OKAY! Don't hate me if the personalities of the characters are not right! I base this story off of my friends and I and what happens in our lives (well, it inspires me at least). So, what do you think will happen? Will Cameron call? Where is Damsay going? Are they still in Glee club? (Yes) Find out the answers to those and other questions that you may have had in this chapter!

ALSO! I know that there is a glee episode called Rumors, I thought the name just fit this chapter and I am trying to not use Glee songs (the carnival chapter is an exception). Enjoy!

Dear Diary,

After the pool party Friday at Samuel's house I was just happy. I spent both Saturday and Sunday with Damian. Mostly at my house, but it was still nice being with him. We are officially dating and officially not telling anyone! We texted Samuel, Puck, and Marissa making them swear that they wouldn't tell anyone anything that had happened at Samuel's house and they agreed.

You would have thought that after such an amazing weekend nothing could make the following week bad, right? Wrong. By the time that school was over I had heard multiple rumors about some of the other glee kids that I never thought I would hear:

Samuel asked out Emily

Emily took her shirt off in front of Samuel

Finn had taken to dressing in black

Quinn was dirty texting Samuel

Quinn asked out Finn

Before I continue maybe I should explain what grade everyone is in. I never thought that it would matter but with the rumors going around, I should get it straight. With all of the people whom I have mentioned so far the sophomores are: Hannah, Emily, Damian, Bryce, Marissa, Samuel, and I; and the seniors are: Quinn, Finn, Puck, and Sam. I hope that makes it clearer.

Once the final bell rang I went to the choir room, I was one of the first there so I sat down in the second row. After a while everyone started showing up. I felt bad for Samuel, Emily, and Quinn; Finn not so much. As it turned out Finn had taken to dressing in black but not as bad as I had thought, he wore a leather jacket and black skinny jeans instead of his usual letterman jacket and loose blue jeans now. Rumors 1, 3, and 5 turned out to be right while the three mentioned beforehand were pissed off that the rumors were going around. I was shocked that no one had mentioned Damian and me but then again, we aren't exactly the topic of interest in comparison.

Mr. Shue walked in and didn't notice the tension which shocked me. He usually caught up on this stuff; I guess it was just not his week. He started by introducing two new students into the Glee club. Wait, two? Everyone was curious how we had two new students in one day. The auditions for Glee club had been a few weeks ago when school started, how could two new guys just walk in?

With a big grin on his face Mr. Shue introduced the first kid whom was named Kurt Hummel. All of the seniors jumped up and tackled the kid while Mr. Shue explained to the rest of us that during his sophomore year Kurt had been a part of New Directions but then switched over to the Warblers. I couldn't really see Kurt because of all of the bodies around him but when everyone sat down I recognized him. Looking next to me at Damian I saw his face turn pale.

"Isn't that one of the boys from the carnival?" the whisper was barely audible but I still heard it.

"Yah, he is the one who had eyes for you." I traced my finger on his not to tight, not to baggy jeans but then I remembered that we weren't dating, at least not publically yet. Mr. Shue then introduced the next new comer. A tall kid named Cameron Mitchell, he didn't get a bunch of people running up to hug him but instead stood next to Kurt where he was now standing next to the glossy black piano.

Cameron was tall, with dark blonde hair, an awkward posture, and nerd glasses. Oh crap! I looked down at my feet as I recognized the newer kid. Trying to hide my face failed as Mr. Shue introduced us one by one and I was forced to look up at the two. Cameron was looking at me in a strange way; a concentrated, excited sort of way… and I didn't like it.

They were told to sit down so Kurt took the seat in between Damian and Hannah while Cameron took the seat next to me. After I thought that it couldn't get any worst we were told the assignment for the week.

"Duets! Each of you will be paired with another person in the room and you will be expected to do a duet with them by Friday." I grabbed Damian's hand. I wanted to be partnered with Damian so badly but of course that just meant that I would get anyone but Damian.

The pairs were called out. Somehow Mr. Shue had heard about all of the couples so he paired them together. Hannah and Bryce, Emily and Samuel, Quinn and Finn; then after that the pairings seemed to be random. Ellis and Matheus, Mckynleigh and Mike, Marissa and Puck, Rachel and Alex, Tina and Artie, Santana and Brittany (I was just happy that I didn't have to work with Santana at this point with the numbers going down), Lauren and Mercedes, then the moment of truth. It took me a second to realize that I would either be working with the guy whom I wanted to work with, a guy who I mislead, or a guy who had a crush on my guy. Please, please, please Damian…

"Lindsay will be working with Cameron and Damian will be working with Kurt." Mr. Shue finished off and told us to get with our partner and start thinking about songs. I turned towards Cameron and put on a smile. I wanted to say sorry for what happened at the fair but he spoke first.

"Hey, you were the girl who gave me your number at the fair, right?" His face was serious and I was terrified that everyone heard him but no one gave us any attention.

"Umm, yah, I am sorry about that." I ran my hand through my brown hair and looked down.

"What is there to be sorry about?" He put a finger under my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking into his eyes. His voice was so innocent, and I felt so guilty.

"Umm, it is nothing really." That is where the topic was dropped and we started thinking of songs. I wasn't really in it but if Cameron saw that then he didn't say anything. I looked him in the eyes every dozen seconds or so and I kept on thinking about how cute he looked at the carnival and how cute he looked now. STOP IT! You have a boyfriend remember? Cameron suggested that we sing Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol and I agreed. I didn't care; I just wanted to get away from the choir room.

After rehearsal was done I walked with Damian to his car and he started talking about Kurt. Damian started explaining over the top how close Kurt would get and how his eyes were always invaded by Kurt's. I wasn't jealous about how close Kurt was to Damian, wasn't mad, wasn't anything. All I could think about was Cameron. It was awkward since I was unofficially dating Damian but just the thought of singing with Cameron was…nice.

Once we got to his house we went up to his room to go online and look for good duet songs. I kept on joking about how he should sing a love song but he just kept on giving me that over serious look that always makes me laugh. After going through many a love song, we found Green Day's Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Damian's joke was that his dream of singing a duet with me was broken by Kurt. It was harsh but I had laughed so much already that at the slightest sound I was unable to breathe from laughter.

We then watched some funny but stupid YouTube videos and he drove me home. It was nice, like we were just a couple of friends hanging out. The drive from his house to mine wasn't long and once we got to my house he stopped the car.

"Goodnight my little star." He kissed me on the lips for a second. I was caught off guard. I shouldn't have been, but I was.

"Goodnight my lucky charm." Remember how I said I didn't like that nickname? I couldn't think of a better one. I grabbed my backpack from the bed and walked inside. Unable to think to do anything I just walked into the living room and crashed on the couch. Wow I am tired. I looked up at the clock, 6:35, I hadn't even realized how exhausted I was from the day until my head hit a cushion and I went into dream mode.

I was in my pajamas. Not my cute light blue night gown that makes my eyes look amazing, but my dad's old pajama bottoms and a grey shirt three sizes too big. My eyes were closed so I don't know how I knew what I was wearing, I just knew. I was lying on my side on my queen sized bed and I had, what felt like a pillow, pressed against my back but it didn't feel like a pillow. It was warm and moving. The breath on my neck made me want to open my eyes but I kept them closed. I wish I could say that I just enjoyed the moment so much that I didn't want it to end but I didn't want to see who the other person in the bed was.

After a minute of nothing but laying there I opened my eyes and looked down at the arm that was covering my stomach. It was Damian's arm. I turned over and saw the Irish boys' face, eyes closed and breathing softly on my neck. He was pulled in so closely I couldn't help myself. While in my dream state, where I ultimately had no chance at actually controlling what I was going to do next, I kissed him. It was nothing really and I felt nothing. When I pulled away I was looking into Cameron's eyes. No glasses just Cameron's eyes.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

I woke up around nine to the sound of my phone going off and checked the lit up screen. My eyes were still in sleep mode so I ignored the text and went up to my room thinking about reading the text later. I didn't understand why a dream of kissing Damian had turned into a fantasy about Cameron but I just brushed it off. It was just because you have to sing with him tomorrow. I grabbed my laptop and turned it on while taking it to my bed. Now checking my phone I realized that it was a text from Hannah with shocking news involving Rachel, Samuel, and rumor number six.

That bastard! I couldn't believe it. Not a word of it. Of course I knew that Rachel and Samuel had a bit of a past and that last time something happened between them that was supposed to be secret Rachel had told everyone.

You see, what happened was that last year when a big group of us were at Samuel's house for his birthday he and Rachel wandered off a bit while the rest of us stayed in his living room. None of us thought anything about it but by that time next week it was common news amongst us that Rachel had given Samuel head. We didn't yell at Rachel, we yelled at Samuel. He should have known better than to take advantage of Rachel like that! He put the blame back on Rachel but after a few weeks we stopped talking about it all together.

Now? Now it is worst. Apparently over the weekend they went to third base. Let me remind you of something. We all talked to Rachel about this last time and to not, let me repeat, not, to go all the way with him because he would just use her; and that Samuel is dating Emily. Did you hear that? SAMUEL HAS A GIRLFRIEND AND HE CHEATED ON HER!

In a few words, Samuel cheated on Emily with Rachel; oh, and now I want to punch Samuel in the face. Do you think that it is too harsh? I don't think it is harsh enough. All I can do now is stop Hannah from telling Emily about this. She knows that if Emily finds out he will blame her, and she has told him all of her secrets. I haven't, so I want to take the fall. I don't want Hannah to be hurt by what Samuel and Rachel did. Of course Hannah won't let me fall alone so we agreed to tell Emily together tomorrow.

Samuel is turning into a man whore, and Rachel is turning into a whore. I don't like it. Since Samuel is a major flirt times three we always joke about him being a man whore, but now it is for real. He is turning into Santana and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

If you don't already know, Santana is the biggest slut at school and with it the biggest bitch. She is in theatre with Samuel, Bryce and I and she makes sure to, every day, torture Samuel. I don't think that I will be able to stand another day of her doing this. When we are in the three rows of theatre style chairs she sits behind him and kicks him in the head. Do you want to know the worst of it? Now she has a mini clone, Ellis, who does the same thing every day. He has told me that he will end up switching out of the class just to get away from those two; if he does those two will have a lot to be sorry for.

Falling asleep was not easy. All I could think about was how much I hated Samuel, and how bad I felt for Emily. Tomorrow is not going to be a good day.

Hannah got to Emily before I did. First period theatre was normal. Santana and Ellis tortured Samuel, Cameron was put in our class and he has the same sense of humor as Samuel, and we worked on scene stuff. Second period passed but it wasn't until the break between first and second period that everything blew up.

Emily was pissed off at Rachel, Hannah felt guilty for telling, and Samuel went from pissed off to numb. I left the yelling and blame to go to my next class, which I have with Samuel. I barely got to class on time and Samuel was five minutes late. The teacher didn't notice she was on her laptop doing something while the rest of us were talking.

The girl on my left handed me a note and pointed to the boy on the other side of her. I looked over at him and recognized Samuel instantly. I read the note but couldn't understand the words fast enough.

Please punch me in the face at lunch.

It was disturbing in a way. Samuel was always the cocky one, the strong guy and now he wants to be punched in the face?

I can't do it… Sure, there were times where I kind of wanted to punch Samuel but… I don't know. He seemed so vulnerable; I couldn't see him physically hurt at a time like this.

Samuel, I'm sorry that it happened. This time I am staying indifferent on the matter.

I simply wasn't going to get in the middle of this one. I handed the note with my added comment back to the girl to hand to Samuel. A minute later it was back in my hands and I was reading his response.

Well, I hate myself for it. I wasn't thinking and thought nobody would find out. So go ahead and do your worst, I deserve it…

I felt numb. I didn't know what to do. My body couldn't move the way I wanted it to. My hands folded the note and put it in my backpack before we got caught.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

My phone was vibrating in my pocket so I thought I would ignore it until after class. A minute later I couldn't help myself. I grabbed the hall pass and left the classroom before my teacher could say anything and headed to the nearest bathroom. I had no idea where I was walking; I couldn't even feel myself walk.

After a minute I was walking into a bathroom stall and closing the door. My hand dug my phone out of my pocket and my eyes closed in on my newest text.

I know that you all must think I am a stupid freaking bastard and couldn't agree with you more, so please I'm begging you whatever you see fit as punishment whether it be emotional or physical please do your worst and if you want to kick me out of glee club, go for it I deserve it.

He wants to be out of Glee club? No, my mind countered itself quickly. He feels that he doesn't deserve to be in glee anymore. He wants to be hurt, punished for what he did. I don't know what I should have done…

I just walked back out of the stall and went back to class.

I sat down unnoticed and expressionless as the teacher started talking about the Enlightenment, but I couldn't hear her.

Writing the notes that were on the board was an automatic gesture. Every few seconds I looked over at Samuel, he was doing the same as me. Writing notes; no emotion, no life, just writing notes.

I know exactly what he did, how he did it, and who he hurt; but I also knew that he felt like frap for it and that he knows he was an idiot. All I wanted to do was hug him. Not say that everything was okay, not say that he did the right thing, but let him know that this isn't the end.

Do you want to know the irony of it all? At the pool party at Samuel's house on Friday he said that he would wait until 17 for his first time unless he met someone special. To think that he has known Rachel for over a year now…

I tried bringing emotion to my face; happiness, anger. Nothing, not even stage crying worked.

It was then that the teacher told us to get into our groups for the project that we were working on. I headed over to Samuel and took the seat behind him. I tapped his shoulder and leaned forward a little bit so I could whisper into his ear.

"I can't punch you in the face." He turned towards me with a sad look on his face. Not a puppy dog sad look, but real sadness. It just made me want to hug him more.

The teacher walked up to us with Cameron. "Do you guys mind if Cameron here works with you? There is an odd number of people and Lindsay; he said that he knows you from Glee Club." She walked away not knowing about what happened. I welcomed him and he sat down.

Everyone was talking but us. The teacher quieted everyone down and told each group what they would be doing for the project. Basically, the overall project is making a facebook page for whoever we get from the time period of the enlightenment. We got John Locke and Samuel and Cameron went…crazy. They started talking about the TV show Lost and I got, pardon the pun, lost. Class ended and we all exchanged phone numbers, saying that we would have to get together over the weekend to work on the project.

Cameron walked one way and Samuel and I walked another. I seriously wanted to just hook my arm around Samuel's and lean my head on his shoulder but at this school, I didn't need a rep. We just continued talking about what happened and I could just tell that Samuel was terrified about what everyone else thought on the matter of him cheating. I was terrified about it too. I didn't want to lose Samuel because of something stupid that he did.

Once we got to our lunch table the only other girl there was Marissa. All of the other girls were gone, avoiding Samuel most likely.

You know? The thing that really started to get me mad was something that was said when everything blew up. Mckynleigh blamed the whole thing on Samuel and said that she was always on Rachel's side. She said it like everything is always Samuel's fault, like he made her sleep with him. I hated it but I stayed indifferent. Don't get me wrong, I love Rachel and Mckynleigh to bits but it was just… I don't like people, even if they are my sisters, blaming my brother.

No one really seemed to care about anything that happened and lunch went normal. We talked a little about the first football game of the year tomorrow and the dance after it but besides that nothing happened.

I am slightly scared about what will happen in the future regarding this, but until next time.

~Keep it Pearced