Six was struggling with his locker combination, trying to balance his chemistry book and his backpack in one hand while fiddling with the lock. It was no help that Dean was jabbering on about his weekend plans as if it were Saturday, not Thursday afternoon. "My God, Dean, if you're looking for a gossip buddy, go hunt down the Cheerios," he finally snapped, managing the lock open on his fourth attempt.
Instead of recoiling like many would, Dean just laughed at the frustrated Brit. "Dude, relax. I was just filling the silence with something other than you grunting like a wannabe por-"
"Enough, Dean, or I'm not giving you a ride home. I already have enough to do this afternoon," Six warned, shoving the textbook in his hand into the locker. After dropping Dean off, he still had to pick up his younger sister from school and take her to a Girl Scout meeting, not to mention stopping by the library to return the books he had borrowed, pick his sister up from Girl Scouts, and-
"I'm just messing with you, man, chill," the trouble making Junior said, heading out for the parking lot. "It's pretty cool of you to give me a ride. I appreciate it," he kept talking, seemingly unable to stop, much to the annoyance of Six.
"Don't worry about it, seriously. It's no big thing," the Senior assured him, rolling his eyes as he got into his car, a shining black Lexus that stood out in the parking lot full of pre-owned Toyotas and Hondas. He hardly gave Dean a chance to react and get into the car before he was pulling out of the lot and onto the main road.
Dean was quiet for maybe a minute before he was running at the mouth again, still not picking up on how Six's jaw clenched and his hands gripped the wheel tighter. "What do you think Evans is going to have us do in Glee next week?" he asked curiously, tapping his fingers on his knee as he glanced out the window.
"Honestly, he'll probably do that thing teachers do when they make you do those silly introductions. Last thing I need is to say my full name and three things I like," Six attempted to joke, though there was still tension clear in his voice.
Six sat beside Dean at the auditions, his eyes flicking across the room every so often to see if Lily showed up;he wasn't listening much to the other auditions, because all the while, Dean was whispering. Lily had been the one to talk him into signing up, and what? She was just going to ditch? Not to mention he wasn't sure where the two of them stood after Gigi's party, but he couldn't let himself dwell on this.
About a minute into his inner monologue about whether he should leave or not, Mr. Evans made the decision for him. "Zachariah Starling, you're up," he called, and Six cringed at the usage of his full name as he walked up to the stage.
"I go by Six or Zac, sir," Six corrected as he adjusted the mic stand to accommodate his towering height.
"Oh, well then...Six, you can start whenever you're ready," Mr. Evans informed him, his eyebrows raised in amusement.
"I'm Six Starling, and I'll be singing LIKE I WOULD by Zayn," the Senior said, smirking as he began to sing.
Hey what's up! It's been a while...
Talking 'bout it's not my style
Thought I'd see what's up
While I'm lightin' up
Know it's late but I'm so wild
Saw your face and got inspired
Cause you let it go, now you're good to go
This is probably gonna sound wrong
Promise it won't last long
If we can never go back
Thought you'd like to know that
He, won't touch you like I do
He, won't love you like I would
He don't know your body
He don't do you right
He won't love you like I would
Love you like I would
It's okay to want me, 'cause I want you
Been thinkin' it over, but I prove
So stop wasting all my time, messing with my mind
It's cold-hearted, it's cold-hearted
Oh oh
This is probably gonna sound wrong
Promise it won't last long
Oh oh
If we can never go back
Thought you'd like to know that
He, won't touch you like I do
He, won't love you like I would
He don't know your body
He don't do you right
He won't love you like I would
Love you like I would
He can't hold you like I would
He can't love you like I would
He don't know your body
He don't know your body
He, won't touch you like I do
He, won't love you like I would
He don't know your body
He don't do you right
He won't love you like I would
Love you like I would
Like I would
He, won't touch you like I do
He, won't love you like I would
He don't know your body
He don't do you right
He won't love you like I would
Love you like I would
Like I would
He, won't touch you like I do
He, won't love you like I would
He don't know your body
He don't do you right
He won't love you like I would
After singing out the last note, Six nodded with a smirk. "I'm in, then?" he asked, looking at the gym teacher with a cocky smirk.
"Welcome to the club, Mr. Starling," Sam said, chuckling to himself. "Dean, you're up," he then called, watching the bad boy slink his way up to the stage.
"Evans, are you sure you haven't changed your mind about this? I would be fine with doing some community service hours if you don't want to take me anymore. I wouldn't want to be a burden to your club," he tried to excuse himself, wanting nothing more than to just walk out and go home.
Sam just shook his head, smirking a bit at Dean's antics. "What kind of teacher would I be if I gave up on you so easily. We haven't even started making magic," he told him, holding back a laugh when he saw him visibly shiver on the stage. "You can start whenever you want, dude. You're the one holding yourself up at this point," he then pointed out.
Dean rolled his eyes, but got to the mic anyways. "You know who I am, but not what I'm singing," he joked, winking at a random girl in the audience, who happened to be Hannah. When she scoffed, his smile faltered and he continued. "I'll be singing Titanium by Sia," he finished.
You shout it out
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
Cut me down
But it's you who have further to fall
Ghost town, haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
"Uh, thanks, I guess," Dean said awkwardly, shifting on the balls of his feet as he looked out at the mostly empty auditorium of his peers. "Was that what you wanted?" he asked Mr. Evans, shoving his hands into his pockets to hide the slight tremor in them. While he tried to play it confident around school, he was doing a pretty bad job of it now that he was standing alone on the stage.
"Yeah, that was awesome, Dean! I'll see you Monday," Sam told him with a grin, glad to see that the trouble making teen had actually given it a ditch effort.
Dean looked at Six as he pulled up in front of his house. "Thanks, man. I'll see you later," he said, giving him a confident smirk before heading out of the car, jogging up the driveway to the front door.
Six made sure his friend made it in alright before driving off, shaking his head slightly. He hadn't gotten in a word of his own throughout the whole car ride from school, but that didn't matter much, as his mind was more on everything he still had to do that afternoon.
YOOOOO! So I'm so sorry this took so long, thank you for sticking with this and me. Next chapter will be the last part of this episode, with the final two auditions (I promise I haven't forgotten anybody), and then it'll be onto the official first meeting of the Club. You guys rock!
