Author's Chapter Notes:
I actually have yet to actually watch all of glee (besides the last 10 episodes of season 3), so bear with me x-x

-(SECOND DAY OF 9TH GRADE/HIGHSCHOOL)-
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Once again, you burst through the front double doors of the school, but this time more forcefully. You snarl and glare and even shove kids who are in your way into lockers. Finally you come upon just the man you were looking for, Noah Puckerman of the football team.
"Hey Puck" you greet him with a warm smile.
"Hey Quinn, what's up?"
"Do you think you can do me a favor?" you ask innocently , your smile turning evilish.
"Uhm, suuure?" he replies with a questioning look on his face.
You tell him about a fun idea that you have and he instantly agrees with a wicked grin on his face.

First bell rings and you go to class. Sitting in the back row in a corner again you wait for Rachel to get in the room. Once she does, she instantly spots you and heads right over. "Not today RuPaul" you smirk at her and then wave down another Cheerio to take the seat next to you. Jaw slightly opened, she turns around and heads to the other corner of the classroom in the back and sits down at the table all by herself.

All during class your snuck looks out of the side of your vision at Rachel to see how she was responding to the new seating arrangement. Time passed quickly and soon the bell rang. You hurry out of the class room before her and check the hall. You notice the group of jocks holding slushies and as Rachel walks out of the room, you look at them and nod her way. They head after her and you head after behind them a bit. You lean up a locker as you watch them corner Rachel.
"Hey you, watch out for who you decide to hang with" one of them said and then looked at the others to signal them and then they all threw their slushies of different colors all over her. She stands there, soaking wet, with her jaw gaping. She watches you as you saunter your way over to her.
"Never sit next to me or interact with me ever again, you understand?" you ordered in her face.
She remains silent, gulps, and then slowly nods at you.
"Good" you turn around and head off to your next class.

The rest of the day she stares off into nowhere as she sits as far away from you as possible in your classes. Soon enough its already lunch time and you head off to the lunch room and sit at the Cheerios table. You decided to lay off the slushies for the rest of the day, since the earlier incident seemed to be sufficient enough. Rachel was nowhere to be seen; you had expected as much.
"So Q, I heard about what you did today." Santanna says as she sits next to you. "Wish I had been there to see her face, I bet it was priceless" she laughs as she imagines it.
"It sure was, S" you beam.
Lunch ended and you never saw Rachel for the rest of the day. She must of figured that the best thing was to not even see you in the hallways.

Later that night as you lay on your bed, you let out a big sigh as you go over what had happened today in your mind. You recall the slushying in your mind and study what had happened. You really hadn't been paying attention at the time, and to be honest, you really didn't want to. You knew it might be something that you wouldn't want to see. But with Santanna bringing it up, you review Rachel's expression and your smile immediatly fades. After what you had said, she looked like you had just shattered her heart into a million pieces. And then in class, she looked hollow, like she no longer had any life in her. You suddenly feel ill as you take in what exactly you had done to her. Anger rises up in you. You didn't want to break her, you just wanted to make her distance herself from you. You didn't want to be involved with her in any way possible because you weren't sure what would end up happening to you. You need to be punished; and you know how. You run off to the bathroom and lock the door. You strip off your clothes and grab the razors from where you had hidden them before. You then carefully sit down in the tub and take off your bandages from before. You look at your previous marks and rub your index finger over them. Taking one of the blades, you place it on your skin. You take a deep breath in and out and then push down. Hard. You want this to be as painful as you can, to reprimand yourself for causing her pain. You need to do this. You drag the blade heavily across your skin over and over on the same spot, causing a deep gash to be created. As you watch yourself do this, silent tears fall down your face. A half an hour later, you're stareing at your fresh wound, watching the blood flood out of you. If this was any other wound, you would probably go to the hospital and get stitches. But in this case, its different. You can't let anyone else know of what you're doing to yourself, because then they won't let you do it anymore. You get out of the tub, clean yourself up, and try to make up for not having stitches by putting a couple of butterfly bandages over it and then wrapping it in some ace bandage. You then wash out the tub, get redressed, and then do some more of your schoolwork.

An hour later after finshing it all, you've started feeling tired, so you do your night time routine and then slide into bed. You fall asleep happily, knowing you've paid back to yourself of what you had done to another.

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Chapter End Notes:
a lil short but oh well. It'll set it up for more I suppose. I swear the next chapters will be longer ok
feel free to tell me whatcha think