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Chapter 2
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The party was definitely over for him. She placed a bag of ice gently on his ...wounded area. He hissed slightly at the cold blocks of water being place on that spot. He really hated Tony. He turned his head toward the wrestler and Lauren's ex. A small part of him smirked at the blood leaking from the bigger man's nose and mouth. He was winning the fucking fight until the bastard went below the belt. Literally. Mother fucker. No man should ever go for the balls. It was fucked up and cheating!
Tony stood from his chair across the room and headed toward Lauren. His girlfriend inched closer to him and crossed her arms over her chest. "What the fuck do you want?" she hissed in full- gonna kick your ass mode.
Puck felt smug at the way her voice halted his steps. To say that Lauren was pissed would have been an understatement. He could feel the heat radiating off of her in waves. He found the way her eyes flashed to be incredibly sexy. Damn his girl was hot!
"I just want to talk to you," he said hesitatingly.
She looked back at Puck then at her ex, before nodding. "Two minutes. Starting now."
"Can't we go somewhere alone to do this?"
"No, one minute and fifty seconds."
"Lauren," Tony knelt down, no easy task for him, in front of her and tried to take her hands in his. Puck shifted up in his seat. In pain or not, he would kick his ass if he touched Lauren again. She shot him a look that clearly said, 'Back off, Puckerman, I can take care of myself.' He begrudgingly leaned back. "I get why you're with him," he nodded in Puck's direction. "But really what could you possibly have in common. Sex? Don't let him use that to make you forget where you belong. We work. You know that."
There was silence in the wake of his confession and for half a second, Puck wondered if Tony might have actually gotten through to her. Then he saw her fist curl and her mouth twist and knew the other guy had seriously fucked up. Puck bit back a smirk.
"First of all, you don't know why I'm with him," she said in a flat tone of hers that seemed to hold more bite than had she raised her voice to emphasize her point. "And second of all, I make my own decisions. If I want to stay with him because the sex is great then I will. As for us working, bullshit! The only reason you want me back now is because I'm with him, so back off or I'm going to break your balls off and feed them to you."
Tony's face turned a shade of white that just wasn't healthy and turned around leaving them alone. She sighed, removing the bag from his injured area. He really hoped no permanent damage had been done. That part of him was too important. There was still so much left for it to do. Lauren moved closer to him, giving him a nice view as her shirt fell down a little. Puck licked his lips and blood rushed through his body.
"Sorry about Tony. He isn't usually such a jackass." She paused then spoke very quietly, her voice turning sultry, "Is there something I can to for you?" A wolfish grin found it's way onto his lips and he raised one eyebrow suggestively. She grabbed his hand and led him to some room in the back of the house, pushing him slightly until he fell onto the bed in the center once she closed and locked the door behind her. His palms itched to feel her body and he started to reach for her, she slapped his hands away before they got too close. "Unless you want a matching bruise on the other side, I suggest you listen to what I have to say." He nodded, but his eyes were focused entirely on her breasts in front of him. "Hey," she snapped her fingers. "Puckerman are you listening?"
"Yeah, whatever."
She rolled her eyes and sat next to him on the bed. "I'm only going to say this once so you better pay attention." She took a deep breath and then said very quickly, "I don't need you to stand up for me, but thanks for doing it anyway." A different feeling settled between them. He saw her bite at her bottom lip, making it red and raw. He wanted to use his tongue to lick at the sore spot. Lauren turned to look at him then rolled her eyes again, grabbed him roughly and kissed him.
He maneuvered them until he was hovering over her. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. He cupped her breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumb back and forth over her nipples causing them to harden underneath his touch. She moaned, biting her lip and closing her eyes tightly. He relished in the sound, in the knowing that he was driving her wild. "So," he hummed against her neck, "how about you kiss my injury and make it better?"
She groaned and pushed him off of her. He pouted up at her. Her lips twisted for a second as she thought about it then she sighed. He leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head, grinning.
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Glee club became boring as far as the school was concerned. No gossip was being generated. From anyone!
Nothing.
No one had heard anything about any of them in weeks. The sex tape could never be confirmed and after a while the story (and all it's variations) seemed as bland as the mashed potatoes in the school lunch room. Sam and Santana relationship held people's interest for a second, but then it too became routine and really it was hardly surprising- Santana has been with most of the football team. Artie and Tina's mid-morning blow up on a quiet Tuesday was the topic of whispers for three days. (The wheelchair kid and the goth could be getting back together- what about Brittany and Mike?) That too fizzled after nothing came from the it.
It got so bad that the popular kids started relying on the ones closest to Lauren for dish about Puck and her. That meant the AV geeks were Rock-stars for a while. The cheerios all felt the need to bathe after Jacob promised them an exclusive if they would let him feel them up. He was the only non-Glee kid to get multiple slushies in the face for being so...gross! Yuck! Creepy bastard.
Finally after weeks of nothing, a ray of gossipy hope! Ryan, who was on a date with Carly, told his football teammate- Brandon- who called- Sandra- who was standing next to Kevin- who immediately texted his "friend" Trey- that he saw Puck talking to some older chick in front of Breadstix! Lauren was no where to be seen. This of course spread like wildfire throughout the student body of William McKinley High. Puck could be cheating on the female wrestler!
Sandra was told by another Cheerio-Tasha- who had a boyfriend on the wrestling team- later that night that Lauren was actually out of town that weekend on a wrestling trip so he probably was cheating. It would make the most sense. Trey mentioned to Kevin that he was less than sure about the rumor. Would Puck really be stupid enough to cheat on a girl that could twist him up like a pretzel? That gave some people pause, before most said, yes, yes he was.
When school started back, no one knew where to look for information. So they waited in the halls. Puck and Lauren arrived just before the first bell. Her hair looked messed up and his lips were curled in a self-satisfied smirk. It didn't take a genius to realize they were still together... A group of kids walked up to them with cups of banana flavored slushies in hand, but one look from Lauren and Puck made the kids turn the cold drinks on themselves. Taking on one was one thing. Both was suicide.
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It was a Friday the first time they had sex. He didn't spend the night. And that was fine with her. Really. She was glad. He didn't jump up and leave immediately afterward, but there also wasn't a whole lot of cuddling either. He held her for a little while as they both stared at the ceiling. Completely at a lost for words. Honestly the whole thing was awkward. Not bad...well not really, just very awkward. Lauren didn't know what she was expecting, and she still wasn't sure if it lived up to the hype, but when it was over all she wanted to do was sleep. So that's what she did. When she woke up the next morning, she tried to find something different about herself.
Did her eyes look a little brighter? Did she have more confidence? Was there some outward sign that she had had sex for the first time? Because it was her first time. Lauren prided herself on her sexual confidence. She knew that she was fucking hot, even if not everyone else at that fucking school did. She knew there were guys liked that she honestly didn't give a shit and could take care of herself. They liked that when it came right down to it, she could do without them just fine. Men were just the added bonus of life. She never lacked in the boyfriend department, even if she didn't look like Quinn or Santana. But when it came to sex, she always put on the brakes. Not because of some moral, 'sex before marriage was wrong and if you do it you're going to hell' thing. Fuck that! That mindset was bullshit and oppressive. Sex was natural and people have been doing it every which way since the dawn of time.
So no that wasn't what always stopped her. It was the timing. It was the guys. It never felt right. And she wanted it to feel right. Just because she wasn't a girly-girl didn't mean she didn't want to have her first time mean something. She didn't want to feel stupid for doing it, because at the end of the day, it was a pretty big deal. Now it's happened and she didn't know if all the waiting was worth it. The one thing she could say though was she didn't completely regret doing it with him.
Puck was a good lover. She expected him to be rough, to think only of his own needs, but he surprised her. She guessed being with half the school helped him develop the ability to put the girl a little before himself. He was patient with her, especially when she told him her deep dark secret about still being a virgin. Of course that's when hot and heavy became slow and hesitant. That's when something real changed between them. She hated that.
The next day he called her. She ignored it. Choosing instead to spend the day working with her dad on his red and white striped '65 Chevy Impala. Lauren let the rumble of the engine and the feel of the tools keep her mind busy. By the time Saturday was over, Puck had left three text messages and called a total of six times. She went to bed without calling or texting him back.
Sunday she went to the mall and walked around. Believe what you wanted about her, Lauren liked to try on clothes, mix and match things no one else would. It was always fun to watch the eyes of store employees bug out at the outfits she tried on. Lauren got a secret thrill out of making them uncomfortable. It wasn't her fault they didn't like the way she looked. That was their problem. And they could fuck off for all she cared. After the mall, she headed to the book store and wandered aimlessly through the aisles. She read the titles of the newest vampire romance books. Ghosted over toward the sports section and picked up the biography of Mick Foley, skimming through her favorite parts.
When she returned home and checked her phone there were more messages waiting for her from Puck. This time she texted him back: Been busy. Will talk to you at school tomorrow. Then she turned her phone off and turned on her computer watching amusing videos on Youtube of people being idiots until it was time to go to sleep. Her head hit the pillow both dreading and anticipating seeing Puck again.
Standing in the bathroom now, Lauren slanted her eyes at her reflection in the mirror. She still didn't look different. Sighing a little to herself, she got ready for school, braiding her hair quickly and applying her make-up.
Pulling into the school parking lot, she sat in her car for a moment watching everyone move toward the building, her eyes searching for him. He wasn't in the crowd. That didn't surprise her. Puck wasn't known to show up early to school. Sometimes he didn't show up at all until football or Glee practice. Those were the only things he really cared about in this place. Gathering her books, she climbed out of the vehicle walking purposefully to her locker. Her steps slowed when she saw Puck leaning against it.
Straightening her back, she shifted the books against her chest and continued toward him. His eyes narrowed slightly at her. Lauren glared back, annoyed by him all of the sudden, "What?"
"Really," he asked disbelievingly, "you're going with 'what'?" She shrugged, turning away from him to spin her lock. She could feel his eyes on her and it made her skin feel too tight for her body. Changing her books out, she shut the door and went to step around him to head to her homeroom. He grabbed her hand, stopping her progress and walked them both to the janitor's closet.
Lauren felt her anger rise once he closed the door behind him. "What the hell, Puckerman?"
"That's what I'd like to know, Zizes," he leaned into her. "What the hell is going on? Why have you been avoiding me?"
She narrowed her eyes further, "What makes you think I've been avoiding you?" Shifting her weight to her heels, she frowned at him. "I didn't think you would be the clingy type Puckerman."
"And I didn't think you would be a coward Zizes," he countered. His eyes hot and intense in the darkened room.
"Watch it," she growled. "I'm not a coward. Never was, never will be."
Puck stared at her and she felt like he was trying to see beyond her soul. It was creepy and weird and made her want to escape. "Maybe not with the major stuff." His voice dropped into a husky, knowing tone. "But when it comes to the emotional shit, I think you are."
"Screw you," she hissed. The statement felt too real. They weren't supposed to be real. He wasn't supposed to know her. Yeah she didn't just want someone to fool around with, but she also didn't want someone that thought they knew her better than she knew herself. He took a step toward her and she backed up, knocking into the supply racks. Her stomach felt tight and her heart was trying to pound right out of her chest. His eyes never left hers as he kissed her. Lauren didn't want to, but she melted into the kiss. She hadn't realized how much she missed him in the past two days until that moment. Her books dropped to the floor as she let go of them and she wrapped her arms around him, deepening the kiss. Her eyes fluttered closed once she lost herself completely in the feeling of him. The tightness in her lungs forced her to pull away from him. Need hummed in her blood as she stared at him for a moment. Her lips curled up of their own accord. He grinned back at her knowingly causing her to roll her eyes at him and repeat her words from earlier, "Screw you."
Puck leered at her, letting his eyes slowly slide down her body, "Anytime, babe. Anytime."
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The rumor mill was in over drive by the end of the weekend. Sally told her friend Kelly- who mentioned to Chris, her cousin- that she heard Puck talking on the phone Saturday. It seemed like all wasn't well in bizzaro world- which is what most of the kids called Puck and Lauren's relationship, because they had to be an alternate universe or something. They've been together for over three and a half months! That name was only whispered though. No one wanted to end up being put in a coma by either of the bad asses of William McKinley high. Sunday- a group of cheerios sent a mass text that Lauren was spotted at the mall without Puck. Adding fuel to the rumor that the break up everyone knew (thought) was coming was about to happen, especially after the last rumor about Puck cheating.
Monday morning all eyes were on Lauren's locker, where Puck was. It didn't take a brain surgeon or psychic to see the tension between them. For all watching, which was pretty much all the students in the hallway, it was like a mini episode of some teen drama. When he dragged Lauren toward the janitor's closet, texts were already being sent. This was it. It had to be.
Terry – kid that sat next to Lauren in homeroom and first period said to Lynn- who casually recalled to Molly at lunch- who told Harry during gym class- that Lauren never showed up for homeroom that morning. Lynn said that she heard it was because Lauren was crying her eyes out in the bathroom over being dumped. Not many people believed that...Lauren Zizes wasn't exactly a crier and Puck wasn't in the nurse's office with a broken arm.
Between fifth and sixth period some students asked Finn about it. He shook his head, claiming not to know anything about Puck and Lauren. And even if he did, why would he tell them? The orange slushie he got covered in was well deserved- at least all the guys whose girlfriends kissed him when he set up that kissing booth thought so.
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