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It was halfway through class by the time I arrived. Mr. Schuester looked up from what he was writing on the board.
"You can sit next to Finn. Finn raise your hand," Mr. Schuester said turning back to the board.
A huge oaf looking boy raised his hand, unsure why. I walked over to the seat next to him and sat. I instantly felt uncomfortable. Now I am a tall girl, 5'7 (even though if anyone asks I'm 5'9). I don't normally feel tiny, but sitting next to Finn I felt miniscule. I looked to see Finn still raising his hand so I nudged and started to whisper to him.
"You can put your hand down now; he just wanted to show me who you are so I knew where to sit down."
The confused look on his face disappeared and was replaced with a goofy little smile. I smiled back because I could feel no sexual or bad feelings hidden behind the smile. I turned back to Mr. Schuester, relaxing because Finn didn't seem so big or menacing any more.
The last fifteen minutes of the period, Mr. Schuester sprung a pop quiz. I looked at Finn and all the color in his face drained. As Mr. Schuester handed out the quiz I nudged Finn.
"You know," I whispered,"if you need to, you can look at my quiz, I am fluent in Spanish."
"Really!" Finn said a little too loudly.
"Shh! You can look, but this is a one time only deal. If you really have this much trouble in Spanish you should get a tutor."
Finn quickly nodded, but I'm pretty sure he would have nodded if I told him he needed to walk around the school naked tomorrow. As I was handed the quiz, I almost laughed. It was so easy. Anyone who watched a couple of Dora episodes could ace this quiz. Looking around the room I was surprised to see the looks of complete confusion on everyone's faces, except Finn's of course, he just looked plain ecstatic. I finished the quiz quickly and put it on the side of the desk facing Finn. I put my head down and took a nap.
The bell woke me up. I turned my quiz in and as I was about to step out the classroom I was stopped by Mr. Schuester.
"You seem very good at Spanish, Freddie"
"Yeah, I learned it when I was very young, and I had to take it every year in school since 2nd grade."
"Well I hope you learn something in this class."
"I'm sure I will Mr. Schuester," I said with a smile. I turned to walk away, but Mr. Schuester stopped me one more time.
"By the way Freddie you can just call me Mr. Schue," and with that Mr. Schuest… I mean Mr. Schue went back to getting ready for his next class. When I walked out the door I was crushed by a hug. I looked up to see it was Finn.
"Hey, thanks again for letting me look at your quiz. This is going to be the first time I ever passed anything in his class," Finn gave me another patented goofy smile.
"Yo man let her go she's turning blue," said an unknown voice. I was loosing air and when Finn let me go, I gulped a huge amount of air. I looked to see a crowd of people surrounding us, including the Mohawk kid standing with my brother.
"Hi Marc! How was French? I bet you sucked," I smirked at him because Marc was horrible at French.
"Uh no, I actually rocked it. Guess who is in my French class?"
"Santa Claus" I joked.
"I wish, and then I could ask what ever happened to that skateboard I wanted when I was seven. No but seriously it was that guy we saved from the dumpster!"
"Burt?" I questioned.
Marc frowned at me. I guess I got the name wrong, like I really care though.
"It's Kurt," Marc corrected.
"Hey, you guys are talking about that flaming fag. Man me and Finn totally dumped his queer ass in the dumpster today. You guys should have seen it. He was all like 'No, please not my new Marc Jacobs jacket', it was so funny," laughed the stupid Mohawk kid.
Before I could voice my distaste for his activities, I found myself drenched in a cold ass drink which if I wasn't mistaken was a slushie. I tasted some of the slushie on my fingers, it was cherry. I hated cherry. I looked up to see the offender. It was a fat ass white dude with a fat ass black dude in letterman jackets, basically your stereotypical bullies.
They both looked at me, holding in their laughter. That made me even angrier. Using the element of surprise I pushed the black dude who was holding the empty slushie cup into the lockers. A collection of gasps surrounded me, but I didn't really give a fuck. All I could see is red. I gave a swift kick to the groin to the black guy then turned to the white guy and gave him the same treatment. I then started to speak.
"If you EVER throw anything at me again, I will cut off your dicks and staple them onto your foreheads. Got it?"
When they didn't answer I kicked them again, then walked away not waiting for a response. I walked to the trash can where Finn and his group of friends where standing in shock. I took off my jacket and threw it away, it being drenched in slushie and ruined. Under the jacket I was wearing a black tank top with the words 'Bad Ass' written on it in blood red. I looked at the group of kids and opened my mouth but before I could speak the bell rang signaling the start of 2nd period.
I walked to my class which was Science. As I was walking I bumped into someone. When I looked I saw it was a Latino in a cheerleading outfit with the letter 'WMHS" blazed across it. She was so familiar, but it was only after she started to speak is when I realized who she was.
"Hey slut"
"SANTANA!" I screamed while jumping into her arms. She staggered and I fought to stand straight. Santana used to live in New York and went to school with me. After her Grandma got cancer, her family decided to move to a quieter town to take care of her. I didn't know it was Lima or else I would have been at little more excited about coming here.
"God you got heavy, hope you're not going to try out for a flier in cheerleading," Santana laughed. I smacked her arm playfully.
"Who says I am trying out for cheerleading, you whore" It been a game of ours since we were twelve. Just like couples use endearments like baby and sugar Santana and I use endearments like bitch, whore, and cumbag.
"I say you are. Come on we're going to see Sue right now." Santana dragged me to the gym to meet this Sue. I guess I'm not going to Science class. We entered the gym and saw a tall short blond hair lady with a blue tracksuit on. She was currently yelling at a boy who was standing in a puddle of… is that pee? Once she saw us approaching she yelled at the kid to get out of her sight. As the kid walked away he slipped in the puddle and started to cry, and ran. I was currently scared shitless and wanted to turn and run, but Santana gripped my hand tighter and led me to the scary woman.
"Santana why are you here in my presence and who is with you?" said the scary lady or who I think is Sue.
"This is Freddie and she wants to try out for cheerleading," Santana nudged me so I reached out my hand for Sue to shake. She looked at it and told me to stop with the B.S and show her some moves. I shrugged and did an old routine from my previous school. At the end I bowed and waited for her opinion.
"That was great! A little sloppy but manageable. Besides we currently don't have an African-American on the team and a little diversity goes a long way with the judges. Practices are everyday from 2 to 4. Here is your uniform." Sue handed me a uniform identical to the one Santana was wearing. Without another word she walked away.
"Um, that was weird," I told Santana.
"Don't worry; you'll get use to it." I just shrugged again and walked with Santana to my next class.