A/N: You asked for it, Chapter two!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee…or Monster
"No, no, no," Tina groaned jumping up and down, smacking the vending machine outside the math room.
"Need something Goth?" Puck said sneaking up behind her and grabbing her waist. Tina squealed, whipping around as Puck burst out laughing at her reaction. Tina even cracked a smile until she noticed the slushy in his right hand. Sighing, she scrunched up her face expectantly.
"Actually…could you not?" she said after a moment peeking out from under her lashes, "Kurt lent me this shirt and I'd like to live to my next birthday so…" she trailed off pleadingly.
"I'm not going to throw it at you Goth, but I am curious as to why you're assaulting the vending machine."
"It's out of Monster," she punched the front of the machine, "ow," she moaned, cradling her hand.
"Whoa, Goth Chick, don't hurt yourself," he laughed "you should get some ice for that,"
Tina rolled her eyes, "That doesn't help my lack of caffeine."
"You know Goth," Puck said smiling "I don't think I've ever had this long a conversation with you."
"That could be because you're an idiot, because you've obviously never bothered to learn my name, or because I just really don't like you that much," Tina rolled her eyes a second time.
"Ouch Goth, that hurts," he said grabbing his heart in mock pain "and to think I was going to give you this slushy."
She eyed him warily, "what kind is it?"
"Cherry Coke, loaded with caffeine," he waived the cup in front of her face tauntingly.
"I'll take it," she decided, grabbing for it, but he held it just out of her reach.
"Maybe I don't want to give it up any more,"
She glared at him "what are you doing in this part of the school anyway? Stalking me?"
He shrugged "math class."
"You haven't attended a math class in two years."
"Wow, you stalking me now Goth, how'd you know that?" he smirked.
"You're in my math class smartass, every day Craigson calls 'Puckerman Noah' and every day that Chess Club idiot, Dwayne, calls 'present' and hands in the work you pay him to do."
"Well…" he stumbled "you noticed,"
"Why do you care?"
"I don't."
"Sure you don't."
"Take this, I'm going to class," he shoved the cup into her hands and turned into the classroom, leaving Tina downing the slushy as the bell rang.
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