Howdy! Ok so you may know me from Connects Us and OTNT, and thats great. I discontinued OTNT because I hated it, and put off CU because i seem to have forgotten the plot. I should continue once i figure it out. Luckily for you i made a plot track for this story so writers block shouldnt be a problem.

This story has been in my head for a few days and i had to get it on here because it just seems like a fun and exciting story. I always accept reviews welcomely, good or bad, so feel free to share your thoughts. I dont own anything.

R&R- V :)

When I wake up I notice the streaks of black all over my pillow. Then I feel that that familiar feeling of discomfort that comes with sleeping in your clothes. What the heck.

Of course, when I flip the covers over, my clothes from the day before are still on my body. Then I wonder, how did I get here?

The last person I saw last night was Jackie, so she must know. I send her a quick text asking how I got in my bed. She is shorter than me, which is saying something, and to be honest, not very muscular. Instead of sitting in my bed waiting for her response, I walk to the bathroom to wash the makeup off my face. However, halfway there, I stop in my tracks. In the doorway, there are several little scratch marks and black scuffs on the hardwood floor. Bending over for closer inspection, I realize it's my makeup. Holy crap did she drag me in here?

I stomp my foot and storm to the bathroom attached to my bedroom. I really do need to wash this makeup off my face, before someone spreads it all over my house. My phone buzzes on top of the counter and I angrily unlock it, knowing it's Jackie.

Haha I totes dragged ur drunk ass in there. It was hysterical. - Jackie

I scoff at her message. It was most definitely not funny.

Jackie Monroe, that is heavily on the 'not funny' side. There are scuff marks all over my furniture! Aside from that, how on earth did you get home!? I know for a fact you were also drinking, so I would have offered you to spend the night. - Rachel Berry

I send the text in satisfaction after checking for any major grammatical errors and go to the kitchen for some breakfast.

Chill out munchkin. I took a cab home because a) I didn't want to deal w your depressed ass in the morning and b)I had some work to do. - Jackie

While chewing on my vegan breakfast sandwich, I send another text back asking why she couldn't just do her work here; I have a laptop and my place is just three blocks away from hers.

The food and the texting has distracted me well enough from the giant elephant in the room, but now it's back to haunt me again. Levi. I feel a deep pit of emptiness just thinking about the events that happened within a blink of an eye yesterday. Not in any way do I think that what Jackie made me do was fair; she shouldn't have that kind of control over me. At first I think I was just in shock, but now I'm just mad. First she interrupts my night with my boyfriend to only make me break up with said boyfriend, then she gets me nice and drunk to drag me to my room. And the icing on the cake is that she doesn't seem to have one bit of the compassion that she did yesterday. A rare feeling bubbles up inside me and I bang my fist on the table. Ouch. When I'm rubbing my hand, my phone goes off again, I frown and check what it says.

Y' know how I promised I'd make it better? Well I needed to get away from you do I could deviously plan behind ur back. Don't worry, I don't think you'll be mad. I'll be over in a few to show you. -Jackie

A sigh escapes my lips. I could never stay mad at Jackie. She always acts like a bitch, which makes me want to just fire her ass, but then she'll own up to her shit and be all nice. And I'll forgive her because I know she means well. Now I'm curious as to what "might not make me mad" in order to make me happy. I don't even have any idea how that makes any sense.

Now that I'm not mad anymore, I just feel sad and slightly guilty. It's about Lee. I feel sad because a four month relationship ended within five minutes, and I woke up to no texts from him. He must still be angry. Then I feel guilty because I didn't even love him. I just strung him along and dumped him when someone told me I had to. Then I feel relieved that I ended it before I could actually fall in love with him, which makes me feel sick for thinking such a thing. God, I'm such a mess.

It all started after The Giver. I was getting such a large amount of publicity that it was necessary to hire a manager slash publicist so that I could actually get on with my 's how Jackie came along. Her real name is Jacklyn, but she hates when people call her that because people always think she says 'Marilyn' instead of Jacklyn. She said she got a lot of Marilyn Monroe jokes when she was little, hence her desire to keep other people's images in tip top shape. Things were going great, I was the talk of the town, and I lived the dream life. That is, until I got back into Broadway and people started to forget about me. I still had a lot of fans, I just wasn't in the papers as much anymore. I didn't exactly have a problem with it, but Jackie said that I was going to end up a washed up celebrity if I didn't get back in the game.

That brings me to how Levi Peters came into my life. He's a male model with shaggy blonde hair, mysterious grey eyes, and a perfect smile. Every woman's dream. Jackie set up a date between the two of us, and we really hit it off. I didn't expect to take to the dim man so easily, but he really was charming. Of course, our relationship got me back in the news, around four months ago. I suppose we didn't go out as much as we stayed in, so after a while we were old news again.

I guess that brings me full circle to this exact moment, reminiscing about my previous dream life that turned into a stressful, robotic present. I'm not saying that there are robots everywhere, it's just that it seems like I never actually do what I want anymore, just what other people say I should do. I mean, I love Jackie in my own little way, but sometimes I think she goes a little overboard with the gossip and news. Sure, I absolutely love being in the magazines and hearing about how fans put my picture on their walls, but some down time is nice. Now that down time is over, because the whole world knows about my separation from Lee. Who I still haven't heard anything from.

Whatever. He'll text me soon, hopefully. I don't want to be the first one to get his attention this morning, not after last night.

I get up to wash the dishes I used to make my sandwich, and I feel lonely. I shake the feeling off. I just need to get over this.

There's a knock at my door a few minutes after I'm done completing my chores. The knocking is quick and loud, so I know it's Jack. When I swing the front door open, she's there looking at my phone with her hand still knocking at the air.

"You know you can stop flailing your fist around like a weirdo and come in, if you like."

She looks up from her phone and walks right past me into my living room. I glare at her for her rudeness.

I'm curious about the bulky bag she has, so I ask, "So, what's in the bag?"

She smirks at me before sitting on the leather chair and putting the bag on the coffee table. "Sit," she says.

Squinting, I walk over her legs and sit on the couch next to the chair and sit.

Excitedly, she starts to pull out a clipboard full of notes, my old high school yearbooks, and a notebook. "Uh, whats with the yearbooks, are those mine? Did you take them while I was dru-"

"Shhh, munchkin. I've got the solution to all of your problems. Your lack of a boyfriend, the anger, the publicity, all of it."

I look at her skeptical for a second. "I wouldn't exactly call not having a boyfriend a problem, and didn't me breaking up with him cause enough news? I saw you looking at a TMZ article while you walked through the door. I saw my face, problem solved."

"Not exactly," she sighs, "you're in the article, but it was a statement from Levi about you."

My eyes widen, "What did he say?"

"So apparently due to the abrupt end to your relationship, he thinks there's someone else, and now everyone is wondering, who could be better than Levi Peters? Who is this mystery person?

So I've decided to lap up this opportunity and turn it around thew best I can." She opens up my senior yearbook to a dog-eared page, and takes out her notebook. When she sees my confused look, she explains. "So, I've been doing some digging, and yes, I did take this when you were plastered. This sounds a little weird, but you're going to have to date a girl."

"What! Why?"

She completely disregards my objection and continues on with her reasoning. "Since Mr. Model brought up the idea of there being someone else, I tried to find the most fucked up person you would ever think about, which just so happens to be a girl, luckily."

"Luckily? Jack, I'm not gay. I don't have a problem with it at all, I have two dads for crying out loud, but I refuse to be a stereotype. And besides that, who is this girl that is so fucked up? I didn't know anyone that crazy in high school."

I'm seriously flabbergasted! Could she be any more crazy?

It gets even worse. She points to a picture of Quinn Fabray. "You've got to be kidding," I mumble under my breath.

"So, I did my research. This girl, Quinn, used to bully you in high school. Since you guys have graduated, you haven't said a word to each other. Correct?" I nod. I wouldn't talk to Quinn now either. "I looked her up. Apparently, she's living in Manhattan, too. And here's the kicker. She's gay. From what I gathered, with her record, I thought she'd be the straightest person on the planet," she starts to rifle through her notes, "teen pregnancy, multiple boyfriends, Christian household. This is gold. If you can get Quinn to date you, you'd be the power couple of the century."

I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Jackie, first of all, Quinn hated me. What makes you think that if I knock down her door, asking her out, she won't laugh in my face and be the same old bitch back in high school? Secondly, I don't want to date her. She's a monster."

"Girl, you gotta try. This bitch is your ticket back to the top. Take it."

"No, Jackie. This is over the line. Bringing my awful past into my equally stressful future is a recipe for disaster. I always do what you say, but this time I'm putting my foot down. The answer is no, think of something else."

"Munchkin, I worked hard on this idea. There literally isn't much else we can do, this idea is perfect. This idea will get your name everywhere, nobody won't be talking about you. For a long time. You have to trust me on this."

I start to gather up her belongings back into her giant tote bag. "Still no. I won't do it, and neither would Quinn, if I'd ask."

"You know I'm not going to give up on this idea, right? Just think about it."

I hand her bag over the table and into her hands, "Please, just go. I'm feeling very stressed out right now, and it's only eleven on a Saturday."

She wordlessly turns around and walks straight out the door, closing it softly with a "Just think about it," behind her.

The door clicks shut and I sit down on my couch. I let my body unravel, making the tense feeling in my bones diminish. I really can't do what she asked this time. Bringing the worst part of my past and plopping her right in the middle of the worst part of now would be an awful disaster. However, every now and then I do wonder how she's doing. Last thing I heard was that she got into Yale and supposedly paid for tuition herself, since she wouldn't take any money from her father, Russell. Good for her, I suppose it isn't that hard to believe that she'd changed; she lived a hard life in high school. I'd want to rebel, too.

The gay thing surprised me, though. Jackie was right, she's the last person I'd ever expect to come out of the closet.

Finally feeling relaxed, I decide to immerse myself in a strong workout to release the tension, and then watch movies all day. I need it okay? It's been rough, the past twenty-four hours.