CHAPTER 2
Finn took a deep breath, where the hell was she? She was supposed to be there 10 minutes ago, and he didn't like waiting. He was resting against a pole, under the bleachers outside by the football fields. He looked at his watch again. She was gonna pay for this.
He soon saw someone coming towards the bleachers. It was Rachel. She was running, her hair bobbing up and down as she did so. It was about time.
"Why the hell are you late?" He growled, pulling her further behind. "You're ten," he looked at his watch, "no, 12 minutes late."
"I'm sorry, I was uh... held up."
"Held up?" He laughed. "When I tell you to be here, you better be here." He pushed her against the wall and kissed her roughly on the lips. "Who held you up?" He whispered in her ear.
"Er... n-n-no o-one." She stuttered.
"Was it Mike?"
She didn't say anything, just gulped. He looked down at her skirt, his eyes widening. "Why is it so short?" He hissed, pointing to her legs.
"I-I'm sorry, I w-woke up l-l-late."
He slapped thighs, and tears fell, yet she didn't make a sound. He didn't want anyone to see her bruises. He felt proud that he did it.
"I want you to ditch your stupid little art gallery thing tonight."
"I-I can't."
"Why not?" He growled.
"I promised N-Nick." She said slowly, looking down.
She was really starting to piss him off. She really shouldn't have made any plans without telling him first, he was the boss of her. He wanted to punch her stupid cousin. Last time that idiot was in town, he never got to see her. They were always out, the movies, a show; they even went out just to have 'firkin coffee.
"Next time, you ask me first. Alright?"
She nodded her head.
He bent down and pecked her on the lips, and tightened his grip around her waist. He pulled away, and looked at her. "See you in Spanish." He said walking away from the small girl. Now it was Quinn's turn. He smiled; he really did love his life.
Mike yawned as he entered his first period. History. He liked history, but he couldn't stand Mr. Swinton, the idiot was always creeping him out. He practically gave everyone in the class a nick name. Mike was honey. He shuddered at the thought. He also hated it when he called Rachel his little ducky... GOD! Who calls someone their little ducky? For crying out loud! He wanted to punch his face in. He was a firkin pedo.
He glared at Mr. Swinton's smiling face as he went to his desk. He tried not to laugh when the idiot looked at him scared. Success. He was in his early 30's; wearing a long sleeved navy blue shirt and some jeans. He had ugly short light brown hair, and... Oh he really didn't care what colour eyes he had.
He took a seat and was surprised to see Rachel wasn't already there. He was really worried about her; lately she'd been so distance. He may have known she'd been acting strangely for a couple of weeks now, but she was really scaring him now. She was his best friend and... He looked up to see her taking her usual seat next to him. She looked so... scared.
"Rachel?" He said, placing his hand on her cheek.
She lightly brushed him away. "What?"
"What's wrong?"
"I'm fine."
"Right. Okay then, why aren't you acting fine then?" He said. "I'm really worried about you."
"You shouldn't be."
He took a deep breath. "Well, I am. And I want you to tell me what's going on."
She looked away from him. He looked at his watch. 9 minutes to class. "Rachel, you're coming with me." He said, slightly nudging her out of the chair. He got out of his chair and went around and lifted her up in his arms bridal style.
"What the hell? Mike, put me down!" She yelled. Everyone looked at them.
He walked up to the front of the class and passed a confused Mr. Swinton. "She's not feeling well." He nodded his head at him and walked out, not waiting for a response.
"Mike!" She yelled. He took her around the corner, and out of people's sight. He let her down and trapped her in the corner.
"Okay, you're gonna tell me what's up. You know I only wanna help you." He said softly.
Tears sprung from her eyes. "I-I c-can't talk a-a-about it." She covered her face with her hands, and started shaking her head.
"Calm down. It's okay. Rachel, don't worry. I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you." He hugged her. She put her arms around his waist and dug her head into his chest crying.
"Finn!" Quinn screamed, trying to push him away. She kicked him in the balls and ran towards the exit of the boy's locker room.
"Bitch!" He yelled, holding his crotch. He leapt for her, catching her by the legs.
As she hit the floor she yelled. He climbed on top of her, turning her over. She looked at him crying. She was as persistent as Rachel was the first time he did something she didn't like. Quinn hadn't been so persistent yesterday. Well, he hadn't let her fight much. He smiled, good memories, good memories.
"Oh, Quinn, Quinn, Quinn. Why are you fighting this?" He brushed her blonde hair behind her ear.
"You're dating Rachel. Why the hell are you doing this?" She yelled. "You're why Sam broke up with me!"
"Calm down. God, you're just like Rachel!" He laughed.
"What are you talking 'bout?"
"It doesn't matter now does it?" He asked. "It's about you and me." He leaned forward and cupped her face in his hands. He kissed her roughly. She bit hard down on his tongue."Fuck!" He yelled. "What the fuck was that for you bitch?" He slapped her.
She cried hard. "What h-h-happened to you?" She tried to stop crying. "Y-you w-w-were s-so sw-sweet." She could barely make out her own words.
"Well maybe I got fed up! Fed up of always getting pushed around!"He screamed. He punched her in the face. He took a deep breath. He really shouldn't be doing this here. Someone could catch him. He looked at his watch. "Fuck!" He yelled. He had a minute to get to class.
Before he left, he bent down. He softly whispered in her ear. "If you ever tell anyone about this. You'll regret it." He was about to get up when a smile spread across his face. "And don't forget. I know where Beth lives."
He heard her breath hitch. That was defiantly no empty threat.
