This one is actually based on my own 8th grade science class experience with a boy whose actually not that different from Puck. Except in my case, the guy was dating one of my best friends. But anyways... I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope ya'll like it! I promise to write some lovey-dovey Quick soon, I've just had a lot of fun writing them arguing with eachother :)
This takes place in Puck & Quinn's 8th grade science class.
Science
Quinn was in the middle of her science test when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned her head slightly.
"What'd you get for number 8?" Puck whispered from the desk behind her.
"I'm not telling you!" She whisper-snapped. Quinn faced the front and went back to working on her test.
Two minutes later she felt him kick the back of her chair. She just ignored him and rolled her eyes.
He tapped her on the shoulder again, this time it actually hurt a little. "What's the answer to number 12?"
She turned her head to look him in the eyes. "Figure it out yourself."
She hurriedly scribbled down the rest of the answers on the test. She knew she would get an A; she had been studying for two weeks. She just liked to take her time so she wouldn't have to be bored waiting for the rest of the class to finish.
Quinn hopped up from her desk and went to the front of the classroom to hand Mr. Burns her test. She smiled proudly as he tried not to roll his eyes.
The second she sat back down, Puck got up to turn his test in. She knew he just circled random answers. There was no doubt in her mind that he would get a big fat F, and she would laugh in his face about it.
"What is this?" She heard Puck ask a few minutes later as she was doodling on her notebook. She turned around to see him holding a tampon in his left hand. Her tampon.
"Puck! Give me my purse back right now!" He must have picked up her purse from the ground by her desk when she got up to turn in her test. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks; she was livid.
He just laughed at her. "Where does this go, exactly?"
"Noah Puckerman, if you do not give me back my purse, I swear…" She took a deep breath. "I'll tell Mr. Burns."
"Quinn Fabray, you are a lot of things, but I know you're not a narc."
"Oh really? You wanna test that theory?" She started to raise her hand.
"Chill, chill Q! Why don't you get that wad out of your panties? I'm sure you'll feel much better."
She just glared at him. "Give. It. Back."
"In a minute." He mumbled as he started to dig through her bag. He pulled out her digital camera. "Got any dirty pics on this?" He smiled that sly smile of his.
Quinn rolled her eyes as Puck flipped through a few of her photos before sticking her camera down his pants and snapping a picture.
"Oh my… you are disgusting!" She could barely contain her rage.
Puck then took a picture of himself making what he thought of as a "sexy face."
"Now when you think about me before bed, you'll have a visual. You won't have to imagine anymore." He winked at her.
"You're a pig." She fired back at him and he dropped the camera back in her purse and put it back on the floor next to her desk. She moved it in front of her feet, just in case.
She sighed heavily before turning around to give Puck the meanest look she could muster. "I hate you." She growled, and then whipped her head back to face the front.
Yes, the Puck in my own scenario stuck my camera down his pants and took a picture, but he deleted it... Reviews make me smile :)
