The girl in the red dress

This may be a little repetitive in parts and not my best work, but the idea came into my head so I ran with it, it will be a 2 part story, and I really hope you like it!
Let me know what you think of it and if you want the second part posted! Lay X

-XX-

When that girl, that beautiful girl ran out past me I think my heart stopped for a second. The way our eyes connected was like we had known each other forever; the way her eyes burned with pain was so hard to look at. It was like I could feel her pain and it burned my heart. I only saw her for a second before she was gone, it was like a Cinderella moment, when I ran to find her there was no trace of her, she had gone.

Why did I not know who she was? She obviously went to McKinley or she wouldn't be here. Why didn't I recognise her? She was possibly the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life and I didn't even know her name. Behind the mask she was wearing she was probably someone I walked past every day, but I needed to know who because I need to be with her, I need to know everything about her and I need to console her, because she looked like she was going through the worst heartache of her life.

Her eyes just screamed pain, and the way she ran out of the room wasn't normal, she was running from something. I wanted to know what.

I walked back into the room and looked for any sign of what could have happened to make her run away like that, but nothing was different, the dance floor was full of kids and the tables had crowds of students gathered around them, Kids were dancing on tables, it was just a normal McKinley High prom, except the kids were wearing masks. Why did this prom have to be the masked one? Why couldn't I have just seen her face?

This girl is not going to leave my mind; I won't be able to see anyone but her. I need to know who she is. That is a given.

I leave that party and walk to the parking lott; maybe she's still hanging around, who knows I could be in luck. Although I'm not getting my hopes up, she looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here, like she wanted to run and never stop.

I don't even know why I'm doing this, it could be called stalking if you look at it in a certain way, I mean I'm looking for a girl I don't even know because I feel like a love her, I mean that sounds like stalking, right?

But I swear I'm not, yeah that'll stand up in court, I swear I wasn't going to do anything bad if I found her, just give her a hug because I thought she needed one. God I do some stupid shit.

You know maybe if I paid more attention in school I would know who she was, I would recognise her, I don't bother to look at anyone in school, I don't pay attention in class, the only thing I care about is football, and I doubt she would be on the field.

I've never felt this for a girl, usually when I'm with a girl it's just about the sex, that's usually just Santana, I never even look at any of the other girls at school because I have Santana there when I need a lay, but this girl could be so much more than that, I know she would be so much more than that, I would treat her like a princess, not that way I treat San, which now that I look at it is extremely badly, she's like a piece of meat to me, and I don't feel right about that anymore.

How can one look from one beautiful girl change me so much?

-XX-

"Yo" I hear the voice, but I don't bother to turn around, I don't even know if they're calling me or not, I just stumble around the lott like a crazy person looking for more crack or something.

"Puckerman!"

Ok, maybe they are calling me, I groan to myself quietly before I turn around to see who's calling me, distracting me from my thought, I think I'm becoming a better person right now for crying out loud, let me revaluate my life for a couple of minutes, for god's sake!

It's Santana, "What?" there's no real nice way to say what I'm wondering, I want to know what she wants and I never had a way with words.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asks, her arms folding over her chest. Her usual defensive position. Her bitch pose as she likes to call it herself, I honestly don't know why all those girls find it intimidating, she looks like a douche to me.

"I'm thinking, have you got a problem with that Lopez?"

She scoffs "You think? Do you want some aspirin? That's bound to hurt"

"You know what, you really are a bitch, congratulations, now where's that going to get you in life? You get screwed every night by some guy who thinks nothing of you, if that's the life you want, fine with me, but I don't want a part of it, stay out of my way Santana, because you bring nothing but shit to me" God I'm deep, usually we'd be making out by now, we never really talk, it usually a limit of about six words or so, this is a record.

"Fine, but don't come running to me when you want sex, because your privileges have been revoked, I hope you enjoyed it, cuz you aint getting no more"

I shrug in her direction, why bother with anymore words?

-XX-

I never found her that night, I made my way home and just crawled into bed, it was the earliest I'd been home in a long time, but I didn't go to sleep, I lay there for what seemed like hours thinking about how much of an asshole I was.

My life was basically making other people's lives hell, I made fun of everyone at McKinley, I threw slushies in their faces, I threw them in the dumpster and I destroyed their property.

I would punch me in the face if I knew me, why the hell am I such a screw up? My mom raised me well and I turn out like, this is what I think off my mom I guess, that I want to mess with her life, every time I get caught doing something stupid she gets a call and has to drop what she's doing to come and listen to Figgins go on about her disruptive and disrespectful and rude I am.

But I can see now it's all true now, I've never seen myself in this light before. I've never looked this deep into myself, I've never even thought what I do, about how it could affect others, about how it affects me.

I'm going to change, I mean it, my life is going to take a turn for the better, seeing that girl see her makes me want to change my life, how weird is that? A girl making me want to change? I couldn't even make me want to change. But she wouldn't want to be near me if I was the old Puck, I need to show her that she needs me in her life, she looked so unhappy and I could make her feel happy, I could put a smile on her face and life back into her eyes.

-XX-

I know this is going to be hard, because being nice is kind of a big thing for me, I find it hard. It's going to be tough, but how hard can it be to not throw a drink at someone, or to throw them into a dumpster? It can't be I just have to push past the badass in me, I'll still be a badass, but I just won't be a huge badass, I can still be threatening, because I won't have people walk all over me and think it's okay to give me shit, because if they see the Puckster going soft that's exactly what they'll do.

The students of McKinley High will just think I've got in trouble for something and I'm being forced to change my ways. It will be hard to stop the whole sleeping around thing, but what if I ever made anyone feel like that girl, what if I made a girl hurt that badly that her eyes shone with sorrow. I couldn't think of how many girls I had used, probably made cry, probably made them hate me.

I treated girls like pieces of meat, like I was better than them. But I'm not, I'm not better than anyone, in fact I'm probably the worst.

-XX-

You know this whole changing thing worked, I made myself feel so bad that my life did a complete turn around and I was a decent person, I paid attention in class and didn't make the teachers life hell and I figured out I was actually kind of smart, if you listen and take in the information the teacher is telling you those test things are a lot easier, and I don't have detention, I can actually go to those after school football clubs that coach says are important and could affect our place on the team.

I was becoming a model student, I still had my Mohawk and my badass attitude, but I just wasn't hurting anyone.

I still hadn't found the girl I was looking for, after about a week I gave up hope and just thanked her in my thoughts for changing my life. I figured she must not go to the school, because I would have seen her somewhere around the place, the school isn't that big and a girl that beautiful is kind of hard to miss.

I was hanging out with Finn a lot more again, he was with that head cheerio Quinn, I came close to sleeping with her once, but Brittany walked in just in time for us to jump out of whatever it was we were in, that would have been bad you know, Finn's my best friend and I don't think I could ever have done anything that like that to him, even before my saint like re characterisation.

I asked Quinn if she knew who the girl was that night, and she didn't have a clue so I figured it was gate crasher, and she was running because someone was kicking her out. But why did she look so torn?

-XX-

It wasn't long before the old Puck kicked in, about a month or so later that douche Ben Israel or whatever the hell his name is was being a real nerd, waving his video camera in everyone's face, I tried my best to stay polite, but you know things happen.

"Keep the camera out of my face you idiot" I had him by the scruff, a great threatening pose, especially when your taller than the person

"It's an assignment; Do you want me to fail?"

The little shit had gotten cocky, maybe I needed to be back where I was before, running the order over this school, it had gone downhill since I got soft, people running their mouths all over the place, geeks and nerds thinking they could do what they liked, no there's a pecking order about here and he was at the bottom, and he should have stayed there.

"You know what I tried to change my ways, to stop the bullying crap, but you think you can just walk about here pointing that at whoever you like because no one is here to stop you anymore? Well no you can't! Keep that the hell away from or else!" I was losing it, all the hard work or changing was going out the window, and you know what it kind of felt good, like I was back in my old skin again

"You went soft Puckerman, there's no one to blame but yourself, you don't rule this place anymore, it's free land now" he smirked

The arrogant little so and so! I'd had enough of his back talk; my fist collided with his face, his camera dropping to the ground shortly followed by him himself.

"Noah" Shit. Was all I could think when I turned around to not only Figgins, but that stupid rapping Spanish teacher who though he was the bomb. Maybe he was the bomb, just after it had exploded

"My office now" It had been a while since I heard those words, but the smirk on my face told me I kind of missed them. I glared at the red headed afro on the floor before following Figgins and the other teacher to his office.

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