That's not Berry. But her hair is all shiny and brown-ish black and kinda curly like Berry's. She looked up at me and stared with big eyes. Her face reminded me of Berry, too, except slight different. Her eyes were big like Berry's, but they were a greenish-gray color, her nose was nearly identical to Rachel, and her lips…looked soft and sweet; however they were slightly fuller than Berry's except for her mouth was a little smaller, but it was practically impossible to have a mouth bigger that Berry.
"Did someone call me?" Rachel asked, effectively distracting me and the "Gonzalez" girl from staring at each other.
I stuck the patented Puckerman smirk back on my face and turned to face the doe-eyes diva herself, "Yeah, Berry. I thought someone had finally managed to get you into some actual pants, but it turns out, the miracle has yet to happen."
"I think my bottoms are perfectly sufficient, thank you very much, Noah."
"Noah? Such a nice name for what seems to be quite a dim-witted dude. I mean really, how could you mistake me for Rachel? I'm taller and now that you mention it, I haven't seen her in a pair of pants, yet, either," the girl said, and where does she get the balls to call me dim-witted?! "I doubt an inch really counts as taller, and it's not Noah it's Puck," I growled out.
"Puck?!" She laughed, "You mean Puck as in A Midsummer Night's Dream, Puck? Why would you rather be called Puck than Noah?"
"What the hell is 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'?" I asked her, "And what's so funny about the name Puck?!"
The girl looked at Berry, "Is he serious?" She turned back to me, "Are you familiar with William Shakespeare? Romeo and Juliet? Macbeth? The Taming of the Shrew?"
I just raised my eyebrows and looked at her. She must be related to Berry, I mean they look that much alike and then she goes off when I have no idea what she's talking about.
"Lyla, this is Noah, or rather Puck as he likes being called. However it is not that Puck, it is a derivative of his last name, Puckerman. Noah, this is Lyla," Berry finally intervened. Who knew she could help make things clearer instead of just confusing me all the damn time.
"Well, sorry, Puck, I didn't mean to make fun of your name or confuse you, I just…got carried away. I do that a lot. I'm sorry again," She smiled at me. Maybe she wasn't related to Berry after all, for one her smile wasn't like one Berry's freaky, 5,000 watt smiles and she actually apologized, I don't think I've ever heard Berry apologize.
"Hey everybody-," Mr. Shue started when Quinn raised her hand, "Mr. Shuester, do we have a new student?"
He looked confused, "No, I don't think so, why would you-"
"I think the perky blonde is referring to me," Lyla said, interrupting again.
"Oh, Lyla are you going to audition for Glee?" Shue asked her.
"No thanks, I'm just here because Rachel is my ride. Besides I've never sung in front of anyone."
"Well its an open invitation, Lyla," Mr. S said before he continued in front of the class.
"Yes, sir. Thank you," Lyla replied before sitting back down and reopening her book.
Glee had just ended and Kurt and Mercedes had already made their way over to Lyla. I turned my head to hear what they were saying.
"-have the most amazing eyes. So you - wait - glee to be over to go with -" Kurt was babbling and she had on a polite smile and I realized she must have been bored as hell because she just kept looking over toward Rachel who was talking to Finn. Probably hoping she would stop talking to Lover boy and come save her.
I've never really been the knight-in-shining-armor type of guy, but she was hot and maybe I could get into her pants even though I couldn't get in Rachel's before she broke up with me. Before I could change my mind, I walked over to the threesome; threesome, I chuckled to myself.
"What are you laughing about sexy man?" Kurt asked when he saw me.
"Nothing you'd be interested in," Actually something you'd be all too interested in, I thought to myself. "And would you stop calling me 'Sexy man'?! It's fucking disturbing as hell."
"In my opinion, it's a better nickname than Puck," Lyla looked up at me innocently blinking her eyes, "I mean why would you wanna be compared to either something they throw around in hockey or a woodland sprite/fairy type thing?" Mercedes and Kurt coughed to try and cover their laughter. "In my opinion 'sexy man' describes you much more thoroughly," she raked her eyes from mine down to my feet and back up.
I raised an eyebrow at her forwardness, "So you think I'm sexy?"
"Wasn't that a given, honey? Honestly, who doesn't?" She asked as she walked away swaying her hips with attitude. My eyes followed her as she was Rachel walked out the door, right before she walked out, she turned and winked at me, like she knew I would be watching her.
Oh Fuck, I'm so screwed.