Eyes glanced around the room as not one word was spilled to Carole. If Finn wasn't going to be the man in this conversation, that I guess I will. I stood, flabbergasting everyone.
"You cant be blaming this on him, he was just trying to do his job!"
Carole crossed her arms and gave me an unconvinced look. "Like what?"
"Trying to protect me."
"From who?!"
"You!" I confessed as her face full of rage wore off and now turned to cold stone. I couldn't take all of this ridiculousness.
"I have been dating your son for less than a week and you're already getting on his case. If hiding our relationship was the only option on the table, then I'm out!"
I began pacing towards the door until Finn called to me.
"Wait!"
For his sake I turned to face him and his frustrated mother who was still in shock.
"How could hide some thing from me?" Carole asked with streams of tears already flowing down her cheeks.
"I always have to! Every time I light a fire in my life, you find a way to burn the forest down. It's as if you keep me in this prison cell and never let me have the chance to experience li-"
"I love you and if I didn't I wouldn't be doing what I do for your protection!"
"Well I love her!"
He didn't. Not here, not now. The room fell silent as all eyes glared at Finn. Carole gave her sons a cautious look and Blaine stood up to take Noah to bed.
"I'm not letting you take away the only thing left that's important to me," Finn confessed as my heart was lifted from that worried and anxious hole within me. I knew I was at least falling in love with Finn, but I guess I was always a little afraid to express it.
"Get out of my house."
The cold tone, breaking me from my trance, aimed at me. Finn glanced at me and shot me an apologetic look.
"See you at school Finn."
I twisted the knob till his mother blurted out what I most absolutely not pleased with hearing.
'I forbid you to speak to her at school and have Blaine be on the look out for you 2."
Okay. I was officially pissed. I turned, marching towards the table.
"You cant do that!"
Carole's hand slapped the wood on the table, startling me.
"Get the fuck out of my house or I will sure as hell do it for you."
A smirk crossed my face as I faced Finn. Planted a strong and firm kiss on his lips that sent my legs shaking.
"Fine," I agreed as Finn's face was expressionless but I knew crave stood behind it. I left the house running down the street so I'd be far enough to call Kurt to pick me up. Just like I said. He's my walking diary. Tonight's entry, the date that now rests in hell.
...
Its been 2 days, or what felt like a lifetime. I needed Kurt now more than ever and thankfully he was. I was still in a depressed state while I played around with the plastic straw in my coffee cup. Kurt sat across from me with a worried expression.
"I don't think this is healthy. You've been doing nothing but pushing away reality and hoping Finn will crawl on his knees and apologize. Well guess what? Get over it. I haven't seen him around have you?"
Yep. He was trashing me. But I didn't have the strength to care. The only thing I could remember was Finn's mother. Demented, evil. Satan in disguise.
"Ok," was all I wanted to get out. The bell had rung and he instantly shot up from the table and marched off in rage. I strolled down the halls and just like always, Finn showed up. We froze in each others stare, not sure what the other person was going to do. He was warned to stay away, but didn't notice Blaine around. Shockingly he paced towards me.
"Look, I'm really sorry about what happened Saturday. My mom can be a real bitch and that's exactly why I didn't want her to know y-"
"So you wanted to live a lie! I'm sorry Finn but I'm not that type of person. I thought you were sincere, polite and charming. Instead you a secret keeping jerk who needs to figure out which line his balls stand on or I'm done!"
Every word pronounced as a threat. The fear in his eyes, swarming with guilt. I felt no passion for him at the moment. If he wanted to fix this he had to be the one to step forward.
"I'm sorry but I'm not the one you should be blaming. It's my mom!"
"But you don't even have the guts to stand up to her!"
"I tried!"
"Well you didn't try hard enough!" I didn't even have the guts look at him as I brushed passed him into my next period. I slammed my binders on the table, startling Kurt who was giving me a questioning look.
"What's up with you, Tony Hawk die?"
"Nothing!..Its nothing," I tried calming down since my erratic behavior was causing some attention. I slouched in my seat with my journal and began Kurt's new article entry. "Douches and Dirt bags."
...
Crumbled pieces of paper, whispering and now note passing. Its' the 4th attempt Finn had tried to get my attention. I did feel a little guilty about what I had said to him. Now that I think about it, it's as if everything is actually my fault. My thoughts currently interrupted by my Communication Application teacher, .
"Now communication is more than just speaking. It's about expressing yourself to others, which is why I want you all to stand at the front of the class and give a little speech portraying the idea of how important impressions are."
A light bulb went off in my head as I suddenly grew interested, with a devious idea behind it. My hand shot into the air, and stuck out like a sore thumb.
" , I would gladly like to present now if you don't mind."
She looked puzzled. Probably shocked from my eagerness to participate.
"The floor is all yours, Berry."
She gestured me to the front, knowing a knot grew in my stomach that was too big to untangle. This could cause some serious damage to Finn and mines relationship. If we have one anymore.
"Impression is just another word for impact. As in the most generous and innocent yet disgusting, cruel and twisted of all people can leave the biggest impact on a persons life."
Finn's expression changing into a glum and guilty tone. The rest of the class nodding in agreement as they were oblivious to my reference.
"Funny thins about impressions, is that we over think them. Trying to make the perfect spark to the flame, then one flaw burns the whole forest down."
As I spoke, I slowly strolled around the room, eventually reaching Finn's desk.
"It's upsetting, knowing how important impressions are. Especially if its for meeting your friends family or perhaps, your boyfriends mother."
Snickers instantly spread across the room as I spoke the last sentence in Finn's ear. I didn't care if he was pissed, I know Kurt was though. He sat on the other side of the room, repeatedly shaking his head. I smirked flashed onto my face as I marched to the front of the room.
"Everyone wants that perfect moment, but sometimes the closest one to your heart, your irreplaceable companion, jacks it up for you!"
I snatched the Sonic slushy I spotted on the teachers desk and Mrs. Beiste's expression immediately changed. Her eyes widened waiting for my next move. Finn stiffened as he was fixated on the blue liquid. Kurt shoved his face into his palms as I made way into the back of the room.
"The worst thing is that if they're the one who caused the problem. They don't do a damn thing."
I tilted the container, sending the liquid to course down his head onto the plaid of his shirt. Stiff as the chill gave him goose bumps. Kurt, along with the rest of the class, in complete shocked. Surprisingly neither Zeke or Mrs. Beiste did a thing. He didn't stand up, he just that in complete silence, drenched in the cold liquid. I positioned myself in front of his desk, glaring at his squinted eyes of which he had just slipped his index fingers over to remove the slushy. He licked his lips and looked down at his shirt that will forever be stained. I stood satisfied as several remarks were heard around the room. He shot up from his seat in rage.
"You know what! I tried, Rachel. I tried pleasing you and treating you with respect. I tried convincing my mom to let me be with you and for my credit you give me this!"
"Oh and you tried so hard to sit innocently at the table while you were the one guilty of everything!"
"You mean guilty for being in love."
It hit me hard. His last words spoken as if he gave up. I never imagined having this conversation in the middle of a classroom. Even the teacher look intrigued in our dispute. The room fell silent as they anticipated our next move. I gazed at him in plead but he never changed expressions.
"Go ahead. Blame everything on me, for wanting A REAL RELATIONSHIP FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE!"
"You said there were others."
"None like you Rachel. You get me, understand me. Not like how I devoted my self to you and cared about you. You left an impression on me, Rachel."
Mrs. Beiste probably thinking this was one of her most enthusiastic speeches of all time. I'm pretty sure one of us should be sent to the office, knowing I spilled a drink purposely on a guys head and making a huge scene in class.
"I think about you all the time. And when I'm not thinking about you, I'm wondering if you think of me."
Awes escaped students lips until he built up anger again.
"But it's not enough, NOTHINGS EVER ENOUGH FOR YOU!"
He turned to walk out of the classroom leaving me speechless and humiliated. I worked so hard to make him look like the bad guy in my head, but it turns out I was the criminal this whole time. Turning into the girl in my nightmares who shuts out the world and feels it caving in.
Sorry for long update! Working on a horror story and...schooling of course. I hope to update at least 3 to 4 more times this month, but fro now. Enjoy and hope u catch my glee references! Please Comment!
