QPOV
"I haven't formally introduced myself." I said running after Rachel, who had bolted as soon as the bell rang.
"I don't care!" She screamed as she ran up to a small green car.
"I'm Quinn Fabray. You're Rachel Berry." I called out after her, she turned around and suddenly all time stopped. Her brown eyes bore into my soul and suddenly I felt whole.
"Can you stop staring...It's making me uncomfortable." She said, shaking me out of my daze.
"Sorry...it's just that...You're beautiful." I gushed. What had I just said.
"Excuse me?" She asked in disbelief.
"Beautiful...You." I stammered, embarrassed at my sudden loss of words.
"Who put you up to this. Karofsky! Santana?" She called out to the parking lot filled with students.
"No one. Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that." I said quickly. She looked at me with her eyes filling with tears. "No! I mean You are, I just...I didn't mean to..." I tried to fix my errors.
"Whatever. Goodbye Quinn." She said as she opened her car door. I watched her drive away, hoping she would come back, or someone would run me over and wake me up from this ridiculous dream I was having.
When I got home my mom asked when I was going to change the colour of my hair.
"But I like it like this." I defended.
"I know sweetie, but your fathers having his business partner over tonight and it would be nice if you could look...normal." She said awkwardly. We've had this discussion over and over, and she knows how I feel about her thinking I "wasn't normal".
"Fine, I'll stay in my room all night...I have homework anyways." I said as I started up the stairs.
"You know that's not what I want." She said softly. "Just put on that bue dress...It goes well with the pink." She smiled. I smiled back and headed upstairs.
The dinner was awkward to say the least. My mother doesn't see that my father's buisness partner was also his mistress. She was fawnign over his recent hair change and was being too nice to both my mother and me. She called me 'too cute for words' and then hugged me with her fake breasts and hot pink manicured hands. Probably paid for by my father. I ran upstairs almost as soon as dinner was over. I flopped down on my bed and replayed the day over and over again in my head. 1. The school was horribly corrupt. 2. The amount of violence and bullying that went on was totally insane. 3. I embarrassed myself in front of Rachel. 4. I am obsessing over someone I don't even know. I'm not sure which is worse. 3 or 4.