I know that on a scale of 1 to 10 you all probably hate me with a score of 16, but I am SOO sorry! Like I said that test was really important and I was just too nervous to write much. But I just got my results back and I passed, so I'm graduating high school a year and a half early! That's right, be impressed. Anyway, Like I said I'm sorry.

To FREAKTONIGHT: I'm sorry you hate Lily Allen, but thank you for the nice review.

In fact, thank you all for such nice reviews! But on to the story.

Disclaimer: You know what's mine and what's not.


Angel refused to believe she was wrong. It was just her nature. When she was right, she gloated. When she was wrong, she insisted she was right. Of course she wasn't wrong more than once or twice.

So she completely believed that she was right when she said Miss. Rachel had no talent. Sure, she had an okay voice, but her dance moves were mediocre at best. The only reason she didn't say that when the older woman finished, was because once the others got over their shock, they gave her a standing ovation. Angel chose to sit out on that.

She watched Mr. Puck roll his eyes at Miss. Rachel when she bowed her way back to her seat, and she couldn't help but agree that the woman was dramatic.

"Okay guys," Puck turned back to the students. "You can go. Rachel and I are going to have a little talk and we'll figure out where we're going to pick up tomorrow. Stay safe, okay?" He smirked. "You're no good to us if you aren't able to perform."

"Noah!" Angel rolled her eyes at Miss. Rachel's tone and rushed out.

"Hey, Ang!" Mason called out. "Go grab Mia from the library and I'll catch up to you at the car." He ran off with James, Tyler, and Ryan. Angel hated her twin's friends. Ever since they were little, those boys had been the thorn in her side. Actually it was mostly Tyler. The other two just went along with him, and Mason just laughed and said she was over reacting.

Angel stomped to the library slamming the door shut behind her. Ignoring the dirty look the librarian sent her, and started looking for her little sister (she hated adding step to that, because in all honesty, Mia was her sister) and found her at the last table in the back of the room.

"Hey, girlie." Mia looked up and smiled at her. "You ready to go?" Mia nodded and put her books and homework into her bag. The two girls got up and left the library and started walking to the car lot to wait for Mason.

"Oh, hey, Angel!" The blond looked to her left and stopped, Mia following her lead.

"Hey, Chase." Angel smiled, flirting at full force. "Mia, go wait for me by the car. I'll be there in a minute." The younger darker haired girl nodded and continued her path to the car, walking quickly so she wouldn't have to hear her sister flirting with that jerk.

Finally reaching the lot, Mia tried to remember where exactly Mason had parked this morning. Well, Angel was busy with Chase, and Mason was probably with the boys, so she had plenty of time to search.

It took her ten minutes to find the car and she was disappointed to find that her siblings weren't there. The doors were all locked, so Mia leaned against the side and pulled out her book to keep busy while she waited.

She hummed under her breath while trying to figure out where exactly the author was going with this story, not noticing that her humming had turned into singing and not noticing that someone else had heard her.

"Yes Kurt. I'm fine." Rachel sighed. Sure, Kurt was her friend but she was extremely glad he was back home in New York. She didn't know how she had managed to live with him for that year, but she was pretty sure she could handle anything after the experience. "Look, Kurt, I've got to go. I'll speak with you later." She quickly hung up her cell phone and dropped it in her purse exchanging it for her keys.

After unlocking the car and opening the door she noticed the sounds of someone singing softly, and it was like all her recent prayers had been answered. Closing the door quietly so she wouldn't alert the person singing, Rachel crept around her car to stare at the girl reading while she leaned against her own car.

Rachel recognized the girl from around the halls but couldn't place the name with the face. After hearing a note that was particularly difficult, Rachel decided that she just had to get the girl to join Glee Club.


Mason hated arguing with his twin, but for some reason that's all they seemed to do. He had finished talking with his boys and had started to leave the building but had run across Angel standing between Chase and a wall, smiling coyly. So he had done what any brother would have done: He had walked up and punched Chase in the face (Not hard enough to bruise. He wasn't stupid.).

And then for some reason Angel had attacked him!

"I don't know why you're so mad at me!" Mason was honestly confused. He was only protecting her! And she hadn't even said 'Thank you' when he had held the door to the school open for her.

"You don't know?!" Why did she have to screech? "You don't know?!" That is what he said. "You punched him for no reason! What is your problem?!"

Mason whipped his head towards his sister, but was saved from the eventual beating he would get for his answer when the blonde gasped. He turned to face the same direction and saw Miss. Rachel talking to Mia.

"Oh, hell no is that woman sinking her claws into her." And before he could stop her she stormed over to their new teacher and younger sister. He rushed to get there but still only heard the tail end of the conversation between them.

Rachel turned back to Mia after explaining her thoughts to Angel. "Well, I must go, but please consider what I've said Mia." She glanced at Mason and Angel. "And don't let anyone sway your decision. Do what will make you happy." She took a deep breath. "Have a nice day, and drive safe." Rachel turned and walked back to her car.

Angel hated that woman.


Peyton and Liam. They had known each other since pre-k (well everyone knew everyone in a town this small.) and they had instantly become best friends. Okay, that's a lie. They actually didn't really know each other until the first day of high school. Peyton had just looked up from her map of the school when some jerk upper classman had thrown a slushy in her face.

The icy syrupy beverage stung her eyes so it was understandable that she had stumbled into the boy's bathroom instead of the girl's. And there stood Liam. He had been covered in food from an 'accidental' trip in the lunch room and just finished his attempt at getting the remaining stains out of his clothes.

Taking one look at the small, shivering (could be blonde, but it was hard to tell under the purple of the drink) girl, and Liam had ordered her to sit up on the counter while he wiped the slushy from her eyes and from her face, clothes and hair.

Well, it had been two years and their friendship had become the most important things in both their lives. Peyton had three older siblings who lived in homes next door and down the road with kids of their own and two younger siblings with friends always over, so it was never quiet. Liam on the other hand had no siblings and his parents were never home. It was one extreme to the other. So Peyton (needing to get away from the noise) would stay over at Liam's place (he needed to get rid of the quiet). Eventually it had got to the point where Liam had told her to pack a bag and leave it there so she wouldn't have to wear his clothes all the time.

But to say their friendship was an unconventional one was an understatement. They talked to each other in a way that others didn't understand. They weren't the type of best friends that always hugged (while Liam had no objection to it, Peyton wasn't very touchy-feely), but Liam held her hand when Peyton's Gran had passed away and then pretended not to notice her crying. And Peyton knew how hurt Liam was when his parents forgot his birthday every year, but she was always there with cake, party hats, and candles for him to blow out.

Sometimes it was even like they spoke their own language. While the sentences were understandable, they simply didn't make sense at certain events. Like when Peyton told Liam that his shirt was the wrong shade of orange for that particular day and he told her that he knew and was sorry for that. Or, like when Liam told Peyton to stop being so sarcastic in the middle of a conversation with someone else. Or sometimes they wouldn't even use words. Peyton would send a mischievous his way and Liam would reply with a roll of his eyes, or Liam would quirk an eyebrow in question and Peyton would shrug an answer.

They were sometimes (not often, but enough to annoy them) mistaken for a couple because they could never be related. Peyton tiny and dark blonde with big brown eyes, and Liam tall and built (okay so that was a lie too. But he was working on it!), with bright red hair, freckles and eyes a clear blue. In fact, he was mostly confused with being related to Lily due to similar coloring.

But anyway, the point was that they were best friends. They knew everything about each other. So it really threw things off when other people tried to join in.

Originally the only reason they had joined Glee Club was to fill up some free time, and when James and Tori tried to get in on their jokes and lingo, Peyton was weary. It had been just her and Liam for two years and before that they were alone, so Liam understood her reluctance to make new friends. Which is how they got into this particular situation that day.

"I don't know!" Payton insisted. "There's just something weird about her."

Liam responded with his usual eye roll. Tori had made the mistake of inadvertently agreeing with Peyton's opinion of Miss. Rachel. It wasn't her fault. Really. Peyton and Tori just had a lot in common.

"What do you mean there's something weird about her?" Tori frowned at the shorter girl as she reached for another chip. The four of them were sitting in Liam's living room discussing the newest edition to the school. "Just the other day you said she was one of the best teachers the school has seen in a long time."

Peyton glanced at the two boys who were waiting her brilliant response. "Whatever."

She really hated when people intruded.


Serena and Katie watched as Puck moved around the kitchen pulling things out and adding them to the big pot on the stove. Katie glanced between her aunt and daddy. She knew they had gotten into a fight, she just didn't know what about. She was pretty sure one of them had said something off hand and the other had taken it the wrong way. Her mommy said it was because Puck didn't know how to deal with teenage girls he was related to.

Katie sighed. "How much longer 'til dinner?"

Puck glanced at the small blonde girl and smiled. "It's stew. You've got to let it stew." When Katie frowned, he rolled his eyes. "You've got a while. MeMaw made sure to get you strawberries so snack on a couple of those until it's ready."

Nodding, Katie slid of her stool and bounced to the fridge. After retrieving her snack, she trotted out of the kitchen and to the living room to watch TV.

Serena glanced up from the homework she had started to work on and stared at her brother as he continued around the kitchen.

Sighing in annoyance, she finally spoke. "I'm sorry."

Puck didn't look up from the pot he was now stirring. "For what?" He was her big brother; of course he was going to make her say it.

"I'm sorry that I said Miss. Rachel was the best teacher I've ever seen." Puck turned to lean back against the counter so he could stare as she apologized. "I was wrong." She rolled her eyes. "You are the best teacher I have ever seen."

Puck smirked. "No I'm not." Serena glared at him. "But I highly doubt Rachel is better than me." He turned back to the stove and continued to mumble like a child.

Shaking her head, Serena gathered her homework in her arms and went to join Katie in the living room.

Puck glanced over his shoulder and sighed, relieved, when he saw he was alone. He hated being under observation.

And he hated that Rachel was a better teacher than him.


This time when I say two weeks at the most, I mean it. And I'm sorry for the crap chapter this was. I'm not too confident writing my OC's. But I hope you enjoyed it anyway.

Hope you're well,

October