Chapter 10: Quinn
Oh this is just perfect. Mr. Schue and Ms. Sylvester on one side of the office, little miss diva and her dickhead boyfriend on the other… and me standing by myself. Nobody is on my side, that's for sure.
Sylvester speaks up. "Quinn, this is the second time in two weeks you're in my office. Care to elaborate as to why?"
Wow. Great observation. Clearly you are in the wrong professional field.
"Ma'am," I say, glancing over at the little diva. "There was a mishap in Chemistry today. I was just trying to be gallant and help Miss Berry from falling out of her chair. When she spilled water on my pants. Instead of getting angry about it, I made a joke. " I turn to Mr. Schue, " I wouldn't want a little spilled water to ruin the fun I was having listening to your brilliant lecture."
"Don't insult my lectures, Quinn," Schue says. " I've had it up to here with your antics," he says, while his hand waves around. Mr. Schue turns his attention to Rachel and Finn. If he thinks that I'm going to let them bitch at me, then he's got another thing coming.
"And don't you think you two are any better," he says.
Rachel looks stunned at the scolding. I smile.
"I can't be partners with her," Rachel blurts out.
Finn cuts in, "She can partner with me and Tina."
I almost smile when I see Mr. Schue's eye narrow. "And what makes you two so special you think you can change my class structure?" Dayummmm Mr. S, you go boy.
"William, I'll take it from here," Sylvester says to Mr. Schue. " Mr. Schuester and I are on the same page. In light of that… Quinn stop provoking Rachel." Mr. Schue fires a fierce look at me. "Rachel, stop acting like a princess." Mr. S shoots the same look at Rachel. "And Finn… what do you even have to do with this?"
"I'm her boyfriend," pointing to Rachel. You don't have to point dipshit. I wouldn't be caught dead cozying up to that goat.
"I'd appreciate if you kept your relationship out of my classroom," Mr. Schue says.
"But-," Finn starts.
Mr. Schue cuts him off. "Enough, we're done here."
The diva and her dog stalk out of the room, clearly upset.
After I walk out of the office, Mr. Schuester puts a hand on my shoulder. "Quinn?"
I stop and look at him. His eyes have sympathy written all over them. I don't like it. "Yeah?"
"I see right through you."
I want to wipe that sympathy off his face. The last time a teacher looked at me like that, it was in sixth grade right after my sister was shot. "You might want to wait a month or two before you go making a statement like that."
He laughs and says, "I haven't been teaching long, but I've already seen more Quinn Fabrays in my classroom than a lot of teachers will see in a lifetime."
I put a hand over my heart, acting wounded. "And I thought I was unique… you wound me William."
"You want to be unique, Quinn? Follow your dreams. Who cares what your parents want you to do. Be more than what they see in you." His face softens " Don't let others dictate who you are," he says getting all serious.
He has no clue how much my parents leak into the future. A redbrick building can't shield me from them. Even if I wanted to hide, I wouldn't be able to. They own me. "I know what you're going to say next… if I ever need a friend, I'm here."
"Wrong. I'm not your friend. If I were, you wouldn't be in this predicament. But I've seen your test scores. You're smart. You could really do something with this life if you took it seriously."
"Can I go now?" I ask, because I have no comeback. I'm ready to accept that Ms. Sylvester and Mr. Schuester might not be on my side. But I'm not sure they're on the other side either. That kind of blows my mind.
"Off you go then." I turn to walk away, my thoughts escaping me when I hear him call after me, "and if you ever call me William again, you'll have the pleasure of spending another afternoon with me and writing an essay on respect. Remember, I am not your friend."
I continue you walking, smiling to myself. He sure does wield detention and threats of essays like weapons.