Disclaimer: Don't own Glee…unfortunately. Hope you enjoy! The next chapter skips ahead to their junior year, I just wanted a little bit of the before.
"Daddy! Why aren't you ready, I'm going to be late! It's my first day of high school, Quinn will kill me if I'm late!" I yelled upstairs to my father.
"Rachel, honey, it's 6:45 in the morning, I don't think you're going to be late at all." My daddy, Leroy replied. I couldn't even believe what I was hearing. Not going to be late? He obviously didn't know Quinn very well. By her standard of time, I was already late.
"Daddy, you know very well that Quinn was expecting me to arrive at school at 7:00 sharp, and it's already 6:47! We live at least 15 minutes away!" I yelled.
"Rachel, I think you need to take a step back and breathe for a minute. Quinn is not going to hate you if you're not at school at exactly 7 am." My dad, James replied, coming down the stairs. "You two have been best friends since you were 6, I think you'll survive."
" Daddyyyy!" I whined.
"Alright, alright, Rachel. Let me grab my shoes and I'll take you." I smiled as I watched my dad grab his shoes from the kitchen and slip them on before following me out to the car in the garage. Now many of you might think I'm spoiled because I can get whatever I want like this, but don't worry, I'm really not. My dad's just don't like seeing me upset. After the torturous ride to my new high school, McKinley High, I arrived in the front of the building at 7:05. "Bye dad!" I called, jumping out of the vehicle before it had fully stopped. As I rushed up the stairs, I noticed her, standing in a corner by the front door. My best friend for most of my life.
"Quinn!" I called out, rushing towards her. "Sorry I'm late, my dad's were taking forever!"
"Hey Rach." She said, a little off. After all, we had been best friends for 8 years, I could always tell when there was something wrong.
"What's wrong?" I asked. I could tell there was really something wrong…she wouldn't even make eye contact with me. "Quinnie?"
"Look, Rachel, there's a reason I wanted you to get here so early. I have something I need to talk to you about." She started. I was starting to get worried. Quinn was never this serious…she seemed, almost afraid to tell me what was on her mind.
"What is it? You know you can tell me anything." I replied, trying to be supportive.
"You're not going to like it." She said.
"What? Are you trying to tell me we can't be friends anymore or something?" I asked, laughing a little at the thought. But my laughter stopped almost immediately when she noticeably turned her head to the ground, not even looking anywhere remotely hear my face. "Quinn?" I whispered.
"Look Rachel, I'm sorry! My parents had Jamie come and talk to the cheerleading coach, and she gave me an automatic spot on the team without even having to try out. You know I always wanted to do cheerleading in high school." She said.
"Yeah, I know, but why does you being a cheerleader mean you can't be friends with me anymore?" I asked.
"Well, I met with Ms. Sylvester yesterday. She told me that if I wanted to be on the Cheerios then I wasn't allowed to associate myself with anyone besides other girls on the team." She said, finally making eye contact.
"Quinn, you're seriously going to do that to me? After everything we've gone through growing up together?" I replied, my eyes watering, dangerously close to spilling over.
"Rachel, you have to understand that this is something I've wanted ever since my sister started going here! And I have an automatic in! There's nothing that can stop me from doing it." She argued.
"Right, because its' totally normal for a freshman to get automatic entry onto a sports team without any sort of prerequisite." I spat at her. "Quinn, you said you're parents had Jamie talk to this coach? This totally is something you're parents would do. You know they don't like me and would do anything to keep us from being friends anymore. Can't you see that?"
"Rachel, I'm sorry, but this is what I want to do with my life, you can't stop me from it." She said. "I'm sorry, but I think this is the end of our friendship." She said, looking away. "I wish I didn't have to do this." She said quietly.
"You don't!" I pleaded. "Please Quinn…who else do I have?"
"I'm sorry Rach. I have to." She replied, turning her back. "Bye Rachel." She said, pulling open the door and walking into the school.
The school that I soon realized would become my own personal Hell, thanks to none other than my ex-best friend, Quinn Fabray.
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