"I think I might?" Kitty murmured as she reread the paper, scoffing slightly at the indeterminate answer. The blonde forcefully threw the limp piece of paper back into her locker, watching the light thing slowly twist and turn in the air until it softly landed on her geography text-book.

Just as Kitty was about to slam her locker and head to the popular kids table for lunch, she noticed that the anonymous person's note had something scribbled on the back of it. After squinting at it suspiciously, Kitty hesitantly reached out to grab it.

"A phone number?" Kitty's eyes widened, "This'll surely tell me who this apparently 'caring' Anon is?"

Kitty rapidly whipped out her phone and searched through her contacts, attempting to match the number to those in her phone. She soon determined that this mysterious person didn't lie when they had said that they weren't a cheerleader or jock, as Kitty had all of their phone numbers, yet this one didn't match any in her phone. The blonde quickly typed the number into her contacts, labelling it as 'scared loser' as she didn't want anyone to be suspicious if they looked through her phone.

Kitty then slammed her locker door shut, attracting the attention of a few freshmen, who promptly lowered their gazes in fear of the second-in-command cheerio. The blonde smirked slightly at this, although the constant fear she caused did make the girl feel a little lonely. She quickly attempted to shake the feeling away as she stormed to the cheerleaders table.

"You. Fat cheeks. Phone." She yelled at one of the younger cheerios; the blonde felt bad as she saw the girl carefully suppressing tears while she grabbed the phone from her backpack. Kitty didn't want to lose any of her popularity in her time of weakness, so she simply smirked at the girl, then snatched the phone, not even offering the girl a thanks.

Kitty felt the entire table silently stare at her as she went through 'fatcheek's' phone. Kitty allowed a glare to slip onto her face, before staring up at the cheerleaders on the table. They quickly turned away from her, most of them finding something interesting on the floor to look at.

Kitty internally let out a sigh at their behaviour. They, as cheerios, were supposed to be her closest friends, yet she felt that even losers like the "loser" club, the "nerd" club and the anonymous person cared about her more. Kitty was not one to show vulnerability though, so once she was done looking through the small girl's phone for anon's number; she threw it back at her and stormed away.

"I don't need those dumb cheerleaders' friendship anyway," Kitty growled to herself, allowing a familiar annoyance to fill her, "let them be scared of me!"

Kitty had soon made her way into a random classroom. For a while she just sat there, forcing herself to breathe deeply. Gradually she managed to calm her aggravated breathing into slow controlled breaths.

"Let's see what Anon has to say," Kitty murmured to herself, allowing an emotional mask to fall over her features. The blonde was still hurt by her lack of real friends, so she decided that she may as well contact the anon; even if they couldn't be trusted, it would be nice to talk to them. Kitty quickly began typing a short message to the one who may-or-may-not like her.

'Hi – Kitty' was all she typed; the blonde still wasn't willing to give much information away to this mysterious person. She didn't want the fact that she had been thrown out getting around the school and she definitely didn't want anyone else to know about her panic attack.

'At least she hasn't blackmailed me with that information yet,' Kitty thought to herself, a grimace enveloping her face as she realised the full extent of this Anonymous person's power over her.


Marley was sitting in glee club; it was one of their compulsory lunch time rehearsals. Currently she was lazily resting her head on her Jake's shoulder. Marley was close friends with the boy; she was probably closest to him out of those in the glee club. She didn't see the boy as more than a friend though, although many people assumed that she did.

The girl felt extreme boredom clouding her eyes as she lazily shut them. Mr Schue seemed to be drabbling on about disco music. Without warning, Marley's phone beeped, causing her to jump and nearly fall out of her seat. Luckily for the brunette, Mr Schue didn't hear the moderately loud bleep that her phone had emitted. Jake gave her a confused look, but she just politely smiled at him, as she sneakily grabbed her phone from her pocket.

As Marley opened her inbox, she carefully angled the phone so that no one other than her could read what was sent; she then opened the text that she had received and read it. Much to her surprise, it was from Kitty. Marley let out a slight gasp, attracting the attention of those around her. After awkwardly sitting with their suspicious stares on her for about a minute, the brunette felt their gazes wonder away from her. Swiftly she typed her reply to the short message she had received from Kitty.

'Hello, Kitty, would you like to talk?' Is what Marley typed; she was glad that Mr Schuester wasn't paying any attention to her, as he would have probably confiscated her phone. Marley's finger only hovered for a second before she pressed the send button and allowed her text to reach Kitty's phone.

Marley suddenly felt very awake; she sat up straight as nervousness bubbled in her stomach. What shall Kitty say? The brunette hoped that Kitty wouldn't push the fact that she had said that she may have a crush on the shorter girl. Marley was really confused about that still; she felt that she couldn't really talk to anyone about it, as this was kind of a secret mission.

"There's got to be someone I can talk to about these feelings!" Marley exclaimed in her head, going through a mental list of everyone she trusted. Eventually she had crossed out everyone on the list; Marley felt negativity filling her. The brunette always tried to avoid thinking things that made her feel bad or upset, so she quickly attempted to let positive thoughts to fill her mind.

"Could I be making progress?" She eventually thought to herself, a small smile suddenly gracing her face.