A/N: Hello again my fellow Finchel fans ! I am here to give you the next chapter for this story. I'm sorry it took me a while to get this done. If you are reading my other story which is, Fated To Be Yours, you will know why. The other reason would be the fact that I'm doing three stories right now and it's kind of hard to write if you're doing that. I don't even know why I'm doing this to myself :D

Anyway, this story is the hardest one to do because it's funny unlike the other two and I was actually thinking of deleting this because I got stuck and didn't know what would happen next. I think about it for a few days and by watching a lot of TV shows and movies, I have decided what to do with this one. Yay me ! :D

So I hope you really like this just like I do. I really like Finn in here. And there's a lot of things going on that you might get confused BUT you will eventually understand them as the story progresses.

Enough about me. Enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the idea of creating a story like this.


I push him off away from me, not liking the idea of him trapping me while he's smirking at me like that. I want to kill him right now, not just for finding me here but also for him looking at me like he's got something at me. Well, of course he has. What the hell is he doing here at Columbus anyway? I made sure to get a job as far away from Westerville as possible and he's the first one who actually sees me here.

"W-what do you want?" I crossed my arms, annoyed at him already.

"Nothing." He shrugs. "I just want to make sure that it's the President I saw in a different kind of uniform." He steps away from me and then stretches his arms up his head.

"So," he said, cracking his neck side to side. "Why are you working here, President?"

"It's none of your business!" I stormed pass him, hoping that he would just take the hint and leave me alone while I try to come up with an excuse to everyone at school when he finally tell them. Ugh, I can't believe I'm going to be humiliated tomorrow, just like that. I didn't even get the chance to make my dreams and goals at the school come true. Hell, we're not even in the middle of the school year yet.

I found him walking next to me with his hands on his pockets. He didn't say anything though. He's just there next to me, eyes in front of us.

"Why are you following me?" I bit out.

"I'm not. This is my way home." He said, deadpanned.

I furrowed my eyebrows in annoyance then just didn't mind him. We both stopped and waited for the traffic light to turn green before crossing the street. I only need to walk a little bit and wait at the bus stop so I can go home and pretend at least that this day never happen, even if it really did.

When the light turned green, I immediately cross the streets and run when I saw the bus is already at the stop. I managed to climbed in and find a comfortable seat. I noticed that Finn is already nowhere to be seen so I did a sigh of relief and leaned back to my seat. I still have a lot of things to do when I go home but for now, I'm just glad that this day is over. Yeah, I know I still have a problem to face but for now, I just want to relax and rest myself for a bit.

The next few days after that makes me agitated and anxious. I studied every person who looks at me differently, wondering if Hudson told them anything. I snapped at everyone who would call me out of nowhere and leer at them when they even make a gesture that will make me think that they know something.

But so far, nobody even say a word about my other job outside the school. They are still the same around me, always afraid or pissed whenever I order them around. I never did see Finn or his group of friends hanging around me and making me irritated. What is really making me frustrated is that Finn never even looks at me any differently. He just acts like the way he is when I met him. And I don't know why.

And today, being the third day after the whole encounter with Hudson, I was getting more annoyed at him.

I shut my locker after getting my packed lunch and was about to go to the cafeteria when The Five Aces – still making me cringe whenever I mention their group name – walks their way towards where I was standing.

"Hey, Miss P." Puck winks at me when he spotted me. "We're on our way to the cafeteria. Wanna walk with us?" he grinned what supposed to be his most charming smile that he always use to the other girls.

"Yeah, come on, Miss P. It would be fun." Jake, his twin brother agrees with him.

I rolled my eyes at the two of them. "Just walk away Puckermans. Try it to the other girls; maybe they will take the bait."

They both just shrug and walk away, just like I told them. They were followed by the rest of them, making sure that I noticed them too, of course. Blaine gave me a two-finger salute and Sam just, actually smiled at me. It was actually confusing but I just ignored it. We never had a conversation or anything at all before but it was just surprising that he actually acknowledge me. He always just the quiet guy who will ignore everyone around him and plug his earphone to his ears.

"Miss President," I heard their stupid leader said. I turned my head to him and glared. He was wearing his playful smirk, like he knows something that others not. But of course, he really does know something. And I hate him for that.

"Go away, Hudson!" I snapped at him, making him chuckle. He walks away whistling, following the guys.

I groaned and leaned my head back to my locker. Why of all people? Seriously? It could have been Santana or Kurt or some other student here. Why does it have to be one of them?

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It's been a week and yet, still no one knows. You see that girl banging her head to her locker. Yeah, that's me. I'm not turning crazy or anything. I'm just, well, getting a bit crazy. Finn never did mention anything to anyone but what he did was much, much worse than that.

It was on Wednesday, when I was taking my shift at the diner. I was attending to a few customers when the doors open. And there he is, wearing that stupid smirk that I just want to tear off of his face. Finn freaking Hudson enters the diner.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed at him when he sat down on one of the couches.

He looks at me, smiling like some idiot. "Well, what do you think people do when they're in a diner, President?"

"Shut up! You know what I mean Hudson!" I crossed my arms and waited for him to answer.

He looks at me, amused for some reason. "Did anyone ever tell you how hot you look when you're angry?" he asked me, giving me a flirtatious smile.

I rolled my eyes out of frustration and huff as I walk away from him. I hate him! I loathe him! I wish I never even met him! Ugh!

So even if it hurts me to do it, I have no other choice but to serve him, and smile, and act like I don't want to strangle him and throw him out of the diner. Tina and Sugar had been watching me that day and they are actually admiring Hudson. I mean yeah, I'll admit that he's got the looks and all, but still, if they really see what he really is, they will feel the way I feel towards him. Rage, nothing but rage.

"You should try banging it harder. That way it will leave a bump or a bruise." I heard Santana's voice behind me.

I answered her with a groan, and continue hitting my head again to my locker.

"What's wrong? Don't tell me being President stresses you? Well, don't say I didn't tell you." I heard her open her locker next to mine and put something inside.

"Nothing can ever stress me out, Santana." I turn around and slumps my back at my locker.

"Then, what is it? Is it a guy?" she asked, getting interested suddenly.

Yes, I thought. But not exactly what you think.

"It doesn't matter." I said, dismissing the topic quickly. "Where's Kurt?"

"I don't know. Didn't saw him since Algebra." She shrugs and closes her locker.

As if on cue, there's Kurt walking towards us, looking flushed. We both look at each other and turn to him in confusion.

"Kurt?"I called. "Are you okay? Are you sick?" I touch his arm when he stops in front of us.

He bites his lip and shakes his head. "I'm fine. Come on, let's go to lunch." He told us before leading the way to the cafeteria.

Santana just shrug when I look at her and then follows Kurt. I decided to just ignore him and follow them towards the cafeteria.

When we arrived there, it was a total chaos. What supposed to be a place where you eat your lunch peacefully has turned into a warzone.

Everyone is standing cheering at something. And then that's when I heard it. The voice that's making me angry in an instant.

He stands at one of the chairs, belting some song; with his arms open wide and his eyes looking at everyone. All the girls scream as if they're inside a concert arena. The guys hollered and throwing their hands in the air.

Then his eyes landed into me, and finally he stops. Everyone turn their head from where he's looking until all of them are staring at me. Me? I'm just standing there, with my hands clenched and I think smoke is coming out of my nose. Yes, I am in complete rage and of course, it's all because of one Finn Hudson.

"Everyone settle down, now!" I yelled, making sure everyone heard it. All of them instantly sat back down, hearing some groans and protest from them. I ignored and walk my way to where Finn Hudson is at.

He is still at the top of the chair, looking at me and once again amused. He jump off the chair and sat down on the chair backwards once I stop in front of him. He is still wearing his smirk and cocked his head sideways, as if studying me.

"This is a cafeteria, Hudson. Not some place you can do you're impromptu concerts whenever you want to." I said, gesturing the place we're at right now.

"Really? I didn't realize that." He frowned, acting all innocent. His friends snorted at that as they sit behind their leader and watch.

I glared at him when he stands and although he's a lot taller than me, I'm not intimidated at him.

He looks down at me and smiled. "You're even hotter when you're fuming with rage, President." He whispered, then bites his lip and looks down at my lips.

I don't know what happened to me but I didn't say anything back. My mind went completely blank as I stare at his eyes that won't stop gazing at my lips.

I take a step back all of a sudden and feel my cheeks warmed. He looks back to my eyes; his eyebrows rose, and wait for me to say something.

"Just – just stop!" I growled at him before turning in my heels and walk away. Santana and Kurt looks at me with playful smiles on their lips.

"What?" I snapped.

They both shook their head. I just groaned and sat down on my chair. I heard them both chuckling before sitting down next to me.

I turned my eyes to where he's sitting together with his friends and find him still staring at me, wearing that stupid smirk. I glared at him and tear my eyes away before finally turning my attention to my lunch. Kurt and Santana eat their lunches next to me in silence, thankfully. But I know they are itching to ask me what is happening to that jerk face Hudson and why he keeps on talking perversely at me. No matter what his reason is, I don't want to know and I really, really don't care. To me, he is still the guy who keeps on pushing the right buttons to make me annoyed at him. And I think he's doing all of this in purpose just because he knows something about me. And I hate him for that. I know sooner or later, he'll blackmail me to do all crappy things just for his entertainment, and I don't want to happen.

Later that day, I get another shift at the diner. I changed into my uniform before I start my shift for the day. And of course, I found him there, sitting at his usual place and obviously waiting for me.

"What do you want?" I asked, irritated already.

"Hmm," he seems to be thinking about it but I know already what he's going to order. "I'll have a vanilla milkshake please." He said, smiling innocently at me.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You really need to think that one? Seriously?"

"It will make you stay with me more, sweet cheeks." He winked at me and put down the menu.

I rolled my eyes before finally leaving him to get his order. A few minutes later, I carry his milkshake and bring it to him; wearing a smile that everyone knows it's not sincere.

"Here you go, sir. One vanilla milkshake," I said to him after placing his order down at his table. "Is there anything I can do for you?" My voice cracking up as I try my best to sound delighted to serve him. I was anything but delighted right now.

He raises his eyebrow at me and grinned. "I like it when you call me sir." He bites his lip and stares at me like he wants to do something else other than drinking his milkshake.

I huffed and stormed off, hearing him chuckle behind me. I should have at least put poison in that milkshake.

All throughout my shift, he just sits there, just like the other times that he's been there. And sometimes, he will try to order something else, something that will make me want to strangle his neck and bury the body at the back. Trust me. It entered my mind a few times already.

By the end of my shift, I was about to change back to my clothes when I found him at the locker room, leaning back to my locker and obviously waiting for me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice tired from all the things I did today. I took my apron off and sat down on one of the benches.

"Well, I'm here to see the show, President." He said, looking down at my body then back up again.

To be honest, I would have lock the door and beat him up to death by now. But my body is totally not up for it tonight. I'm tired, I'm hungry and I just want to lie down for a while because I still need to do a lot of homework.

"Yeah, well, there's nothing here to watch so can you just go away and annoy me another day?" I yawned and rubbed my eyes. Yeah, I could use a nap right now.

"Aww, too bad. I would have been so turned on by that." He chuckled then sat down on the bench in front of me. He looks at me for a moment and then smiled. "Come on, I'll take you home."

"I'd rather die, Hudson." I glared at him and cover my mouth with my hand when I yawned again.

"It's late and by the looks of it, you might fell asleep on the bus and that would instantly lead to missing the bus stop and then, making you pay for another trip, which I think is not a good idea because it's hard to find a bus that late to travel back home."

I can see him trying to scare with all the whole speech he had done but I'm not afraid. I'm a part of kickboxing club at Dalton for a reason. I can defend myself. And besides, if I did miss my bus stop, I can just walk home. That would be just fine by me.

But on the other side of things, he really does have a point. I'm too tired to walk home and even defend myself to some pervert I might encounter. So I let out an exasperated breath and rolled my eyes before I stand up and open my locker.

"You can wait outside while I change." I said to him, not bothering to turn back to him.

"Or I could just stay here and watch." I hear him smirk and groan. This guy will be the death of me, really.

I grab the heaviest thing I can carry and throw it at him but before it can hit him, he is already outside the door laughing his stupid ass off.

Frigging asshole.

When I was finished changing, and I said my goodbyes to the others, I left the diner and found Finn leaning on a black Bentley car. So I guess the wealth thing is true about them. He didn't notice me at first; he was busy looking up at the sky, his hands on the pockets of his jeans. He seems in a deep thought and his face looks so much different when he's not giving me that stupid smirk. I studied for a moment, looking at his profile from afar. His brown eyes look up at the stars, it seems sad and problematic. His Adam's apple bob up and down before his head finally gets down. Then he finally turns to me. And that's when I make myself walk closer to her. And just when I thought I would get to see more of his serious face, the side of his lips turns upward and voila! The stupid smirk is back.

"It's like picking up my hot girl from work." He said. "Can I get to make out with you at the back of my car?"

I took my bag off my shoulder and tossed it at him. He caught it, as if expected then chuckles before he open the door at the front for me. Hmm, chivalrous isn't dead yet? That's a shocker.

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Ever think about the fact that I may want to sit at the back, Hudson?"

"Yeah, I thought about that. But then, I realized I may not see your gorgeous body from there so I figured you should sit next to me while I drive." He flashes me his idiotic grin. I rolled my eyes at him and climb inside his car. I put my seatbelt on while I waited for him to get inside. He put my bag at the back when he gets on the driver seat and starts his car.

"Where to now, babe? My place or yours?" he teases me. I pulled my seatbelt off once again then try to open the door but he blocks my hand. "Okay, fine. I'm kidding. Let's just go to yours."

I put my seatbelt back on and cross my arms. "I don't have the energy to fight with you, Hudson."

"Yes, ma'am." He salutes at my direction before he finally takes the road.

In my relief, he didn't say anything after that. He focuses himself on his driving while I, try my damn best, not to stare at him. But that didn't last when I remembered something.

I turn to him. "What's your angle here, Hudson?"

"Well, I think it's between 90 degrees and – "

I slap his head. "Stop playing with me when I'm serious."

He rubs the spot that I hit and chuckles.

I asked again. "What's your plan? Do you want to expose me to everyone at school? Are you waiting for the right moment before you tell everyone about this?"

"You know, President, you over think stuff too much." He laughs as if I just said the funniest joke. I clench my fist trying my best not to hit him again. He's driving me home and I don't really want him to take me somewhere and kill me without anyone knowing.

"Are you going to blackmail me? So you can get anything you want?"

"Please, you have nothing that I want." He thinks for a moment. "Actually you do. But I really don't have to blackmail you to get that." He glances my way and smiles wickedly.

I made a face of disgust, clearly knowing what he's talking about. "You know what, forget it. If you want to tell anyone about it, I don't care." I stare in front again.

Okay, so I may be saying that to him but honestly, I don't want him to tell anyone about it. It's been a lot of hard work for me to get to where I am right now and it would kill me if they take it away from me.

The rest of the ride home is silent, thankfully. I glance once in a while at him and I thought he'd gone back to what his face look like earlier but he doesn't. He looks … happy, and it's kind of weird. He looks like a kid who gets to spend his day at a park or something.

When we arrive back to Westerville, I pointed him where I live, ignoring all his dirty remarks and jokes. And when he finally pulled over to the front of my house, he stops the engine while I take my seatbelt off.

He looks outside and studies my home. "Hmm, it's a nice looking house you've got there, President."

"I bet your house much nicer." I took my bag from the bag. He didn't say anything from that. He just gets out of his car and opens the door to my side.

"Thanks, I guess. For the ride." I shrug.

"No problem." He smiles at me and it looks different than the smirk I'm used to seeing.

"You should go before my mom sees you." I push him when all he does is look at me. My mom should never see him or hell will break loose. My mom seeing me with a boy will make her start planning everything from my future wedding up to my baby shower. Yeah, she's that obsess.

"You hurt my feelings, President. After all we've been through, you're just going to kick me out?" He playfully clutches his heart and moan.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Cry to your mother, not to me." I spat.

"Maybe I will then." He smiles teasingly but it didn't reach his eyes. It seems force all of a sudden. But before I can say anything, he's already inside his car.

"Hey, President!" he called out. I step closer to his car and look through the window. "I think it would be best if you stop saying naughty things at me."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb. You just thanked me for the ride. And that is something I really would like to imagine." He winks at me before finally leaving.

I was left stunned and disgusted, and totally furious at him. But since I don't have anything or anyone to turn my rage at, I just groan and walk furiously inside my house.


A/N: PLEASE REVIEW ! And let me know what you think about this one. I know you're confused/curious about something or someone that is in this story. :)

Fun fact: This is actually inspired from an anime called Kaichou-wa Maid Sama. If you watched that then I'm sure you know what the story is about.

Thank you for reading this. I really appreciate it. And I hope you will also read FTBY and Here in my Heart that I will post the first ever chapter next week. Stay tuned for that !