I've gotten a lot of followers for this story, and I'm really glad! I can't wait to update, though I already have some ideas in my head, so hopefully it wont take long! Okay here's the thing... I know I didn't make the last one Rachel POV just Rachel oriented, but this is going to be Puck POV, because girl Pov is so easy that if you just follow a girl around it's pretty much like reading her mind, and boy POV is sooo adorably sexy if that makes sense...
Chapter 2: Disney Pucked Up
I rolled into Glee Club and took my usual seat way up in the back. I liked the feeling of being up there, for some reason being able to watch everyone made me feel powerful. Still, my eyes couldn't help but wander to the girl that made me feel so fucking beneath everyone. Her with her big words and her impossible goals. Her and her fucking optimism! My thoughts were briefly interrupted by Mr. Schue entering the room and writing shit on the board. I quickly turned my ears on him, but my eyes went back to her.
Mr. Schuester went on about shit that made us all feel guilt, but when he brought up last week I couldn't help but tense up a little. I didn't know why, but it just really pissed me off last week, all that shit about Berry and her nose. Not to mention all that crap with Quinn. Man he had felt bad about that. I mean usually it would be no big deal, but you knock a chick up, and you pretty much have to never fuck with her ever again, in more ways than one. I was too busy stewing in my own guilt to hear Schuester say much more, but then I heard the word 'Disney' and I felt suddenly uncomfortable. I quickly turned away from Berry and looked at Mr. Schue, my eyes had to be like the size of basket balls in that moment. Suddenly that fucking goody goody raised her hand.
"Mr. Schuester?" She asked in a voice I hadn't heard her use in since we were kids. She sounded timid. Apparently I'm not the only one who Berry annoys the fuck out of, because I swear the dude looked like her might not even answer just to avoid talking with her.
"Yes Rachel?" Schuester replied with a sigh. I wonder if she feels bad knowing that not even teachers want to listen to her. I don't know if that makes me happy or not.
"Well, it's not that I don't love this idea, because I really do, but, um, don't you think that some people might have a problem with this assignment? I mean not everyone can relate their lives to a Disney movie..." She trailed off, lowering her hand in a timid fashion that was very un-Rachel. I looked right at her, and my eyes narrowed into slits. I saw her sneak a glance my way, but my Puckzilla glare must have scared her shitless, because she looked away twice as fast. Serves her right. How dare she! I can deal with my own fucking shit.
I heard Schue tell her to shove it, and for once she did. I kept watching her as everyone else started talking about which songs they wanted to do. I wanted to get the fuck out of there, but I couldn't stop releasing my hate through my eyes.
I hated her more than ever just then. I guess it wasn't really her fault, but I did, I really fucking did. It just wasn't fair! I wanted to throw shit around. I hadn't felt like this since I was an actual child. Even then, I couldn't help but hate her.
Finally the bell rang out and we were all allowed to go home. I couldn't wait to take the rage out on the Pucking Bag. As I made my way to the door though, I saw something that for some reason, increased my anger. Berry looked extremely uncomfortable with Finn standing over her. They appeared to be talking amicably, but Berry's eyes kept twitching about.
"Great, see you tomorrow." Finn smiled at her before running out to Quinn. I saw Berry let out a breath, but I also saw her shoulders grow tense. A little of my anger subsided then.
I definitely hated Berry, and I had absolutely no sympathy for the fucking goody goody, but when it came to her love life, I think everyone felt sorry for her. Even me. Ever since her bot mitzfa she'd had Jacob Ben-Israel all over her, but that was it until high school. Her first kiss had been truth or dare during my bar mitzfa, and she had cried when I'd tried to slip her the tongue. All through high school the only time a boy approached her was when they had a slushy in their hand. It never seemed to faze her though, she always seemed fine with boys not liking her. When we had been going out I asked her why, and she had said the most Berry thing.
"Of course I don't care about that." She laughed. I gave her a weird look. "Fannie Brice wasn't considered pretty by anyone, until that one special guy, Nick Arnstein. So even if no one thinks I'm a catch now, one day that really special guy will." She beamed. "Otherwise he wouldn't be special, right?" I looked at her for a second, she looked happy.
"Geez Berry, no one said you weren't pretty. Would I be going out with you if you weren't?" He looked away from her and crossed his arms over his chest. "Now come on, we gotta get going." He said grabbing her hand and pulling before she could say anything. She looked like she was about to retort, but then she just smiled.
"Okay Noah."
Man and that was only until she actually had Finn! Man had that guy fucked with her head. He definitely wasn't Nick Whateverstein, he was always trying to change her. I'm surprised he didn't want her to have Quinn's nose, honestly. Man, every time I thought about how much Finn messed with Rachel, I get serious protective instincts. It's not that I don't hate her, because I do, but ever since Beth, all I can think about when it comes to girls I know getting hurt or heart broken, I can't help thinking what if some guy did that to my daughter. I hadn't hooked up with any non-cougars since then.
I finally pulled my truck into the my drive way. Man I was tired. I made myself a sandwich and poured myself a glass of OJ, and went up to my room. After I finished eating, and I got down to my boxers, I couldn't help but lie in bed and think about the Glee assignment this week. Fucking Disney. I knew why Berry had said what she did. I hated her for that.
When I was seven my dad left. My sister was only three, and my mom was totally wrecked. The only thing that really kept her together was the Temple. Yeah, the Temple. The one place my dad had never stepped foot. Long story short, until I was about twelve, we got mega kosher up in my house. No bacon, no pork chops, no eating without the prayer, no one was aloud to skip Temple, or after service schooling, and definitely no ant-Jewish cartoons. Yeah I said it, Disney was a racist. So I've never seen any Disney movies. Okay, maybe when I was like five or six I watched a Disney princess movie with Berry that I don't remember, but that is the full extent.
And she knows. Stupid Berry knows that. It's stupid I guess, but it just pisses me off that she would hint to it like that in front of people! Fuck I'm an idiot, it's not like it even matters that I haven't seen any Disney movies, who cares?
I couldn't take it any more, so with a sigh I rolled over and fell asleep.
I only saw her a little in the halls until History, but she looked nervous. However, as soon as she took her seat in class she looked just as chipper as usual, maybe even more so. UHG! She made me want to punch a wall! I'd been slightly pissed off for no reason all day, and I couldn't shake it at all. Her and her over achieving ass can be off all morning, and then bounce back before lunch. I hated how much I hated her. I hated having to spend time and thoughts on her.
"Hey Berry, what's got you so chipper?" I asked her snidely. She exaggerated her sigh into this really annoyingly loud release of air. Man she even made sighing annoying!
"If you must no you big brute, I'm 'chipper' as you so sarcastically put it, because I'm having a a Disney movie marathon tonight with not just Finn, but also Mercedes and Kurt." She replied in such a stupid way, as if it were just the best thing in the world. God she was ridiculous! She was a fucking joke! Sometimes I wondered if people were going to jump out with cameras and tell me this was some kind of realty TV shit.
I started cracking up, I couldn't help it. I didn't stop either, not until the teacher shushed me, but even then I kept quietly snickering in her ear, just to tug her overly tight strings. I made fun of her all through the hour, finding merriment in an otherwise dull class. By the end of it I was surprised smoke wasn't coming out of her ears. I pushed by her still laughing as I made my exit.
"Couldn't you just be tolerable for once Noah Puckerman? Do you always have to be a complete disgrace to chivalry and manners or do you simply force yourself to be a total imbecile for the rest of your pack of ridiculous blunder-heads? I honestly don't know which thought is worse! That you don't have the good sense and graces I'm sure your mother taught you, because you really are that idiotic; or that you choose to act like a neanderthal just to fit in with the rest of them!" My anger rose to the top of all my other thoughts, and I opened my mouth to say something cruel, but she turned on her heal and stormed off before I could get a word out.
My flaming anger turned into rage. "I think a certain itty bitty bitch needs to be put in her place." I growled out to the team mates I had around me.
"Agreed." Karofsky smirked next to me.
I watched gleefully as she approached her locker, and more importantly, Karofsky and her punishment. She looked momentarily stumped, and I took a bit of pride in making that look appear on her face. But as soon as it appeared it vanished replaced by her usual resolve. She went straight towards Karofsky without looking any where else and stopped right in front of him.
"Alright Karofsky, do your worst, I'm not scared of a homophobic neanderthal like you." I suddenly remembered that this was sort of a personal insult, sending the big scary homophobe at her. She did have two gay dads. For some reason though, after these thoughts passed through my head, I didn't feel guilty, I felt even more excited for what was to come.
"You asked for it Berry." Karofsky said gleefully. And I felt his glee, I felt his glee as much as Berry was feeling the icy coldness of the grape slushy on her head. I high-fived Karofsky as he walked away.
"At least it's grape, right?" I teased.
"Noah Puckerman you intolerable prat! I hate you and your stupid team of gorillas! Why are you even part of Glee Club? You clearly aren't proud to be there like the rest of us." I opened my mouth to tell her she was a bat shit crazy bitch, but she beat my words out with her own. "I don't have time to listen to your rude remarks, I have to go home and get changed before the ten minute break is over." And for the second time that day Berry turned away from me and left, leaving me even more angry than I was before. I growled in frustration and kicked a locker.
I skipped the rest of my classes that day, I was to angry to focus any way, so instead I went home and beat the shit out of my punching bag. My mom was at work and my sister was at school, so when I was done I texted Cheeri-ho number 3 on my phone for a quickie. I would have texted 1 or 2, but it was so obvious they were lesbians...
My Cheeri-ho play mate left right after, which was good because my mom would be home by six. I ate dinner quickly with my mom and my sister, and then I was out like a light. Fuck Berry, fuck today.
Yay! All done! I got lots and lots of feedback and alerts and favorites and I am so happy! Although some of you blocked private messaging so I couldn't thank you! So I am thanking you now! Thanks so much everyone! I noticed that no one has named the story, does that mean you like the name? I liked it, but it didn't really fit this story...It was more of a Quinn focused title in my opinion...Please review!
