Summary : The rich kids go to Carmel Academy, the poor kids go to McKinley High. That's how it's always been. Until now... Quinn has gotten a scholarship to Carmel Acadey and falls in love with Raymond the richest boy in School.
Chapter 2 – Meeting
Quinn POV
We walked through the place to reach a table that seemed to be where the popular kids sat. The light from the window shown on them. The group seemed to glow.
"Hey guys this is Quinn and she's nice so be nice." Kitty said smiling at me.
"Hi," I said dumbly. I couldn't think of anything else to say. A raven haired girl and an asian looking girl with brown eyes sat eyeing me. There was a mohawk haired guy with a letterman jacket, and there was him, the man of my dreams. He had short brown hair that fell slightly into a medley of chocolate, that were his eyes. He was well built and absolutely way too gorgeous for words. I thought I might have seen him before at a football game or something.
"Hi," said the choco hair huskily.
"Hello," I exclaimed trying so hard not to stutter.
"it's nice to meet you Quinn," the mohawk haired guy said.
I smiled thanking him.
The asian with brown eyes smiled. "What's your last name Quinn?"
"Lucy Quinn Fabray," I said with my French accent.
"Well my name is Tina Cohen-Chang, and this one right here is Santana Lopez," the Asian girl said.
"Nice to meet you," I whispered.
"I'm Noah Lopez, Santana's cousin," said the guy with mohawk on his head and black eyes.
"Raymond Corcoran," the cute guy's deep voice said.
"Nice to meet you too," I said with a giggle.
"Where did you move to Lima from?" Santana asked with her bright red lips.
"France," I replied almost honestly. I moved to the United States when I was four.
"Really?" Raymond said with suspicion. "You speak English very well."
"Oui, c'est vrai mon cheri," I replied in my confident French voice. "I went to an American school in Paris." I hated lying.
"I went to boarding school in Paris for a few ears," Ray replied. "I'm glad to meet someone I can practice my French with."
"I'll be happy to practice it with you whenever you need to," I replied.
"You're so pretty Quinn," Kitty said as if it were the ned of the worlds. "Isn't she?"
They all nodded except for Raymond, who didn't seem to care. Santana strangely agreed although she seemed to be the driest of the group.
"I think it's your hands," Tina said smiling. "They are so nicely manicured." I knew my mother would have smiled because she had done my nails.
"I think it's her hair," said Kitty. "How do you get it so straight?" I was about to say my mother worked in salon, but I kept my mouth shut.
"It's her body," Noah said winking at me. He didn't remotely interest me, but I smiled to be polite, cringing inside.
All eyes fell on Raymond (I guessed he was their leader). "It's her eyes," he whispered smiling for the first time at me. I smiled back.
"Thank you very much," I replied. "Oh, you make me blush."
"You must be used to it by now." Ray replied. "You know you're gorgeous." I smiled shaking my head.
"Thank you," I whispered. I smiled at him and his dreamy eyes. My heart was racing out of my chest and I tried to come down to my normal speed.
"So you said Quinn Fabray. Is Quinn your nickname?" Tina asked kindly. She reminded me of my friend Brittany.
"Yeah, I got it from my dad," I replied. "He always said I was a frightful person, and he gave me that name."
"Don't you like Lucy? Has anyone ever called you that?" I looked over to Ray who had his winning frown on.
"No, Quinn's just been the name." I said shrugging my shoulders.
"I like Lucy," Ray said, but not sweetly. "It fit's you better." I blushed as the others agreed.
"What would you guys like to drink?" A cute little waitress suddenly appeared next to our table. She kept eyeing Ray and smiling flirtatiously. I wish I could do that.
"Are you new?" Ray voice suddenly changed into this really seductive tone.
The girl was chewing gum hideously as she nodded. "The old girl got pregnant," she said cracking her gum.
"You can't be talking about Harmony." Puck's voice suddenly popped up. "Who's the lucky guy?"
"Some Mckstern," she replied. Mckstern was a term for someone who didn't live in the lap of luxury, just like the nickname Carmel.
"Poor Harmony," Santana's hateful voice said. She flicked back her hair. "He won't have a penny to help her. it's just those Mckstern's to do that."
I was about to say something about how many Carmel guys had gotten a lot of girls from McKinley High pregnant.
"Can I get some coca?" My French accent came through. I was trying to change the subject and that stare that Ray was giving the waitress.
"Three root beers," Kitty said and then they all looked at Ray as if he was the center of all their actions. Maybe he changed what he ordered daily. I really didn't understand. The whole lunch it seemed as if everything were up to him. Everything seemed to be directed by him and ordered by him. Later, as Kitty and I drove back to the school I understood.
"Ray is richer than every other person in the entire school," Kitty declared speeding towards Carmel Academy. "Not only that, but he's drop – dead gorgeous. Every girl is in love with him. Except people like me. I a taken."
"You have a boyfriend?" I looked at Kitty. It made sense, considering that she was so pretty.
"Wow, I haven't told you," Kitty said. "He's practically all I talk about. We've gone out for five months."
"That's really sweet," I cooed dreamily. I was such a romantic.
"Tina's betrothed already," Kitty exclaimed. "Can you believe it? It's her family. She's really conservative so refrain from all that advance French talk about sex." I laughed because I was probably just as knowledgeable as Tina.
"What is up with the Lopez'?" The Latina seemed really obnoxious.
"They are horrible people," Kitty said with disgust. "They're just really close with Ray. Well, let me rephrase that, Ray is very close with Santana. He's been with a lot of girls, but he always goes back to Santana."
I didn't realy have anything to say about that. Santana was a thousand times prettier than I was. Any guy would be lucky to have her.
Ray was still in my ind when I walked into Philosophy. Kitty told me that no one would be in the class. She said that if there were eleven people it would be a record. I didn't understand why. Philosopy sounded interesting. The classroom was pretty tiny and had about ten desks inside. I sat down in on by the corner. A few chairs were filled with unsocial people that seemed to already know each other. They were geeks anyway, I told myself. Then Raymond came in through the door.
He was much cuter standing up. He was probably around six feet and three inches and had a wonderful build. He looked like a movie star that had just stepped into the real life. I took in a sharp breath.
A girl suddenly stood up and went over to him starting to flirth. She sat next to me, and he sat net to her smiling. He had that seductive tone he had in the restaurant. She was a girl with nasty (dyed) blonde hair and gray eyes. How could he flirt with her? she was so ugly. She was chubby and had a crooked nose. He teeth had a gap between them, but she must have had one of those easy reputations. I rolled my eyes at them and looked at the board.
A woman who looked to be in her eighties came into the room attempting to smile. "Please settle yourselves class," she said. "My name is Mrs. Philips and I have taught Philosophy for a little less than half of my life. Every year I begin my class by giving the definition of a philosopher. That is my goal for each and every one of you is to become a philosopher. This will be very simple because we do this naturally. You will be quizzed on this later, so feel free to take notes. Before I do this I want to know why you are all here. Why have you come to this class?"
She began with the group of geeks in the first row. They all gave predictable answers that were meat to be deep and sensitive, but really came off as trying to hard.
"I'm here to discover a new worlds of learning that is more than often ignored, but the bases for all other subjects in our educational lives," said a boy with big glasses while his friends looked very impressed.
Mrs. Philips did not reply, but looked at me suddenly and I felt as if I were frozen.
"What's your name?"
"Lucy Quinn Fabray, but they call me Lucy for short." I looked over at Ray who had given me my new nickname. He seemed unfazed. I hated being put in positions where everyone was looking at me.
"Why are you here Lucy?" Mrs. Philips made it seem like such a deep question.
"I care about how philosophies become truths in society," I said, and she smiled approvingly.
"And you, young man, give me your name and why you are here?" She was looking at Ray.
"Raymond Corcoran and I was on vacation this summer, and this was the only class open," he declared truthfully and Mrs. Philips smiled.
"Isn't this boy absolutely cute? He comes with honesty too. Well, honest boy, you see Lucy over there in that corner. Do you feel intimidated by her looks? She's probably the only one who's ever been prettier than you are and she's a smart girl too. How does that make you feel?"
"I'm never intimidated," Ray said easily as he eyeing me strangely for a second.
"Oh really, then why don't you look over at Lucy and tell me exactly what you're thinking."
Raymond Corcoran looked at me. "I think that she's pretty, but she's a spoiled brat. You can tell by her nose in the air. Not intimidating at all." He then looked away and didn't look back. I gulped. I felt like I wanted to cry. Is that what her really thought about me?
"So that is your philosopy of Miss Luce Fabray? That is your belief."
"Lucy," I corrected. Mrs. Philips frowned and I felt out of place.
"She seems stuck-up to me," Ray said sighing.
"And you Miss Fabray... what do you think?" Mrs. Philips whispered.
"I shouldn't even justify that with a response," I said. What else could you say to that?
"Philosophies are not only what you think, but why you think these things," she said easily. "Before this class I randomly chose these two names of Ray Corcoran and Lucy Fabray. Ray gave me a good example by telling me that he believed Miss Fabray was stuck-up. His reason was because her nose was in the air. Now when i came into the room I saw her head down staring at her desk, looking very humble. Every point of view changes a philosophy. They can never be proved absolutely true."