Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Once again, the Greasy Haired Specimen was stalking the Ginger one. In a manner Animal Planet would have considered worthy of screen time the male swooped down and stole a grape. It really was a shame that her camera was locked away in her draw, because she knew a guy who would be willing to pull a few strings. It would make a brilliant showing, with the sole purpose of mocking Will.
Life had a funny way of turning against her – some fools would call it 'bad karma' – which could be demonstrated by all the shit she chucked it right back at its scrawny ass. Despite the claims about her absence of feelings, she'd be lying if she said she didn't have them.
Fortunately, she was a damn good liar.
Even deceit couldn't annihilate the feelings which spread within her, creeping slowly until she couldn't deny them. If they wouldn't rid themselves of her, then she would ensure that no-one else managed to get in there. No one dared to question the sneer directed towards the pair.
