A/N: Hey guys! Chapter 9 is ready, but I'm not going to post it yet. I need a few more reviews. I decided to leave a little incentive, though. Here is a little excerpt from chapter 9. If you want to read the whole thing, please review. Oh, and I have finals this week so I might be a little busy.
Puck POV:
I took a swig of my beer as Rachel walked through the door with Sam. The bastard had his arm around her.
My conscience said, "Well, he is her boyfriend."
My heart said, "Fuck him. She should be yours."
I had to go with my heart on this one. I pushed through the sweaty, drunk crowd.
"Hey, Berry. How's your shnoz?"
Sam looked at me like I was speaking another language. Well, I was.
Rachel giggled and explained, "It means nose in Yiddish. And it's still sore. And the bruising looks worse."
Sam said, "Well, I still think she looks amazing."
"Me too," I added.
Sam glared at me. I guess he still feels threatened by our little talk.
"Thank you, boys. Noah, if you'll excuse us we are going to get some drinks," Rachel declared.
I nodded and gestured towards the kitchen. Rachel grabbed Sam's hand. As they made their way to the kitchen, Sam turned around to give me another glare. I took another sip of my beer. If they were going to be all over each other, this is going to be a long night.
