Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. They belong to Jonathan Dorf. Socorro High School's Teatristas performed this show, Thank You For Flushing My Head in the Toilet and Other Rarely Used Expressions, on November 2nd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, and 9th.

Author's Note: The characters, Achilles, played by Matthew Hernandez, Helen, played by Genesis Granados, and Glinda, played by Melanie Vasquez inspired me to write a fanfic based on a love triangle during Scene 8: Bluebird.

Achilles looked over at the mysterious patron of bullying. God damn.

Glinda, Socorro High School's most popular female, was standing in front of him, hands on her hips, lips chapped from the cold ventilation. She wore a bright purple v-neck, tight jeans, a pair of black heels and to top it all off, a black leather jacket. Her dark brown curly hair caressed the sides of her face, daring to fall into her black eyes. The smoky eyeliner applied under her dark orbs accented her complexion and contrasted the teal color Glinda used for eyeshadow. She really was beautiful. Her eyebrows arched in a perfect way, and the little crunch of her nose added to the overall cuteness. Her facial features were just the cherry on a banana split. Those curves. The way she curved in and out in the right places made Achilles ache. Best of all, Glinda was single. And had been since she entered high school, save a few graduates here and there.

But, Achilles was a smart man. He knew that he would never have a chance. Being at the bottom of the "Popularity Pyramid" made him fucking invisible to everyone but his tormentors and certain toilets.

So why was Socorro High School's hottest girl speaking to him?

"Bye Achilles" she said softly and harsh at the same time, leaving Achilles in his stupor and walking away, her curves taunting him.

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Helen walked down the empty corridors, late as usual. If only they could forget her, then the teasing would stop. The violent shoves and mean words hurt Helen as if she had been incinerated; she was always too hypersensitive for her own good. She looked at her watch, eight:fifty-three, and turned, walking into a certain dark-haired beauty.

"Ahem," said Glinda, apprehensively. "say sorry."

"Sorry.." Helen spoke softly, looking down and biting her lip.

Glinda's swift hands moved to Helen's arms, holding her hard. Pushing her forward, until Helen grunted at the pain of hitting the stone wall. The fright in Helen's eyes seemed to provoke Glinda and she said, whispering into Helen's ear, "Look at me, when I speak to you." And with that, Glinda pushed her lips to Helen's, hard and breathing erratically. Not even bothering to be polite, she intruded Helen's mouth, caressing the swollen muscle with her own. Helen seemed to be dumbstruck. Glinda pulled away, and grabbed Helen's ponytail holder, pulling it down the silky smooth tan locks. Moving her hand to the top of Helen's head, straightening her hair, Glinda applied her lips to Helen's pale lucid neck. Sucking and biting hard, earning guttural approvals from Helen. Relinquishing her new toy, Glinda smacked her lips, pulled out a lip gloss and dabbed a bit on her lips.

"I'll take you to the top, sweet peach, just like me, all you have to do is love me back." Glinda said, more desperately than she thought, her eyes dripped with longing.

Helen looked up into Glinda's dark orbs and smiled, "Sweet peach?"

"You taste like them", Glinda said, licking her lips and ruffling her dark locks.

And, for once, Glinda felt safe, free, and wanted, so with a whisper, she said "Thank you".