Creative Writing

Chapter 9: Confrontations and Car Washes

AN: I sorta changed the order of Acafellas to fit this chapter. Hope its not too bad.

Bold= Glee Girls

Italics= Parker

Bold Italics= Both

PPOV

So I am currently walking through the hallways to go congratulate Finn and Puckerman (-_-). Let me tell you something about Puckerman, I hate him with a burning passion. I mean he is a man-whore, period. He is an arrogant jackass who thinks he is "badass". Psshh, he wouldn't know the meaning of being a "badass" if it kneed him in the groin and punched his lights out. I wouldn't know it either but I am pretty sure he isn't.

"Finn! You did great!" I heard Carole gush.

"Yea! You guys were amazing!" my mom agreed.

"Thanks, Mom, Ms. Hudson." Finn said politely. This is what I like about Finn. I mean, he might not be the brightest light bulb but he is always sweet and gentleman-ly, I guess.

"Oh, you can call me Diana." my mom told him.

"I'd like to call you Diana." I heard a voice say behind me. I turned around to face Noah Puckerman, leaning against a wall, arms crossed, and smirking in my mother's direction.

"I'd like to call you the spawn of Satan but that ain't happening either." I snapped, rolling my eyes.

"Oh hey, Parker. Didn't see you there, I was too busy looking at this lovely lady." He said, checking out my mom. My mom giggled…holy SHIT! She giggled. Oh lord, help me now *doing cross sign*

"Um, dude, stop hitting on my mom." I said, in a monotone voice. He just rolled his eyes. Ughh!

"What? Are you jealous I'm not hitting on you?" he asked.

"Yeah, you wish." I said and walked on over to Finn.

"Dude, you did awesome!" I exclaimed, patting him on the back.

"I know." he said, brushing his shoulders off.

"Don't turn into the Puckerman on me, Finny. Your mankind's last hope for chivalry." I said desperately.

"What?" There's my Finn

"Chivalry means, uh, how do I explain this to you?" I said, smirking.

"Hey! Now, seriously what does it mean?" he asked.

"It means acting like a gentleman. You know, like acting sweet, kind, and you defend the honor or protect a "damsel in distress" ." I explained.

"Like the prince in Disney movies?" He guessed.

"Yea, just cuter." I said, pinching his cheeks. He blushed a bright red before chuckling and walking down the hallway with me.

"Yo, Finderella!" yelled a recognizable voice. Ugh, Puckerman.

"Finn, Ima g-"

"Hey, hot stuff, I need you here, too." He interrupted me…. Aw Hell Nah!

" That's not my name! Ughh!" I turned and started walking away. Wait! Your ride is Finn's mom, you need to stay! Brain reasoned. No, I don't! I'll walk home!

I pulled out my phone and text my mom.

me-mom, im walkin home

mom-y?

me- becuz puckerman was botherin me

mom- okay but u have ur rape whistle and pepper spray with you right?

Do I have it? Left pocket, no. Right pocket, no. Hidden inside jacket pocket… Yes! Found it.

Me-yes mommy.

mom-okay see ya later. Love you =)

me-love you too mom.

I left and started walking. Damn, its dark. Too keep myself company, because alone+dark is NOT a good combination for me, I started singing.

Be my friend

Hold me, wrap me up

Unfold me

I am small

I'm needy

Warm me up

And breathe me

I felt like I was being followed. Look left… no one. Look right… no one. Look behi-

"AHHHHHH!" I screamed. I took out the pepper spray and sprayed the perp's eyes.

"AHHHHHH! IT BURNS!" he yelled.

"Hell Yeah! It supposed to, dumbass!" I screamed at him.

"IT HURTS! JUST MAKE IT STOP!" he yelled. His voiced sounded familiar.

"Finn?" I asked.

"YESSSS! OWWWW!" Oh crap.

"Oh my gosh. I'm soooooo sorry, Finn. It's just that you snuck up on me and then well you know." I tried to explain.

"Yea, yea. I know! Just make it stop itching!" he complained.

"Okay! I'll blow on it, alright.

"Alright!" he agreed. I opened his eyes and started to slowly blow on it for a couple minutes.

"Is that better?" I asked.

"Much better." he mumbled. His eyes were bloodshot and sorta swollen.

"Is there anything I could do to make you feel better?" I asked. He looked around as looking to see if anyone was watching.

"youcouldkissme." he mumbled.

"What?" I asked, shocked. Did he just say what I think he said?

"Y-you could-d k-kiss m-me." he said nervously.

"Why would you want to kiss me?" I asked.

"Why wouldn't I want to? Gosh, Parker, you really don't know what you do to me, do you?" he told me.

"No." I simply said.

"No to the first question or the second?" he asked, confused.

"To both." I said sternly.

"Why not? You can't tell me you don't feel anything either." he said defiantly.

"I do feel something and that's the problem, Finn! You have a girlfriend, one that will hurt me badly if she found out about this and other things! You also did stuff with Rachel and where does that leave me? It leaves me confused because you have feelings for 3 different girls! And don't tell me you don't have feelings for Rachel either!" I said, ending with my finger poking his chest. He looked defeated and ashamed. He should be! I mean come on! 3 totally different girls! I started to walk away from him.

"Parker, wait!" Finn yelled, running to catch up with me.

"What now, Finn?" I asked, irritated.

"Just explain to me why don't you want to kiss me." he said, crossing his arms and pouting like a 5 year-old.

"Because you have a girlfriend and I don't want to be known as the other girl if anyone finds out and it will just make things awkward between us and Finn, to tell you the truth, you're my best friend." I said, ending in a soft whisper. What Finn did next didn't shock me because he was just that kind of person.

"I'm sorry." he said and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

"I'm sorry, too." I replied. We started walking home.

"So our moms are home already?" I asked.

"Yep." he answered.

"Finn, what are you going to do now?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"I really don't know. I mean, Quinn is great but she is a bitch someti-"

"Umm, no. How bout all the time?" I added.

"Well yea but she has her moments. Rachel is h-"

"Don't finish that sentence." I snapped.

"Fine. You know what I mean and she has a great voice that touches my heart but she's an,"

"Egotistical, controlling, conceited bitch who thinks everything is about her." I finished.

"Parker, if you would let me finish." he scolded.

"Yes, mom." I said, rolling my eyes.

"And you're you." he said.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked, getting slightly offended.

"Nothing! Nothing! I like you, actually I like you a lot, for being you. You seem to notice you don't have to change to get a guy to like you." he explained.

"Umm, I don't think so. I won't change for a guy, period. There's a difference." I told him. He chuckled.

"There's my Parker." he said, nudging me.

"She never left." I said softly. Noticing we got home, I gave him a hug and we went our separate ways.

FPOV

I walked upstairs and noticed my mom was asleep. I was so stupid, asking Parker to kiss me. I knew she wouldn't do it, she isn't Rachel. But it still doesn't answer if she likes me or not. Jeez, I need to do the process of elimination. Don't ask how I remembered that. Now to go to sleep. Did I tell you how much I love sleeping? No, well I do, a lot.

PPOV

I woke up, went back to sleep, then got woken up by my oh-so wonderful mother.

"Love ya, mom!" I yelled out sarcastically.

"Love you, too!" she called back. Don't you just love my mother? Well, right now, she isn't one of my favorite people in the world. I grabbed a shirt, jeans, and boots (I was too lazy to tie laces today.) and ate breakfast. What was breakfast, you ask? Leftover Chinese food… yes I'm unhealthy like that. I grabbed my bookba- oh crap it broke. Umm… what to do, what to do… Oh! I have an extra one in the closet. Looking…looking some more… looki-HA! Found it! Okay, so book bag, check, books, check, phone, check, new glasses, check, and iPod, check. Now I can go to school…wait! I ran back inside.

"Bye, mommy. I love you!" I said, giving her a kiss in the cheek. Locking my door… and wal- Hey! Its Finn! What is going on with you today? the more sane part of my brain said. Maybe I shouldn't have eaten that Chinese food. Ya think. Brain said sarcastically. That's enough out of you.

"Hey Parker!" he waved.

"Hi Finny!" I waved back enthusiastically. He did a double take and chuckled lightly.

"Um, someone is hyped up on crack." He said, snickering. I frowned.

"Nope, something even better," I signaled for him to come closer and whispered in his ear, " Chinese food." He chuckled and stepped back.

"Okayyy. So, do you need a ride?" he asked.

"You know it." I replied.

"Come o-"

"Wait! What about Quinn?" I asked worriedly.

"Don't worry." he scoffed.

"Okay, It's your funeral." I mumbled.

"It's yours too." he said, teasingly. He turned on his car and we started to drive to school.

"I like your shirt." he said. It was a Peanuts "The Original Glee Club" graphic tee, another prized possession in my collection.

"Yea, well, I just grabbed a random shirt, who knew it would be one of my favorites." I explained.

"Nice. I like the glee club part." he said knowingly.

"Me too" I replied smirking.

"Well, we're here." he announced.

"Oh, I guess I'll see ya later then." I called.

"Yep at glee club." he called back.

~~***AT GLEE CLUB***~~

"Mr. Schue if we are going to beat Vocal Adrenaline we need better choreography." Rachel announced. Here we go again…we're just like animals, we play pretend. Oh how I love that song.

"And what do you suggest we do, Rachel?" Mr. Schue asked, eyebrows raised.

"Hire Dakota Stanley." she said. I scoffed.

"You mean the midget." I said. We saw Vocal Adrenaline perform a couple a days ago. Four words, my mind equals blown.

"Yes. Parker, him" she said, rolling her eyes at my immaturity.

"I think that's a stupid idea." I told her. Her eyes flashed anger and I (I will admit it) was kinda scared of her at the moment.

"All those in favor of hiring Dakota Stanley?" Barbie asked. Everyone's hands, except mine and Finn's, shot up.

"Fine, whatever. When you guys realize what your doing, give me a call." I said and walked out of the room.

~~***NEXT DAY AT GLEE CLUB***~~

"Umm, how much?" I asked, dumbfounded. The girls just told me how much Mr. Oompa loompa was asking for.

"H-his f-fee is $8,000 p-per n-n-number." answered Tina. She needs help with her stutter, it took me 3 minutes to figure out what she said. Finn and I had a look of shock pass our face.

"And exactly how do you expect to pay this money?" I asked with one hand on my hip and leaning on one leg.

"The Cherrios can help with a car wash." said Quinn.*rolls eyes*

"That's a great idea!" cried Rachel.

"Damn." I muttered

~~***AT MCKINLEY HIGH PARKING LOT**~~~

"This is fail." I mumbled, shaking my head. No, this was an EPIC fail. This is pointless. I don't want to see almost naked cheerbitches washing old horny men's cars. I heard a beep behind me and turned around.

"Yo, sweetheart! Mind washing my car with your swimsuit on." called out … PUCKERMAN! In his dreams!(which wouldn't surprise me if it was in his dreams.) As a matter of fact, I did have my bathing suit on. It was a swim shirt with swim shorts, which was like mid-thigh. I don't like exposing my body to strangers, I can't even show my body to my mom, that's how self-conscious I am.

"Um, nope, sorry." I said, in a fake sweet voice.

"Why not, sweetheart?" he asked.

"First of all, I have a name, its Parker and second of all, because I don't want to.

"Well, baby y-"

"That's not my name!" I yelled out in frustration. I heard the marching band drummers start to play a familiar tune.

Four letter word just to get me along

It's a difficulty and I'm biting on my tongue and uh

I keep stalling, and keeping me together

People around gotta find something to say nowHolding back, everyday the same

Don't wanna be a loner

Listen to me, oh no, I never say anything at all

But with nothing to consider they forget my name, ame, ameThey call me girl

They call me Stacey

They call me her

They call me JaneThat's not my name

That's not my name

That's not my name

That's not my nameThey call me quiet girl

But I'm a riot yeah

Maybe Joleisa

Always the same

That's not my name

That's not my name

That's not my name

That's not my nameI miss the catch if they throw me the ball

I'm the last kid standing up against the wall

Keep up, falling, these heels they keep me boring

Getting glammed up and sitting on the fence nowSo alone all the time at night

Lock myself away, listen to me, I'm not

Although I'm dressed up, out and all with

Everything considered they forget my name, ame, ame

They call me girl

They call me Stacey

They call me her

They call me JaneThat's not my name

That's not my name

That's not my name

That's not my nameThey call me quiet girl

But I'm a riot yeah

Maybe Joleisa

Always the same That's not my name

That's not my name

That's not my name

That's not my nameAre you calling me darling?

Are you calling me bird?

They call me girl

(Are you calling me darling?)

They call me Stacey

They call me her

They call me Jane That's not my name

That's not my name

That's not my name

That's not my nameThey call me quiet girl

(Are you calling me bird?)

But I'm a riot yeah

Maybe Joleisa

Always the sameThat's not my name

That's not my name

That's not my name

That's not my name

That felt good. I stood there glaring at Puckerman while two cheerios went to go clean his car. After a good hour or so, we finished washing our last car and Mr. Schue counted the money.

"We raised $8,000 plus $500 in tips! Great job, guys!" he said.

"Let's go hire Dakota Stanley!" called out Rachel.

~~***GLEE PRACTICE WITH DAKOTA STANLEY***~~

"Please examine your personalized menus. This is what you're going to be eating for the next six months." he told us, handing out small binders. This is going to end badly.

"Um, mine just says coffee." complained Mercedes. He expects her to drink only coffee for 6 months, this is going to end very badly. He nodded at Mercedes.

"What's smelt?" asked Rachel. WTF?

"A pungent, low-carb, freshwater fish." he answered. I took a peek at mine.

"You expect me to eat oatmeal for the next six months." I said with an attitude.

"If you want to stay in glee club you will." he snapped. Aw HELL no!

"Okay let's start with today's business. Artie, you're cut. You're not trying hard enough." midget said. Okay forget about this ending badly, this is going to end up as a war-zone. If it were up to me I would have done something the first time I looked at my "menu", but I stayed quiet because, according to Finn, we should "support the glee club's choices"

"At what?" Artie asked, confused.

"At walking. Can't be wheeling you around every number, it throws off the whole dynamic and it's depressing." This small fry really wants me to beat him to a pulp. Nobody, and I mean nobody, messes with my boy, Artie.

"So, you're kicking him out." said Mercedes.

"Who who? Also you, s'got to go effe." he told Mercedes. Mercedes looked ready to beat him.

"Oh no no no, ehh." he shrugged. Kurt spoke up then.

"You can't kick people out of glee club because you don't like the way they look."

"Uh, why don't you shut your face, gash, and stay away from aerosol cans because you can burst into flames at any second." he answered back. I swear his almost on his way to me punching him in the face. Everyone looked around in disbelief. I would be too if this guy talked to me like that, wait, he already did.

"You three are great, your perfect. Seriously, don't change a thing." he told the cheerbitches. They just looked around and smirked at everyone. He turned to Rachel.

"Uh, you, eww, nose job." Okay, he is dangerously close to me punching him in the face

"You, lose the glasses and some weight." he told me.

"Um, excuse me? Someone hold my glasses while I punch him in the face." I yelled, starting to take my glasses off.

"Now, just hold on a second" Finn started to say.

"Whoa, what was that, frankenteen? Why don't you, uh, wipe that dopey look off your face and get some lotion for those knuckles you've been dragging on the ground. " Only I'm allowed to call him Frankenteen.

"What's wrong with you?" said Finn but he was interrupted almost immediately.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me is that your freakishly tall! I feel like a WOODLAND CREATURE!" Everyone looked surprised. I wasn't. I knew this was going to happen but I didn't want to say anything, they had a lot of faith in hiring Dakota Stanley. I don't wanna ruin anything.

"Am I hurting your feelings? Did I say something wrong, because I thought you wanted somebody who respected you enough to tell you the truth, but maybe you don't have the confidence to hear it." That was the last straw.

"Listen, Oompa loompa, don't tell me I don't have the confidence to hear what you say because I do, I just don't have the patience to hear what you say. You wanna know why? It's because I do not care." I snapped and right now, I was in his face. I turned to the others,

"Look, guys, I'm sorry but I'm not putting up with his crap. It was fun, while it lasted" I finished sadly, walking towards the door.

"Screw this, I quit." said Finn, standing beside me and the door

"Me t-t-too. Let's roll, Artie." stated Tina. Look at what I started, I started a rebellion(cue cheesy proud smile). Mercedes and Kurt were walking towards the door where more than half of glee club were standing.

"No. Great, great." was all I heard from the devil until I tuned him out. We were starting to walk out the door until a certain diva's voice made us stop.

"Wait." called out Rachel. I turned around with a raised eyebrow, looking at her. She said something about Barbra Streisand and how she never let anything people said about her nose get to her.

"We're going to win because, we're different and that's what makes us special." she said looking at us. I think I might like her again. Finn and I exchanged glances and smiled at Rachel.

"Would you like to do the honors, Parker?" Me? Really? Rachel "Everything's About Me" Berry is letting me fire Dakota Stanley?

"I would like some assistance, too ya know." I said, smirking. We both walked up to Dakota, leaned close into his face and in unison said

"Your fired." He then stormed out of the room and we all cheered.

"Let's go get Mr. Schue back." I said.

~~***NEXT GLEE PRACTICE***~~

"It's nice to be back." I said, patting Mr. Schue on the back.

"I know, Parker. I know exactly how you feel." We both chuckled and I went into the line we were forming for our new number. Man, the things I do for this club.