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CHAPTER VII

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Sophie stirred, slowly inhaling a light musky scent. The corner of her lips involuntarily pulled up into a smile. She couldn't explained why she liked the smell, she just did. It reminded her of a fresh morning out in Aspen while cutting fresh wood. Though her eyes were closed, she reached out to grab a handful of sheets and brought them to her nose to smell.

She finally opened her eyes and stretched. Instead of arching her back and extending her arms directly above her, Sophie stopped mid way and darted her eyes around the room.

The first thing Sophie noticed that she was in no way, shape, or form in her own bed. She suddenly snapped up and looked around the familiar room she was once in before.

Then, to her surprise, Noah groaned and flipped over to face her. His heavy arms reached out to her and pulled Sophie in to his chest. Sophie became tense. Besides finally recognizing that smell that was the scent of Puck's sheets, there was a something probing her thigh and she knew exactly what it was.

"Puck! Get off of me!" Sophie shoved Puck aside and scrambled out of his bed. Once she was in the safely ten feet away from Puck she paced around, trying to recall the night before. Puck, groggily sat up and curiously stared at her.

"Why are you freaking out?" He yawned.

Sophie shot him a glare, "What did we do?"

Puck yawned again, "Nothing. Why?"

Sophie looked livid, "Why? Why? Because my shorts are missing and I'm assuming this is your shirt I'm wearing and where did these socks come from?"

Puck smirked, "This is priceless."

Sophie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "What's priceless is your hard on."

Puck's grin vanished as he looked down. He quickly grabbed a pillow to hide himself.

He cleared his throat clearly embarrassed, "So you're mad because you think something happened?"

Sophie nodded.

"I dragged us up here because I didn't want my mom to catch me with a girl late at night." Puck explained, "I woke you up and you agreed to spend the night over. I thought you would remember."

"I was half asleep! I can't make rational decisions!" Sophie hissed.

"Yeah, sweetie, half asleep. You weren't drunk." Puck rolled his eyes this time, "Anyways, so you asked for something to sleep in, I gave you a t-shirt and some sweats. You refused to put on the sweats and you just got into bed. End of story."

Sophie bit her lip, "You didn't happen to see me… undress, did you?"

"No," Puck shrugged, "I had already knocked out on my bed when you joined in."

"Oh," Sophie nodded, "And we didn't…"

Puck grinned, "I'm sure you would have remembered that."

Sophie yawned, "Such the charmer."

Puck laid back down, enjoying the comfort of his sheets as he stretched himself out. Sophie, on the other hand, began looking for her shorts. She was lucky that her grandparents were usually lenient when it came to being a teenage girl but she wasn't sure if they've forgive for spending the night at a boys house.

"I have to go." Sophie announced, raking through a pile of Puck's clothes, "I have breakfast with my grandparents every Sunday."

"What are you going to tell them?" Puck asked.

Sophie bit her lip, "I don't know. I might beg Mike to help me out on this one."

"Mike?" Puck perked up.

"He's a family friend." Sophie explained.

"Is he really?" Puck asked.

Sophie stopped her search and sighed, "Yes, his parents are the best lawyers. I've known him for years."

"So how are you going to get home?" Puck asked.

"Walking. I suppose…" Sophie wondered out loud, "Found them!"

Sophie jumped back to her feet and pointed at Puck.

"Don't look." She ordered.

Puck rolled his eyes and pulled the sheets over his face. There was some fumbling around and then the sheets slowly slipped off. Sophie's face was inches away from him, smiling.

"Will you walk me to the door?" She asked.

Puck didn't have to be told twice. He quickly grabbed the nearest hoodie to throw over his pj's and headed off with Sophie. While they climb the stairs, Puck looked outside their front window and saw his mother's black Jaguar. An idea popped into his head. He ran ahead of Sophie into the entrance trying to see if his mother had left the car keys lying around. To Puck's luck, she had hung them on the key holder right next to the front doors. Puck jingled the keys at Sophie who stared at him.

"Are you sure?" She softly said.

Puck winked at her and escorted her outside, towards his mother's car. Puck opened the car door for Sophie and waited for her to climb in. As she past him, she stared up at him in awe. Sophie had no idea Puck had manners. He ran around the front of the car and got in himself and revved the engine. The both exchanged looks before heading off.

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Sophie directed Puck around Lima, towards her grandparents house. Sophie quickly got out the car once Puck had successfully found the house she was looking for. It was a quaint small house. There was nothing particularly special about it other than the grass on the lawn was bay far the greenest grass Puck had ever seen.

Before Sophie could reach the door, her grandparents were already there to greet her. Sophie hugged them both, as tightly as she could.

"Sorry I'm late." Sophie apologized, "Mike had a thing at his house and I accidently fell asleep. Actually a lot of us spent the night over."

Sophie's grandpa, George, nodded, "I bet the car wash was a success then."

"Who's that over there?" Grandma Dora pointed over to Puck who was slowly backing up from the driveway.

Sophie bit her lip, "A friend. He was the first one that woke up. I asked him if he could take me home."

"Dear, invite him in!" Grandma Dora waved her arms around to distract Puck. It worked. Puck suddenly halted mid-way out of the driveway. Sophie took a deep breath in and walked over to Puck's side of the car.

"Do you want breakfast?" She asked.

Puck cocked his head, "Um, sure."

Sophie nodded, "Come in then."

Puck drove back up the driveway and parked. Sophie waited for him by the doorsteps of her grandparents home. Sophie lead him inside to the kitchen where her grandparents were making a heaping batch of pancakes and cracking a half a dozen eggs to scramble. Puck and Sophie inhaled the scent of homemade food and watched Sophie's grandparents work around each other in the in perfect synchronization. Sophie and Puck both slowly migrated to the kitchen table to watch them in awe.

"Sophie, you haven't introduced us to your friend." Grandpa George pointed out as he scooped eggs onto a plate of pancakes. Grandma Dora grabbed the plates and placed them in front of Sophie and Puck.

"Thanks Grandma," Sophie smiled, "This is Noah. He's in the Glee Club and I have him for Math and Spanish."

"Spanish huh?" Grandma Dora smiled at Puck.

"Yes mam." He nodded.

"Hablas un poco de Español?" She asked.

Puck looked at Sophie in horror.

Sophie cut up some of her pancakes, "She asked if you can talk a bit of Spanish."

Puck nodded, "I know what she said. Now I know why you're taking Spanish. Easy A."

Sophie tried to hide her smile, shoving a forkful of eggs in her mouth.

They all laughed and for the remainder of the morning, Sophie was in part relieved that everything turned out great. She had a wonderful morning with Noah and her grandparents and she had managed to minimize the punishment that would have occurred if she had told the truth. She bit her lip and fidgeted with her hands. Sophie knew she wasn't being entirely honest to everybody expect for one person: Mike. You can keep the truth from someone who knows her better than she does sometimes. While Noah occupied himself looking through a collection of pictures her Grandparents had of Sophie as a baby, she quickly escaped to her back yard dialing Mike's number into her cell phone.

"What's up?"

Sophie let out a sigh, "Mike, please don't be mad."

"I don't think I should promise that until I know what's going on." He responded, "But you already know I can't stay mad at you forever."

Sophie nodded in vain, fully knowing he couldn't see her, "If my 'rents call and ask about yesterday, me and a couple of friends spent the night over at your house, okay?"

Mike's voice was on edge now, "What did you do?"

"You're going to think the worst." Sophie pressed her lips together, "It has to do with… Noah."

Mike's end of the line became silent. Sophie knew he was mulling things over, possibly thinking what Sophie had hope he wouldn't. She took a deep breath in and slowly let it out.

"What happened?" He asked.

Sophie bit her lip, "Well I went over to his house to watch a movie."

"Right, I remember. You ditched me for him." Mike bitterly teased.

"Mike…" Sophie said, "It's not like that but I could see why you would assume the worst. We were watching a movie and I ended up spending the night."

Mike chuckled, "You don't want me to assume the worst? Have I not told you that I know Puck, he's my friend, and I'm not going to let you be one of many girls he's been with."

"We are just friends, Mike." Sophie insisted.

"But do you really want to be associated with someone like him?" Mike earnestly asked, "Do you really know who he is?"

"Why do you always bring that up? Do you know something I don't know or are you just trying to convince me out of being friends with him."

"Listen, the whole school knows something you don't know but I guess you're going to have to find out for yourself." Mike assured, "But yeah, I'll cover for you if your grandparents come around asking."

"Thanks, Mike."

"No problem."

Sophie hung up and slowly walked back inside. She watched Noah chatting with her Grandpa about god-knows-what. Sophie was surprised to see that Puck looked genuinely interested in what they were talking about. She leaned against the frame of the entrance way to the living room and looked at them both. Noah threw his head back and let out a loud laugh as her grandpa chuckled about some amusing little story. Noah smiled, shaking his head. He looked at her Grandpa before his eyes flickered up to her. Sophie could have sworn his eyes sparkled.

They continued talking on without her. Sophie didn't mind. She was glad that her Grandpa had someone to talk to besides herself and Grandma. Still, she hung around and watched them, Noah in particular. Sophie wasn't sure what Mike meant about everybody knew something she didn't. She had assumed that Noah was honest so far with her. She almost felt undeserving when she, herself, had dropped a white lie here and there. She meant no harm in lying to Mike but, really, how bad can Noah be?

It's not she really had strong feelings for him to be genuinely hurt if she did find out something Puck did. She already knew all the terrible things, what else is there to know?

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Monday's, were never kind to Sophie, especially when she had to get up early for a breakfast fundraiser. The Glee Club already had enough to set them off for New York but Mr. Schu insisted on one more fundraiser to buy new outfits for the performance. So despite the early morning and the unruly bed head, Sophie way her way out bright and early to help set up a stand outside the entrance of the school to sell breakfast burritos made by Santana's mom.

Santana and Mike were already at school. Santana looked like she needed several energizing drinks to wake her up but Mike was as attentive as a teenager can be at seven in the morning. Sophie took the liberty to pay for their first sold burrito, in order to get their fundraiser started and her growling stomach settled.

"Soph," Mike piped up, "We need the money box for change."

"I'll go with you." Santana quickly volunteered herself, unnatural for a girl who was dozing off a couple of seconds ago.

Sophie nodded and without saying a word she headed off to the Choir Room with Santana. The pair walked in silence but that didn't last for long.

"You're rich aren't you?" Santana walked ahead of Sophie, sticking her chin up as she held her hands behind her back.

"What are you talking about?" Sophie yawned.

"Please, I saw those sunglasses you were at the Car Wash. I think I know Valentino when I see it." Santana peered over her shoulder.

"Funny you should say that. They're my grandmas; she bought a couple of knock-offs during winter." Sophie shrugged, "She's a victim of bargain shopping."

Santana rolled her eyes, stopping dead in her tracks, "Listen, I don't know why you moved here and why you seem to have your paws all over Puck but you better recognize that I very capable of outing you."

Sophie returned Santana's glare, "I have nothing to hide."

"An Angel doesn't lose her wings that easily." She spat back, "Lauren and I broke into the offices of your old school… Quit acting and if you're planning on sleeping with Puck, well good luck with that. He isn't interested in you."

Sophie groaned, "We're just friends!"

"Really?" Santana shouted, "And I should believe this because? I already know you're a liar. What makes you think I'm gonna believe this?"

"I don't have to prove anything to you." Sophie voice grew louder, matching Santana's tone.

"All this sneaking around, well it better stop because all you're doing is hurting Mike and hurting Quinn. You're not fooling anybody. The sight of you and Puck makes everybody sick to their stomach." Santana barked back, "Stay away from him."

"Why would Mike and Quinn care so much?" Sophie questioned, pushing past Santana heading towards the choir room once again. Santana's footsteps quickly caught up to Sophie who was storming off.

"Number one, if it wasn't obvious before, Mike likes you. He genuinely likes you. Two, Quinn and Puck go way back. I wouldn't step on those toe's if I were you." Santana warned.

"Puck never said anything about Quinn." Sophie breathed out, agitated.

Santana hid the grin that was forming from within.

"Yeah, well I'm sure he never mentioned that he has a kid either." Santana casually slipped out. Sophie stopped dead in her tracks and gave a long clod stare at Santana before walking again.

"With Quinn?" Santana pressed on, "I know you don't believe me but it's not like he would want to tell you this cause you're different."

Sophie scoffed.

"I'm serious, a lot of girls don't care if Puck has a kid. They gave her up for adoption it's not like he has baggage or anything, just history. If you can just grow apart from him, that would be for the best or else I'll tell everyone you're an Angel." Santana carefully watched Sophie, trying to spot out any weaknesses.

Unfortunately for Santana Sophie was particularly experienced in hiding who she was and what she was feeling. Each step towards the choir room echoed loudly in the empty hallways as Santana explained further in detail what had happened long before she came into the picture.

"What's it to them if I came from that school?" She responded coldly.

Santana caught up to her and gave her a side-glance. Every step was harder to go through because if felt like every inch of Sophie's body was ready to burst open at the seams at the amount of information she just received.

"Listen, I can spot a virgin from a mile away, the guys here are a bit stupid when it comes to that. The moment they hear Angel they're going to gravitate to you like a fly to a corpse. It's the only reason Puck's after you." Santana crossed her arms and stuck her nose in the air triumphantly.

"I thought you just said he wasn't interested." Sophie rolled her eyes.

Santana, losing her confidence just for a moment, coughed, "He isn't! Not in a relationship, that is. After he get's what he wants from you, he'll drop you like he dropped Lauren. I'm saving you a heartbreak here. The guy has a kid, his penis has found every vagina that walks around here, he's beyond stupid… what don't you get about him? He's bad news!"

Even if Santana was lying, Sophie never questioned or looked further into Noah's life. All she knew was that he was highly privilege and he seemed to reject that part of himself. For all she knew, Noah could have had a whole litter of children running around from different girls. He had the money support them, right? Then there was that voice inside Sophie's head that oddly sounded like Mike, warning her about Noah.

"…the whole school knows something you don't know…"

Sophie, although being a very skeptical girl when it came to rumors and gossip, let a tiny bit of doubt completely over take her and with that she realized something she was denying herself to think about.

"So if he's so terrible… why do you want him for yourself?" Sophie calmly asked.

Santana shrugged, "I guess I'm a terrible person too. I went through all the trouble to find some dirt to use against you. Listen, if you go with Mike and stop hanging around with Puck so much, I won't tell a soul of what I know."

Sophie and Santana exchanged looks. Was it possible that Sophie had grown to like Noah? She had an ache the size of a large baseball inside her chest just thinking about Noah. She knew she was concerned for him, as any friend would be, but had she really gone past that line without her realizing it? Sophie didn't have an answer to that yet. All she knew was that pestering ache in her chest that made it impossible to breathe correctly.

Santana and Sophie turned into a branched out hallway that led the straight to the Choir room. Right away there was something terribly wrong. The door to the choir room lazily swung open, revealing the entrance to the dark. Sophie abandon her thoughts and rushed towards the opening of the room.

There were chairs strewn all over the classroom, as if someone had gone into a rage and chucked the chairs in random directions. Sophie didn't want to look but she was pretty sure there was a chair sticking out from inside the piano. Santana gasped, clapping her hand over he mouth. She slowly walked in, examining the classroom. The office door, her office door, was wide open. Sophie quickly sprinted towards it only to discover a mess.

All the paper work was on the floor stepped on by large muddy footprints, boxes that were once neatly tucked away were turned upside down and in the middle of the mess, and the outdated computer was smashed a big gapping hole in the middle of the screen. Sophie's hand covered her mouth, which shook in shock. It took her a full minute to process the scene in front of her to react. Santana reached out for Sophie's shoulder and lightly shook her.

"I'm going to call Mr. Schu." Her voice quavered.

Sophie only had only thing on her mind in the mist of this disaster.

The moneybox.

Sophie trudged through the foot tall debris of paper to make way to the moneybox, which was always hidden behind Mr. Schu's desk cabinet. Much to her disappointment, the secret space was nothing but an empty gap. Someone had taken the moneybox.

The Glee Club had been robbed.