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CHAPTER TEN – OMG, WHO ELSE KNOWS?!

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This day was being really weird. First Rachel had called me to give her a ride and when I got there she seemed sad. I asked what was wrong but she deflected all my questions with lies, I know when she lies to me. But I tried to give her space, so she could come to me when ready.

When we arrived at school her stupid boyfriend (I allowed myself to bad mouth him in my head, whatever) was already there waiting for her in her locker, so I hugged her briefly and he glared at me. Yeah, really glared and I thought "what the fuck?" because I thought this glaring thing was left behind us; clearly I was wrong. But I just shook it off and headed to my locker.

By the time 5th period got around, I couldn't stand anymore. Finn was being rude and mean through all the fucking day when Rachel wasn't around; what a coward. He would make snarky comments about everything I said; I didn't even know he knew how to be sarcastic, he really surprised me there.

When we were in the hallway and he made a comment about my wardrobe making sure I listened, it was my breaking point.

"What?" I asked almost growling at him.

I think it was all he was waiting for, because he marched at where I was and all but towered over me.

"Leave her alone!" He growled and pointed every world. What the fuck?

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked because I really didn't have a clue.

"You know what!" He was fuming, truly fuming. I pushed him away from me because he was starting to be closer than he should; I could already smell his awful cologne.

"I wouldn't be asking if I did." I shouted at him because he's stupidity was really pissing me off.

In that moment some kind of circle of students had formed around us to know what was happening; people should really try to live their own damn life.

"About you loving Rachel!" He yelled and my face felt. Really, I couldn't do anything; it was just like the world was in slow motion. My feelings were just shouted so everyone could hear and it was suffocating; not because I was ashamed, but because I am a private person, I don't like to have my life in everybody tongues. That's why I never accepted Santana's or Brittany's invitation to joy the cheerios; I liked my somewhat anonymity.

I guess Finn realized what a stupid thing he had done because he seemed frightened, I don't know by whom, Santana or Rachel. He was about to say something when I just turned around and closed my locker. I took a second to compose myself and walked away.

The people on the hallway were all whispering about me, I was sure and it was really freaking me out but I couldn't let it show so I just walked faster and faster till I reached the bleachers. Damn it, how could that happened? How could he know?

I let my tears finally come out and hid my head in my hands. I really didn't have a problem being out and proud, but have your feelings being yelled at your face by the boyfriend of your loved one was really shitty. Really fucking shitty. And I hated how I was really mad at Rachel because Finn could have only heard it from her, Santana would never tell him. She hated his guts as much as I did. She hadn't even told Britt because she promised me she wouldn't. And I know she didn't because San could be everything but she never broke her promises.

I didn't know how long I was out there and I didn't care either. But when my cellphone started to ring and beep all the time, I thought it was long enough.

From San: Where the hell r u, Q? I heard about Finnept, r u ok?

From San: WTF Q? Answer me, bitch!

From Britt: Hey Q, we r worried, where r u?

From Rach: Quinn, I'm so so sorry. Where are you? We need to talk, please.

I sighed, replying Santana and Britt but letting Rachel's unanswered. In less than one minute the three of them appeared. I should have known Rachel would be with them.

"I'm gonna murder that son of a bitch Quinn!" It was the first thing Santana said as she climbed the bleachers to where I was. I didn't look at Rachel, because I really didn't want to know what she thought about Santana's comment. If she defended him, I was going to flip.

Britt hugged me before I even had the time to answer Santana.

"Are you ok, Quinn?" She asked with concern in her bright blue eyes. I smiled a sad smile at her.

"Yes, Britt." I said just so she wouldn't be sad.

Rachel was quiet all this time, I was surprised but I didn't look at her. I was really upset with her. How could she tell him? Sure he was her boyfriend, but I am her best friend. Shouldn't I at least have a say if I want my feelings to be spilled out? A part of me was really hoping he had found out in another way.

"I'm sorry, Quinn." She said finally.

"Yeah you should!" Santana glared at her. I didn't say anything.

"Did you tell him?" I asked finally looking at her petit form.

She had a retracted posture and I just got my answer from her face.

"Why?" I asked standing up and positioning my body in front of hers. She couldn't even look me in the fucking eyes.

"He was mad about those days I pushed him and kept asking me my motives and I thought he was going to understand." She said looking exasperated. ''I'm so sorry, Quinn, I didn't know he would confront you. I'm so, so sorry." She said finally meeting my eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me he knew?" I asked sounding more defeated then angry. "This morning, you had to have seen the way he was glaring at me. Why didn't you tell me? Or even asked if I was ok with him knowing?"

"Because when I told him it seemed like a good idea. You know how I value sincerity; I didn't want to lie to him. But his reaction wasn't the best so I was afraid of telling you; I didn't want to upset you. But be sure Quinn, I'm really sorry for what happened. It was never my intention for him to treat you badly or be such a jack ass." She said almost crying. I knew she was really upset with the situation, but I was hurt.

"Tell me at least you're going to break up with the goof?" Santana asked from behind me. The Latina had her arms crossed and sounded very annoyed.

"I don't know what I will do about this yet, Santana." Rachel asked leaving a long sigh and rubbing her temple with her fingertips.

"Well, I thought it was an easy decision."

"Santana, let her be." I said not really wanting to discuss Rachel's relationship with Finn; I just didn't want to hear about Finn at all.

I sat again in the bleachers and looked at the sky.

"Alright." Santana luckily agreed and sat beside Britt. Rachel was the only one that was still standing.

"Quinn, can we please talk about it?" Rachel asked not seeming happy with Santana interruptions.

"I don't really want to talk right now, Rachel." I said.

"With me or at all?" She said it with such a little voice that I had to look at her. I sighed, kind of exasperated.

"Both, I guess." I whispered.

She sighed.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" She asked me and I could almost see the hope in her eyes, but this time she would be disappointed.

"Yeah, it would be good." I said, taking my eyes from her. "At least for a while."

She nodded and said her good-byes to the girls and left. When she was gone I left myself relax when Britt hold me. That was a shitty day in a shitty year.

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I am a little better today, so thanks for your concerns and for your kind wishes for me to be better. I know the chapter is short too, but it will have to do. I also intend in publishing one more today. So thanks again and have a good day. Take care!