Chapter 9: Rachel
Right after I call Quinn a moron, Mr. Schuester calls the class to attention. "You and your partner will pick a project from this hat," he announces. "They are equally as challenging and will require meeting with your partner outside of class," he says glancing at Quinn and I.
"What about football?" Finn asks.
"School comes first. It's up to you and your partner to find a time that works for both of you."
"Yo, Mr. Schue… is one of them curing idiocy," she asks with a stupid grin on her face. "Cause I don't think there's enough time in this life to cure Finn." Finn glares at Quinn and the teacher just ignores both of them.
I can see that big fat F on my report card right now. NYADA would not be pleased, nor would they care that my partner was a complete imbecile. The thought of Quinn controlling the grade I receive in class is overwhelming me. If I want to succeed and make my dad's proud, I need to get at least a B+.
I reach into the hat and pull out a slip of paper. I open it while biting my lip in anticipation. In bold letters I see HAND WARMERS.
"Hand warmers?" I ask.
Quinn leans over and reads the paper with a confused look on her face. "What the fuck are hand warmers?"
Mr. Schuester shoots Quinn a warning glare. "If you'd like to stay after school, I have another detention slip on my desk with your name on it. Now, ask the question again without the foul language or join me for a lovely afternoon in my classroom."
"That'd be awesome hanging with you Mr. Schue, but I'd rather spend time studying with my chem partner," she responds, and then smirks at Finn. "I'll rephrase. What are hand warmers, you kind individual who knows all about science."
"Thermal Chemistry, Miss Fabray. We use them to warm our hands. Hence the name… hand warmers. The sass is real in Mr. Schuester. I stifle my laugh.
Quinn gets a huge grin on her face and turns to me. "I bet we can find other things to warm."
"I hate you." I say loud enough for Finn and the rest of the class to hear. I know the class is watching, even Brittany. I don't know what she sees in her. Can't she see her for what she is, or is she blinded by her perfect body and model like face.
Quinn leans in and whispers, "There's a thin line between love and hate. Maybe you're confusing your emotions."
I scoot away from her. "I wouldn't bet on it."
The class refocuses on the teacher. He continues his lecture, out of boredom, I lean back. Oh shit, I forgot there's no back to my chair. But as I'm falling, I feel arms catch me. Unfortunately, I've spilled my water all over her pants. She smirks, "couldn't wait to get me wet, eh?"
Ugh. "You're disgusting," I say a little too loudly.
"Miss Fabray and Miss Berry, I'd like both of you to pick up your things and go." What?
Scowling, I slowly pick up my things.
"What if we refuse?" I glance over at Quinn who has a bored expression on her face.
"Quinn, don't test me. I have zero tolerance for this kind of disrespect. Do you want a suspension?"
She smirks, stands up and grabs her bag.
Someone yells, "Oh My God, did you piss yourself!?" at the sight of water stain on her jeans. The class starts laughing.
Finn laughs the hardest. "Don't sweat it Quinn. My grandparents have extra depends."
Quinn sports a big smile and says to Finn, "Your girlfriend couldn't keep her hands out of my pants. She was showing me a whole new definition of hand warmers."
This time she had gone too far. I stand up, my stool falling to the ground. "You wish," I say.
Quinn is about to say something when Mr. Schuester yells, "Quinn! Go to the nurse's office to get a change of clothes because afterward you'll be seeing Ms. Sylvester. I'll meet you in her office with your friends Finn and Rachel."
Quinn grabs her books and exits the classroom. I follow shortly after, even when I give Mr. Schuester my best puppy dog eyes.
