Ashley's POV
I had to say that I was a little upset that Stacey didn't want to join Glee Club with us. I've been doing my best to be a good friend, but she's so cynical now. I seriously believe that she is going to be better in all of this. I mean she's my friend. She can't just die, right?
I walked down the hallway in my cheerleading uniform. If there was one thing that I didn't like about being a cheerleader, it was the coach. Sue Sylvester was like Kim Jong-Un. I couldn't even fathom why a woman in her 50s would want to coach cheerleading in the first place. She was a cranky old woman, but I would never say that to her face.
As I walked down the hallway, I couldn't help but notice a girl with long brown hair wearing a pastel blue dress. She had these kind of Asian eyes. I think that she was Filipino. I also got a sense of that I had seen her before. I decided to go over and talk to her.
"Excuse me. This may seem like a weird question, but did I have sex with you at some point?" I asked her.
"What? No." She answered with a blush.
"Then did we make out or something, because I know that I've seen you before?" I told her.
"I'm sorry, but I think you have me confused for someone else." She declared. That I knew was a lie. I was pretty sure that I had made out with her a party.
"Okay, if you say so." I told her. "I'm Ashley Puckerman."
"I'm Anastasia Campbell, but everyone calls me Ana." She replied. "Anyway, I need to get to class and just to be clear I don't like girls."
That was another lie. Closeted girls are such a pain, though they're sometimes better than out girls.
I walked into my first period homeroom class and was met by a woman with familiar blonde hair.
"Quinn, what are you doing here?" I asked as I gave my sister-in-law a hug.
"I teach here now." She declared. "I'm in charge of Creative Writing and I'm also going to be leading the Glee Club."
"Is Noah back?" I questioned. I hadn't heard anything from him.
"No, he's still got another year." She explained. That was what I thought. I then realized that she was leading the Glee Club.
"I can't believe that you're in charge of the Glee Club." I responded.
"Well Glee Club gave me confidence while I was pregnant." She explained. "I never would have made it into Yale without it."
She actually graduated top of her class and had written a best-selling novel.
"So did you sign up?" She asked me.
"Yes and so did Stevie, but Stacey wasn't interested." I replied as I took my seat. "I really don't know what to do about her."
"Well Sam told me about her and it's really stressful for their family right now." Quinn responded before the bell rang.
Stevie's POV
I walked to my Junior English class. I really didn't have a lot of friends in my own year. Actually, I didn't have a lot of friends period. I mean I was captain of the soccer team, but since this is America, no one cares about that, despite the fact that we made the World Cup final in 2014 before losing.
I sat next to a guy with shaggy blonde hair. He was dressed in a tank top with a shell necklace and cargo shorts. It looked a bit odd to me. He looked kind of like a surfer even there was nowhere to surf here since we are landlocked.
"Hey, Bro, I'm James." He greeted me.
"Stevie." I replied as I shook his hand. He seemed like he was a nice guy.
After class, we walked out together. I waved at Ashley in the hallway.
"Is that your girl?" He asked me.
"No, she's just a friend and she never will be my girl because she's gay." I explained. "So are you from California because you look it."
"Yeah, I'm from Santa Barbara. I wasn't exactly happy because they're nowhere to surf around here." He answered. "But you know what they say que sera, sera."
"I don't speak Spanish." I told him.
"It means whatever will be, will be." He replied. "So I guess I'll see you around."
Okay, so he was kind of strange, but he also seemed cool and I want to make some friends. I mean things still weren't easy at home. Stacey's growing cynicism is kind of annoying. I mean there's still a chance for a miracle. I'm pretty sure that she's going to make it. I mean there is still plenty of room for happy endings. She says that I've been watching too many movies.
Stacey's POV
I walked down the hallway after coming out of my class when I felt the need to go to the bathroom. I went inside and began to lean over the toilet as the liquid came out of my mouth. This was a symptom that I was used to by now.
"Are you okay in there?" A girl asked me from outside of the stall.
"I'm fine." I answered. I then came out of the stall and the girl was still standing there. She had long brown hair and blue eyes, like Ashley did, but she was shorter, taller than me but shorter than Ashley. She was wearing a red dress with a white cardigan.
"Oh my god, you don't look healthy at all." She told me as she put her hand on my shoulder and gave me a paper towel to wipe my mouth off. "Is it cancer? Maybe food poisoning. My mom's a doctor. I can take you to see her if you want."
"No, it's not any of that. I know what's wrong with me." I declared. "I have a kidney disease."
"Are you on dialysis?" She asked me. "I'm Chloe Mead by the way. Do you need a new kidney? What blood type are you?"
"I'm not going to let you give your kidney to me." I told her as I separated myself from her. "I'm pretty sure that I'm going to die, but I don't want to take a kidney from someone that is alive. I just want to be at school right now and live my life until it's over."
"Well can you at least tell me your name?" Chloe questioned as she took out what looked like a medical pad and pencil. Did this girl think that she was a doctor?
"Look, I'm not looking to make any friends." I stated before I walked out of the bathroom. She seemed to only be interested in me because I was sick. I have to admit that she seems more dedicated than most people that say that want to be a doctor at this age. She probably only wants to help me, but I don't need any help. Unless someone who is an organ donor with the same blood type as me dies in the next few weeks, I'm not going to get better. I've accepted that and I really wished that everyone else would.
Ashley's POV
So I decided in between my classes that I wanted Ana to be my new conquest. I've never been with a Filipino girl before. I noticed her in the hallway and began to walk over to her. No sooner than did I reach did a girl with blonde hair attached herself to my arm.
"Baby, what are we doing tonight?" The girl inquired.
"Leslie, we've gone out once and had sex twice." I pointed out. "I am not your baby and you're definitely not my girlfriend."
Leslie then slapped me and walked away. I rubbed my face and began to speak.
"I'm sorry about that." I told her. "What I wanted to say to you was that I know that you were lying and I know that you remember our PG13 encounter from over the summer. The thing is that you make me interested in you. I want to take you out a date."
"So what you can fuck me and leave me like that you did to that girl?" She quipped. "I only made out with you because I was drunk. I told you that I don't like girls."
"Alcohol doesn't make you someone else." I challenged. "It makes you more likely to let go of your fears and inhibitions. You wanted to kiss me."
"It's not gonna happen." Ana told me before she closed her locker and walked away.
"Did a girl just reject you?" Stevie asked as he appeared behind me.
"Give me a week and she'll be all over me." I boasted. "So have you seen Stacey today by any chance?"
"No, but I heard that she got sick in the bathroom earlier today." He explained. "That's the third time in four days that she's thrown up. I think that she's getting worse."
Later in the afternoon, Stevie and I were at Glee auditions. I watched as the first person walked on the stage. He was African-American and wearing a Charlotte Hornets jersey, also known as the team Michael Jordan owns.
"My name is Mike Glass and I will be performing 'Can't Hold Us' by Macklemore." He announced to Quinn.
Return of the Mike, get up, what it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn't
Looking for a better way to get out of bed instead of looking on the internet
And checking a new hit me get up, fresh out pimp struck walking a little bit of humble little bit
Of cautious somewhere in-between like Rocky and Cosby sweatergang nope-nope yall can't copy
Yup bad moonwalking this here is our party my posse's been on Broadway and we did it our way
Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones into everything that I record to it
Let that stage light go and shine down on me, got that Bob Barker suit and plinko in my style
Money stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds, but I do that to pass the torch
And put it on for my town, trust me i-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t hustler chasing dreams since I was 14
With the four track bussing halfway cross that city with the backpack crushing
Caution, labels out here no they can't tell me nothing
We gave that to the people, spread it across the country
Caution, labels out here no they can't tell me nothing
We gave that to the people, spread it across the country
Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us
Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us
Wow, he was pretty good. I didn't think that there would be any rappers trying out. Next it was my turn.
"My name is Ashley Puckerman and I will be performing 'Wanted' by Hunter Hayes." I declared before I began to sing. It was too bad that I couldn't sing this to Ana. Serenading is a great way to get girls to fall.
You know I'd fall apart without you
Don't know how you do what you do
Cause everything that don't make sense about me
Makes sense when I'm with you
Like everything that's green girl, I need you
But it's more than one and one makes two
You gotta put aside the math and the logic
You gotta know you're wanted too
I wanna wrap you up, I wanna kiss your lips I
I wanna make you feel wanted, I wanna call you mine
I wanna hold your hand forever, And never let you forget it
Yeah, I wanna make you feel wanted
Next was Stevie's turn.
"My name is Stevie Evans and I will be performing 'Demons' by Imagine Dragons." He stated.
When the days are cold and the cards all fold
And the saints we see are all made of gold
When your dreams all fail and the ones we hail
Are the worst of all and the blood's run stale
I wanna hide the truth, I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside, there's nowhere we can hide
No matter what we breed, we are made of greed
This is my kingdom come, this is my kingdom come
When you feel my ear, look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide
Don't get too close, it's dark inside
It's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide
Stacey's POV
I had to wait for Stevie to be done with auditions before I could leave since I couldn't drive, not being old enough or able. I was waiting outside when suddenly my phone began to ring. It was my mom. I pressed the send button and answered it.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Stacey, I'm coming to the school right now to pick you up." She told me.
"Why?" I asked in confusion.
"Because a young woman was killed in a car accident while texting earlier today." She explained. "While that's generally not good news, she was an organ donor and the same blood type as you. Since there was no one else on the donor's list that matched, they want to give you both of her kidneys."
I couldn't believe it. I was sure that I was going to die. Mom came and picked me up and I met with Dr. Mead who was going to be performing the procedure. I guess Chloe's mom was a doctor. I found myself lying on a table before I was giving the anesthetic and drifted into unconsciousness.
So it looks like Stacey is going to get better. We also met Ana, Mike, (played by B.o.B.) James, and Chloe (played by JoJo) in this chapter. At this time, I still need a bisexual male character. Please don't forget to review.
