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Chapter 2
Rachel's POV
Third time for the first day of high school. Ever since I tried out for the Cheerios sophomore year, life has been going great. I still continue my 6 a.m. workouts; instead it is with the Cheerios of course because Coach Sylvester is all about being the best. After the workout I head to the showers along with the other girls. It makes me happy that I can stare without anyone really questioning me. After all, who would question the head cheerleader. I slide the Cheerio top over my head and slip the skirt on past my toned legs that everyone seems to appreciate. My hair is pulled back into the signature Cheerio ponytail and I begin my search for my two best friends. As I turn the corner, I hear that familiar voice that sends shivers down my spine.
"Britt, San I missed you guys so much too!"
I make sure my presence is known with over dramatic shoe stepping and skirt swishing. I am Rachel Berry and being dramatic is vital to me. I see her blonde hair flowing along the sides of her perfect jaw line and her hazel eyes are looking at me in awe. I smirk knowing she never expected this of me. Although I can't help take in how much her body has matured in all the right places. She's wearing this baby blue buttoned up shirt with a black leather jacket over, skinny jeans that make her ass so…mmmmmm….I mean wait did I just do that, and black converse that complete her hot tomboyish look. Did I just say she was hot? Oh boy I'm in trouble. She sees me eyeing her up and down and offers me a shy smile that is actually quite cute. I can't help but feel butterflies when she does this but quickly regain my composure and remember the past.
"Well…well it's nice to see you Charlie," I say with as much malice in my voice as I can.
"Charlie? My name is Quinn, surely you remember that Stubbles."
"I'm going to ignore your statement but yes Charlie as in Charlie Chaplin because you seem to have a tiny moustache just above your lip….right here." I point just above her lip and am shock to see her stiffen at my light touch. I quickly pull away.
"Like what you see Charlie, because you can't seem to take your eyes off of me."
"It's not that I like it, it's that I see you and vomit comes and I can't seem to decide what part of you to throw up on."
My smile falters at this statement but I am a future Emmy nominee, and I give her the best smile I can.
"Welcome back Charlie, and don't forget who the new boss is." I walk away with authority and as I'm walking through the halls the people begin to part for me. Before I leave I hear her mutter, "Not for long, Berry…not for long."
Quinn's POV
As I watch Rachel walk away, I can't help but bet thankful for the person who invented those skirts. Whoa I can't believe I just checked out Rachel Berry. I am angered because she runs the school now but at the same time I am intrigued with the tiny brunette. She is definitely not how I remembered her.
Flashback to Freshmen Year
"Oops I thought you were the trash can."
"Q-Quinn surely you see that I am not an object in which you dispose items in. Although you should consider recycling seeing as to the slushy cup is recyclable and though you are inconsiderate of others this would be good kar…"
"Man Hands! Shut up! I'm tired of your rambling. It's really annoying and making my ears bleed!"
"Quinn, your ears aren't bleeding…oh my gosh it's invisible blood. Quick San give me an invisible band aid for Quinn's ears!" Brittany chimes in.
Santana sends a smile towards Brittany, "It's just a figure of speech, Britt."
"Oh ok. Are you sure?"
"Yes, now put the invisible stethoscope away."
"How'd you know San? Wait it's because I'm your nurse, right?"
"Brittany that's something we don't say out loud."
I look between the two and smile because they are so obvious. I return my attention to the diva and see her look at me with tears in her eyes from my latest slushy attack.
"What are you still doing here Berry! Leave! Now
!" I say with as much HBIC attitude as I can. Truth is when I looked into her eyes I felt so guilty and my breath was caught in my throat because that was the day I realized I had a crush on the glee queen Rachel Berry. I never saw her after that day….until now.
Present Day
I walk into my athletic period only to be met with the largest, and most muscular woman I have ever seen. Come to think of it she reminds me of the main character from Beauty and the…
"Beiste! My name is Coach Beiste and I will be your new basketball coach this year. You all apparently drove the other coach crazy and she is now in an insane asylum, but not this year! I'm here to stay and win! So tryouts are going to be in 30 minutes, go get changed!"
Some girls whine because they did not think that tryouts would be held so soon. Me, I'm very well prepared. Practiced all summer long and even managed to get involved in some street games. I slid on my long shorts just under my toned stomach and pull my red under armour shirt over my head. I pull my hair back into my trademark Fabray ponytail, and make my way to the court. I quickly pray that I will make varsity.
"Fabray, Collins, Davies, Carlin, aaaaand Focker. You girls are one team now go get the black jerseys and put them on!"
I look for the girls that are on my team and see a brunette who shouts, "Ashley Davies over here! Spencer Carlin here too!" The blonde blushes at the other girl and I wonder when this school became so gay. I mentally laugh at this and make my way to Ashley and Spencer.
"Hi, I'm Quinn Fabray and I believe we are on the same team," I say with my trademark raise of the eyebrow to show them I mean business.
"Well Quinn I hope you are!" Ashley winks at me.
"Ashley!" Spencer says while hitting the girl on the arm.
I see two other girls approach me and begin to introduce themselves.
"Hi, I'm Gina Focker."
"And I'm Casey Collins."
I stifle my laugh these poor girls' names.
"Quinn Fabray," I simply state.
"Well if it isn't the porn stars. Seriously guys with those name you'd make a lot in the business. I'd hope to get the first copy," Ashley says while Spencer rolls her eyes. She sees me catch her and smiles at me.
"Come on ladies let's go get our jerseys, we have some games to win," I say in the most HBIC way.
Well this is going to be fun.
