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I'm not good with writing Puck probably because I don't really know him that well but I tried. It's especially hard writing him, I had to actually do research XD but anyways, please be nice and review whether it's good or bad :)
This is a short chapter because this is all I could manage to do since exams are coming up.
She doesn't know what to take of it anymore.
She stares at hoodie, more precisely, she stares at Noah's hoodie, once she's safely hidden in her room, after she practically ran away. It looks so out of place amidst her clothes. It's way bigger than her sweaters, the sleeves and the hem hanging way lower than any of her clothes.
She hates how easily he just seems to fall into her life when she's trying so hard not to be wavered by his every little action.
Closing her eyes for a little while, she lets herself daydream about how it would feel to be the one he has his attention on, the one he chased after with that stubborn determination of his.
She quickly pulls herself out of it when she remembers how unproductive and how useless it was. She had her chance but the wrong timing and her attention on the wrong boy ruined them.
Folding the hoodie in her bag, she hopes that it would be enough for her to forget about him. She throws her attention into her homework and studying so she can wipe him out of her mind.
He groans and scrubs a hand over his face when he remembers the conversation he had with Azimio.
"Why are you so hung up on it man?" Azimio asks with an ugly smirk on his face. "I just gave Rachel Berry the shower she needed."
It took a huge part of him not to instantly deck the douchebag but he holds it in.
He knows pretty well that the scowl on his face is telling enough. Seeing Azimo take an involuntary step back is a small victory itself.
Ignoring the other students, no doubt, waiting for a beat down to occur, he advances towards the other boy.
He easily sees through the fake bravado on Azimio's face.
He doesn't have Finn's height but the muscle and the anger coursing through him gives him an upper hand.
"Don't you ever come near her or I'll shove your hockey stick so far up your ass, you'll be coughing it out for the rest of your pitiful excuse of a life." The threat comes out low and vicious through his clenched jaw.
Azimo scoffs after a little prodding from his lackeys. "Why? Don't want us messing with your little side freak when you're too busy fucking the chastity queen wanna be?"
No one lays a hand on Puck's girl, ex or raging bitch.
The final step he takes has Azimo pressed against a locker. He grips the collar of Azimio's shirt.
"I dare you to repeat that." The resolve not to hit anyone gets flushed down in instant.
He can almost imagine Berry yipping at him about 'resorting to violence' and 'being a bad influence' once he finishes off Azimio.
"I said," Azimio purposefully says. "That Berry has a nice rack I wouldn't mind tapping, even if-"
Any good humor he had was gone in an instant, replaced by rage. Before he knew it, he had slammed his fist right into the lockers, narrowly missing Azimio's ugly mug.
His other hand tightens his grip on Azimio's shirt.
"I'll give you 5 seconds to get the fuck out of my sight. If I see even a glimpse of you when after those 5 seconds, I'll make do with that hockey stick, so no one, not even your mother will want you." A cruel smirk plays across his face as he remembers how he used to rule the school with an iron fist. The flash of terror in Azimio's eyes tell him that the other boy remembers too.
"Whatever." Azimio tries to play it off, unwilling to look weak with the crowd of spectators around them. "That loser isn't worth it."
Puck lunges toward him, with half mind to actually break his nose this time. It has Azimio scrambling away and out of sight.
The sting of his knuckles scraping against the wood of his desk has him thrown back into reality and wincing.
He was denting lockers and threatening assholes for Rachel fucking Berry. If anyone had told him things would have turned out like this a year ago, he would have laughed and given them the directions to the nearest hospital.
Then he remembers those big brown eyes of hers blinking up at him as she thanked him. Her small hands coming around his arm as he helped her out of his truck. The smell of vanilla hitting him as he leaned into her personal space. Her parted lips and half lidded eyes as stared back at him, his lips just a mere inches away.
Jesus Christ.
He tried to kiss Rachel Berry and with the tightening in his pants, he wouldn't have minded it a single bit.