but if not, I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow-PUCK!
Happy with his message, he started the engine of his car, and started driving home. He heard his phone go off, and looked at the message.
It's over okay? I don't want to talk to anyone. And no, I won't see you at school tomorrow-Rachel*
The message scared him a little bit. He clicked her contact and called her.
"Hello?" A shaky tear covered voice answered.
"Rachel?" He questioned, not believing that it was her.
"Yes, what do you need?" She asked. On her end of the phone, Puck could her the sound of water rushing, and the sound of rocks crunching beneath her feet.
"Let's talk. Tell me where you are and I'll pick you up. And what was with that shit about not seeing you tomorrow?" Puck questioned in his normal Puck way.
"Good bye. And I meant what I said. I won't see you tomorrow. **Click**" She hung up, and Puck just stared at his phone. He thought about it for a little while, and realized there was only one place in Lima with rushing water.
The lookout River.
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