A/N: It's been a long time! The words seems to get out from my head anyways big shout out to my very good friend John Knighthawk for your help!
Disclaimer: Original characters are on me the rest are rightfully owned by Ryan Murphy and Fox.
Enjoy!
Chapter I
She woke up in a very unfamiliar room. When she opened her eyes she immediately saw the white ceiling. She stood up and opened the window. There were no tall buildings or people walking like mad, it's real. She's in Lima, Ohio. Her dad wanted change so here they did change and it was a drastic one for her. But she never argued because she hates arguments. She glanced at her side table clock and saw it was only 6:00 am. She took a deep breath and changed to her work out attire and fled to her room headed towards their house gym. After an hour of working out she headed towards the kitchen and drank a bottle of water, when he saw her Dad Leroy making breakfast.
"Hey dad" Rachel greeted her father.
"Hey honey" Leroy greeted his daughter back.
"So how's the gym?" Leroy asked.
Rachel sat in one of the chairs around the island table before she answered.
"It was almost the same with the old one" she answered smiling at her dad.
"I need to take a shower, I don't want to be late to my new school" she placed a kiss on her dad's cheek before leaving the kitchen.
Leroy just looked at his daughter. It had been six months since his husband Hiram died in a tragic car accident which his daughter had also included. He was grateful that Rachel made it, but it wasn't easy for both of them. There were times that they don't even talk about what happened. But now they have their new home, it will be a big leap and change for them since they had gotten used to the noisy streets of NYC.
Rachel was looking at herself at the mirror; it's been six months but it felt like it was yesterday. She didn't want to leave Manhattan but her father needed it, and her father needed her and so did she need him. Compromise, that's what her father Hiram always told her, sometimes it doesn't need to take an argument or discussion anymore, and they just needed to compromise. She was hoping that WMHS was not just a stereotypical public school in the US wherein there were such things as social pyramids and so on. She took a deep breath and slung her bag on her left shoulder, took her car keys and ran to the kitchen.
Leroy just finished preparing the table when his daughter arrived at the dining table.
"Honey, C'mon lets eat."
Rachel sat on her dad's left side and started eating the meal that he'd prepared.
"I thought you had an early meeting?" Rachel asked eventually.
"I do, but I still have 30 minutes" Leroy smiled at her.
"We'll be okay right?"
"Yeah baby, we will be" Leroy looked at his daughter and smiled sadly.
"Dad, can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Who will be taking good care of the business in New York, if you will be here?"
"I am and you're Aunt Betty" Leroy said.
"So you will be in NYC most of the time?" Rachel was feeling dreadful.
"Honey no, if I will be in NY most of the time, what's the use of leaving New York then? I'll be staying here. If there are things that need my presence that's the only times I will be there, and I don't want to leave you here all by yourself. If I need to leave, you're coming with me." Leroy said.
"I understand dad, but I can take care of myself, I just need to make new friends around here. Who knows, maybe these stories that I heard about McKinley aren't true." She says hopefully.
"I know honey; we'll decide when we're there okay?" Leroy asked her sweetly while rising up from his chair.
"Yep" she beamed at her father.
"Don't forget your lunch on the counter and make sure you have a full tank. I left some money on the counter too." Leroy said while kissing her forehead.
"Yes dad."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Rachel quickly cleaned up in the dining and left everything in the sink. There will be a part time housekeeper arriving at their house later so it would be fine. She took the lunch box from the counter and a couple of hundred bucks then headed to the main door and locked it behind her. One thing that she loved about moving out was that she's driving her father Hiram's car, the black BMW. Rachel got in her car, pressed the gate remote and left.
After 15 minutes drive she reached her new school. Rachel parked in the nearest parking place that she could see, gathered her things and headed inside. When she reached the main door most of the students were in the way, it was totally different from her school in New York. For sure she didn't need to compare, private to public was a nightmare for the student but she made a choice. She could feel every pair of eyes looking at her but she didn't care, she needed to go to the Guidance Office to get her locker number and her schedule.
Asking questions is something she doesn't like to do. Rachel was looking at every student that passed by, there was pretty much all stereotypes. Jocks, cheerleaders, geeks, losers and so on, and she needed to see someone who could answer a very basic question without flirting or antagonizing her. In the end she didn't need to ask any questions at all because she was in front of the Guidance Office.
She knocked on the door then she heard a very quirky voice saying "C'mon in."
Rachel opened the door and saw a mid-thirties red haired Guidance Counselor in front of her. She looked around at the office and noticed that the Counselor was OCD, everything was pretty much organized.
"I believe you are Rachel Berry" the Counselor said.
"Yes I am."
"Take your seat please" Emma Pillsbury smiled at the new student.
"Thank you."
"My name is Emma Pillsbury, I'm the Guidance Counselor."
"I kind of noticed" Rachel said looking the red head in the eye.
Emma discussed everything about the school, the rules and regulations, her schedule and who will be her teacher and so on.
"And lastly this will be your locker number, and also this is your pass since you missed pretty much the first period."
Rachel looked at the wall clock behind the counselor and saw it was 8:30 already; she still had 15 minutes to make it to her first period.
"Rachel, can I ask you something?" Rachel looked at the Counselor again.
"Sure."
"I've noticed that you did not enroll for any foreign languages, may I ask why?"
Rachel took a deep breath before she answered.
"Well, if you did not see my records but I think you should since you are the GC here, I've got 6 other AP foreign languages on my transcript which I already passed in my sophomore year. What you can offer in this school is one year below my capacity; it was stated in my recommendation letter. Unless you have Latin classes which I doubt I don't need any other foreign languages" Rachel said without breaking the eye contact with Emma.
"Can I go now?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Thank you."
Rachel stood up and left the Guidance Counselor's office looking for her locker. After like 10 minutes of searching she finally found it, and to her dismay the bell rang. The students were like flooding the hallway and were running in different directions. When she opened her locker she heard a voice but was not really paying attention to it; Rachel put her bag inside her locker and took the things that she needed. Before she could even close the locker door someone closed it for her. Rachel turned around and noticed a very tall lady in a red track suit. She assumed it was a teacher who was looking at her as if she'd done some horrendous stuff.
Rachel took a deep breath and looked directly into the intruder's eyes before she spoke.
"Can I help you?" Sue Sylvester sneered at her.
"Listen newbie, when you hear me calling you have to stop what you are doing and pay attention. I would like you to be on my Cheerios. For the last 5 years we are the defending National Champions in the Cheer leading competition and I bet you've never experienced that glory yet. I'm offering you a chance of a lifetime to be included in that history. Practice is on Saturday at 6 am; don't even dare to be late."
The brunette just looked at the lady dressed in the track suit with awe, she was quite sure no one here knew that she was the former Captain of the Tiger team at Dalton, since public and private schools don't compete together. They have their own competitions since they were a private school. She just shrugged her shoulder and started to look for her room.
Rachel didn't notice that the four students who were located at the back of Sue Sylvester were looking at her intently. It was Quinn, Santana, Brittany and Kurt. The four Cheerios were currently relaxing since their English teacher had called in sick today.
"Did you see her reaction earlier?" Brittany asked her friends.
"The newbie looked dumbfounded" Quinn said.
"Do you think she will show up on Saturday?" Kurt asked.
"Hummel, if she doesn't show up then she will regret her decision to transfer to this school" it was Santana.
"But she doesn't know who Sue Sylvester is" Quinn said.
"I don't understand, why does coach want her to be on the squad anyway?" Kurt asked.
Before someone could answer the question, the subject of their discussion was outside the door.
"Excuse me; is this the AP English class?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah it is, unless there is AP English we don't know about" Santana answered sarcastically.
Rachel noticed the sarcasm but she let it slide, she didn't want to instigate a war of words, at least not now. Kurt noticed that the new girl was looking everywhere and was looking at the clock when he decided to share the information.
"This must be your lucky day, our teacher called in sick today" Kurt said smiling. He liked the girl aside from her apparent lack of great fashion sense not to notice the branded shirts and pants that he wore.
"Thanks" Rachel looked at the gay kid and smiled.
"I'm Kurt Hummel by the way, I'm a Cheerio and Glee Club member" Kurt reached out his hand and offered it to Rachel which the brunette accepted.
"I'm Rachel Berry."
"Rachel" she heard Kurt call her again.
"These are my friends, Quinn, Santana and Brittany, they are all in Glee Club also" Kurt said, smiling widely.
"I see, nice to meet you all."
Quinn just looked at Rachel; the girl didn't even bother to say something to them.
"So Rachel, where you from?" Santana asked.
Rachel looked at Santana and said "I was born in Italy and raised in New York, and now I'm here."
"Will you be coming to the Cheerios practice tomorrow?" Brittany asked.
Rachel smiled at the blonde before answering.
"Not sure, I have to discuss this with my dad, and how did you know that?"
"We were with Coach when she talked to you" Quinn offered. Rachel looked at Quinn with confused glance, how come she never noticed them.
"So she's the coach of your squad?" she was smiling now.
"Yes, she is" Kurt said.
"Why did she offer it to you anyway?" Santana asked, since normally their coach won't do that unless this Rachel is extremely talented.
"Why don't you ask her since I don't know her reasons either" Rachel said simply before she left the room.
The four Cheerios look at each other curiously.
"I see the newbie has some guts to talk to you like that Lopez" Quinn teased her friend.
"Shut it Fabray."
When the bell signaled for the lunch time Rachel went directly to her locker to get her pack lunch and hoped to go somewhere private. She did not have any energy to face the Cheerios or jocks that kept talking to her. She walked along the hallway until she saw the choir room. No one was there so that's why she went inside.
She sat behind the piano and removed her food from the container. Her dad had packed a salad and tuna sandwich for her, and while eating Rachel looked around the choir room. She saw some trophies and pictures so she stood up and walk towards the display. It's for the school Glee Club and she noticed the picture of the four Cheerios with eight other kids. It seemed that they won the second place trophy not the first place one. When she was satisfied she went back and finished her lunch. She drank the last drop of water then looked at the piano and contemplated if she'd play it or not. It had been six months since she'd last played, six months since the last time she sang anything,
Her father Hiram was the reason why she became crazy about music, her dad Leroy was more into being an audience, not that her dad didn't know how to sing, he liked it better when they would perform in front of him. She felt a tinge of pain while remembering those days, she missed it, she missed seeing both of her dads in a playful banter, she missed their game nights, and she missed everything else. Her dad Leroy tried his very best not to break down in front of her but she knew he felt enormous pain and loneliness since her other father passed away. Rachel couldn't bring herself to open the piano's lid; she didn't know if she couldn't help herself playing once she saw the keys.
Quinn didn't know how long she stayed outside the choir room watching the new girl eat her lunch silently. She saw Rachel walking in front of the display looking at the picture and their trophy. When the shorter girl went back behind the piano she had a perfect vision of her face, she felt somewhat sad seeing the face of the girl, and she looked utterly despaired at one point. Quinn thought that the girl would cry but she didn't. She saw how much Rachel tried to resist opening the lid of the piano and she also noticed when she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Since early morning when Coach Sylvester saw them in the hallway and asked them they needed to come with her, Quinn didn't have any idea what they were going to do except follow their coach. When their coach offered the new girl a place on the squad they were quite shocked but they never said anything. When they saw her in AP English class Rachel never even paid attention to them as if they did not exist until Kurt introduced them one by one, but they only heard her name and where she came from. She wanted to ask more but she felt it was not the perfect time yet.
"How long have you been standing there?" She heard Rachel spoke. She didn't know what to do, either she would run or she will go in. She decided the latter part.
"Enough time to see you finish your lunch" Quinn said while heading towards the girl.
Rachel looked at the blonde and gave her a faint smile.
"Did you have your lunch? It's Quinn, right?"
"Yeah, If you talking about a shake and some fruits and vegetable that we need to eat everyday, yes" Quinn said smiling.
"So you guys have a diet regimen that you follow." Rachel said.
"Yeah, you can say that."
"Do you want to sit?" Rachel offered.
"Thanks" Quinn sat down beside the girl.
"So why are you eating your lunch in here, the cafeteria is quite big."
"I'm not in the mood to see a lot of people and hearing nonsense things" Rachel looked at her.
"That's why you found the choir room."
"Sort of, where are your friends?" Rachel asked eventually.
"Eating their lunch I guess" Quinn said.
Quinn looked at the brunette. Rachel's eyes were about the most beautiful that she had ever seen but they looked kind of sad.
"Let me guess, you're the Cheerio captain right?" Quinn smiled and nodded.
"How did you know?"
"It takes one to know one I guess" Rachel said simply. Quinn looked at her with surprise and smiled eventually, she wanted to ask more but she felt somehow that the girl didn't want to talk about it.
"So you're coming on practice on Saturday? I promise it'll be fun" Quinn said.
"I don't know Quinn, I'm still adjusting around here and in the first few hours that I was here, I knew you were at the top of the social ladder. But it doesn't mean I'll jump on the team."
"I understand, though if you make the decision you will be there at the practice grounds on Saturday" Quinn said.
Rachel just nodded and gathered her food container then looked at Quinn.
"Thanks Quinn, see you around" with that the brunette turned around without seeing the genuine smile on Quinn's face. She decided to know everything about Rachel and there's only one person to talk too.
Jacob Ben Israel.
It was the end of the day when Rachel heard someone calling her name, when she looked it was Kurt with the black girl.
"Hey Rachel" Kurt greeted her.
"Hey Kurt" she responded while looking at the black girl.
"Rachel this is Mercedes Jones, the Captain of Glee Club" Kurt introduced the two girls.
"Nice to meet you Mercedes, I'm Rachel Berry" Rachel extended her hand to the Black Diva.
"Kurt told me already, so you're new here in town?" Mercedes asked her.
"Yes, totally new" she said.
"Do you want to hang out with us?" Kurt said.
"Thanks though, but I'm not the mood to go out" Rachel declined politely.
"We understand, but if you change your mind you let us know" Kurt said smiling at her.
"I'll keep that in mind, thanks again" with that Rachel left the school and walked directly to her car without noticing Quinn on the other side of the parking lot.
"So you own that car" Quinn said. Rachel looked at Quinn's direction and waved.
"Apparently yes" Rachel put her things in the passenger sit before walking around and getting into the driver seat. She was about to start the car when she saw Quinn outside her window saying something. She rolled down the window and looked at the blonde.
"Yes?"
"Do you want to hang out?" Quinn offered. Rachel took a deep breath, looked at her surroundings. What's with the people today; she's kind of getting irritated.
"Thanks Quinn, but I'd rather go home" she gave her a wry smile before starting her car and fleeing the school.
Quinn was left dumbfounded, clearly Rachel didn't care about her social standing since if that would have been anyone else, they'd have enthusiastically said yes, but Rachel declined her offer. She was left with her thoughts when she received a message from Santana.
Q, choir room now! It's about the newbie.
That could only mean one thing; Brittany and Santana had already talked to JewFro.
I'll be right there.
In less than 10 minutes Quinn was already inside the Choir Room wherein the other Cheerios and Glee Clubbers were there already.
"Why is everyone here? Practice is cancelled right?" Quinn asked directly to Mercedes.
"Yeah it was cancelled, but we decided to have a meeting anyway, since we need to have new members." Mercedes said.
"Why do we need new members?" Santana asked.
"It's because we are all graduating students San, when we graduate no one will be handling this Club." Finn said.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"So what do you all suggest we do?" Quinn asked the group.
"Well I think let's have an open audition for everyone. It will be easy now since Coach Sylvester don't sabotage the Club anymore. It'll be fun having people going for auditions considering Glee Club is no longer located at the bottom of the social ladder. It will be easy for us to advertise it." Kurt explained to everyone.
Once again everyone nodded agreement.
They were full blast brainstorming on ideas when they heard the door open; it was JewFro looking slightly anxious.
Quinn, Santana and Brittany looked at each other then Santana spoke to JewFro.
"You've got what we need?" Santana asked impatiently.
"Y—yes, it's all in here" JewFro handed over the DVD to Quinn.
"Thank you" Quinn said.
"Make sure you didn't make any copies of this, if I found out you have one I'll make sure you'll not graduate. Do we understand each other?" Santana threatened the Resident Geek.
"Yes I unde—rstand."
"Good, now get out before I do something stupid" Santana hissed which make JewFro run like a madman.
"What's that all about?" Puck asked curiously.
"This is about the new girl" Brittany supplied the answer since Quinn and Santana did not plan to answer at all.
"Are you talking about the hot brunette chick that we saw at the parking lot this morning?" Sam asked in a hopeful tone.
"Yes, Sam" Kurt said smiling.
"So what's with her? Why do you want to know about her?" Puck said interested on what they would be watching.
"Well, let's just say she's kind of mysterious" Quinn said.
Quinn took out her laptop while Artie prepared the connection to the projector. When everything was set, Quinn put the DVD in the disc drive player and the whole Glee Club waited for it to begin.
The DVD played and everyone's eyes were fixed on the screen, and they found out that there are such things as New York Society TV Shows wherein they feature all those individuals that belong to elite society of New York. And they have a feature episode dedicated to the Berry's.
After almost 30 minutes the show was done but Quinn felt she still didn't know who Rachel Berry was.
"Wow" Kurt said.
"I can't believe that Vera Wang and Balenciaga made her a dress for only for the homecoming and prom. That's unbelievable!" Mercedes said.
"That's why coach wants her" Brittany said. Everyone look at her quizzically.
"Just because she wore a Wang dress, coach wants her to become cheerio?" Kurt asked confused.
"Silly, it's because she was the former Captain of Dalton Tiger Squad wherein they were the first American School to win the international prize last year" Brittany explained to everyone happily.
"And how would you know that?" Kurt asked again and everyone waited for her answer.
"Did you really watch the show or you only watched her dresses?" Brittany asked Kurt.
"Explain" Mercedes said impatiently.
Santana and Quinn looked at each other and smiled; when it came to these matters Brittany was quite good, she's very keen on details and very much perceptive about other people.
"The narrator said that Rachel Barbra Berry is not only a brilliant student but also a very talented athlete and performer. Then she said that's one of the reasons why Dalton Tiger won the award last year because the Captain, which is Berry and the co-captain decided to put some twist on their cheering. So that's why coach Sylvester wants her on the squad." Brittany finished with a smile.
Quinn looked at Santana nervously, which is how Santana understood her fear.
"Oh hell no, don't think about that Fabray, you are the youngest Cheer Leader to be placed in the Captain position, and besides we really don't know how she works, no one can ever replace you." Santana assured her.
Quinn just gave Santana a weak smile.
"It's okay San, everyone is replaceable. If she's that good that's the only reason why Coach wants her on the squad" with that Quinn left the choir room, went directly to her car and drove off.
Everyone in the Choir Room continued to talk; they were devising a plan for Rachel not to go to the practice on Saturday, though they are not sure if the girl will be there. But just in case, Santana and Puck ordered a slushy attack on the new girl.
Quinn was driving around not sure where she wanted to go until she decided to go to the local coffee house and clear her head. She was threatened yes, since this was her last year as Cheerio Captain and thinking someone might take that place from her. But it's unfair to Rachel since she did not know anything about their school and how Coach Sylvester works.
Quinn didn't notice a certain brunette eyeing her while Rachel sipped her Macchiato since she was lost in her own thoughts. She was brought back to reality when she felt her phone vibrate in her hand. She looked at the screen and it was Santana, but Quinn cancelled the call considering she was not in the mood to talk.
"Why the furrowed forehead?" the brunette asked loud enough for the blonde to hear her.
Quinn looked around her and locked her eyes on Rachel. She was contemplating whether she would be talking to her or not.
"Hey" Quinn said eventually.
"Hey yourself" Rachel retorted back.
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
"No not at all" Rachel smiled at her.
"Thanks" Quinn said timidly.
Rachel looked at Quinn trying to study her face and she saw that the blonde looked very worried.
"Do you want coffee?" Quinn looked at Rachel and nodded. Before she even could even say something the brunette already ordered for her.
"I hoped you'd like it" Rachel said.
"Yeah, it's fine" she smiled.
"I thought you wanted to go home early?" Quinn asked her, trying to lift the awkwardness.
"Yeah, I said that" Rachel said smiling.
"Then why are you here?" she asked confused.
"To be honest, I don't want to hang out with anyone, since I'm the new kid people will be asking me a lot of questions and that's one thing I'm avoiding" Rachel said taking a deep breath.
"I see, don't worry the coffee won't take too long to prepare, then I'll be out of your hair as soon as it gets here" Quinn said with a sarcastic tone and furrowed eyebrow.
Rachel smiled at her, then it turned to laughs, but Quinn didn't understand why this girl is laughing as she didn't say anything funny at all. The brunette stopped laughing when she saw her looking annoyed.
"I'm sorry Quinn" she said while trying to hide her giggles.
"Oh geez Quinn, can you loosen up a little? Try to relax. I'm not going to eat you, though I bet you taste as good as you look" Rachel winked at her.
Quinn blushed since no one ever dared to flirt with her publicly. She composed herself before she could try to speak but the brunette beat her to it.
"Really, you don't need to leave immediately. It's good to talk to someone whom I don't know. And as for me going home, I don't want to yet. My dad is still at work, and he will not be there until 8 p.m. tonight. So you can relax or if you're going somewhere it's no problem." Rachel told her sounding serious.
"Okay" she said in a very low voice.
"Okay you'll stay? Or okay you'll leave?" Rachel teased her. It was Quinn's turn to giggle.
"I'll stay" Rachel smiled widely.
When Quinn's coffee arrived they'd been talking about anything under the sun, books, places, people, school, their dreams and many more. But they never talked about the Cheerios, and Quinn didn't have the heart to open the topic since they were getting along so good. She'd never laughed so hard for a very long time since her baby gate scandal, her parents getting divorced and finding out about her sexuality. She found out that Rachel had this great sense of humor as she could turn every thing to a very comedic point of view.
"Where do you live here?" Quinn asked.
"Not sure what's the name of the place but its like 15 minutes drive from the school."
"I believe you're talking about the Frontier Village." Quinn added.
"Yes, that's the name" Rachel said while sipping her third cup of coffee.
"How much coffee intake you can have everyday?" Quinn asked curiously.
"Hmm, depends on my mood. Why do you ask?"
"Well, for about the 2 hours we've been sitting here you're already on your third cup of coffee."
"What can I say, I enjoy your company Quinn, and good coffee plus good company is a great way to make up for an awful day" Rachel winked at her.
Quinn looked at Rachel confusedly.
"You had an awful day at school?" Quinn asked worriedly.
"You can say that."
"Want to talk about it?"
"Well, I wasn't able to go to my first class, since Ms. Pillsbury asked a lot of questions, then this track suit lady keep pestering me about joining your squad. Then we don't have English class, I hate it when the teachers are not around to teach, I went to school to learn not to play around. And the worst part is I almost got hit with a slushy earlier since I helped one of the geeks to avoid one of them. I'm just thankful I have very quick reflexes" Rachel said while shaking her head.
"It was just unbelievable, those kids are barbaric."
Quinn sighed and made a mental note to find out who tried to slushy Rachel.
"Does it always happen?" Quinn glanced at Rachel confusedly.
"Which one?"
"Getting hit by a slushy?"
"Yeah, only the losers" Quinn smiled but it faded right away since she realized she said the wrong words when she saw Rachel's face became annoyed.
"Losers, huh?" Rachel asked seriously.
"Y—yeah losers" Quinn stuttered while answering.
"So, who are the losers of the school then? For sure you guys are at the top of the High School hierarchy right? Who decided who the losers are or not? Don't answer that let me guess, you all order slushies on others. So whoever gets hit by the liquid cold drinks it's open season for all the jocks and the Cheerios. Am I right?" Rachel asked her irately.
Quinn was afraid to say something, but she didn't want to lie.
"Y—es that's how it works" Quinn said embarrassed on her actions.
"So in short, you guys are immature brats who like bullying those under your league or social status. Quinn, don't you even realize that who knows maybe someday those "losers" that you bullied will be the ones who will make it out there?"
"Yeah, we thought about it but this is high school Rachel, and high school should be fun" Quinn tried her best not to lash out.
"Fun, you call humiliating someone fun? You guys have a very weird way of showing how to have fun, at the expense of others" Rachel stated while shaking her head.
"Don't answer that Quinn, what you do in school is not my business, how you run your own hierarchy is not my business, but if someone tries to hit me with a slushy or anyone else within my peripheral view again, you'll experience the real fun that you're looking for."
"Are you threatening me?" Quinn channeled the HBIC in her.
Rachel wasn't surprised seeing the blonde's reaction. She already guessed that sooner or later the blonde's real colors would show up.
"Nope, I don't like to threaten people. I'm just telling you the truth. And you know I thought for a while you seemed different than all the other Head Cheerleaders that I knew, but you know what you're just like every one of them" with that Rachel left the cafeteria and left 10 bucks for the coffee.
Quinn took a deep breath and massaged her forehead.
"Shit" she rumbled, and looked towards the direction of the girl that had just left.
