Chapter Two

Rachel's POV

You remember the first time you ever spoke to Quinn. You had been off sick the previous day with a terrible cold. The only subject you had really regretted missing was English, and you timidly asked Quinn for the notes you had missed. You remember the exact words you had used.

"Quinn." You had said, quietly, and she had turned to face you, "hi, um, could I copy your notes from class yesterday?"
"Sure" Quinn had said, and she opened her impeccably neat folder and handed you the first sheet of paper to you with a warm smile.
"Thank you" You said in response. "Do you – do you mind if I photocopy this and give it back to you at lunch or something?"
"Sure" She said again while smiling, before looking back down at her notebook and answering the essay question you had been given.

Later that day, you had returned that sheet to her near the end of lunch. She was sitting in a large group of Cheerios and you had to pass several cheerleaders giving you weird and distasteful looks before you reached Quinn. At that moment in time, you were only getting bullied slightly, only some name-calling and funny looks. Your first slushie hadn't come your way yet.

It was only months and months after that when Quinn became the ringleader that the bullying really started, when the slushie facials began to be ordered by her.

Quinn was talking to Santana, a book in her hands, and you had given her the sheet while getting filthy looks of the other cheerleaders, as if you had no right whatsoever to return something to Quinn. You remember how Quinn took it of you softly and muttered thanks, but couldn't bear to look you in the eye.

You turned to walk away, and all the cheerleaders, including Quinn, erupt into laughter and jeering and you had had to find a bathroom to compose yourself before you could make it to your next lesson.

But you smiled every time you did English revision and you got to the photocopied page of notes in Quinn's delicate neat handwriting.