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Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long since I last updated. I've been really busy ;( School sucks and having to choose GCSE options sucks even more.

Thanks to guest for suggesting a chapter where Marley sees Ryder shirtless, and thanks to my good ole friend GleeForTheWin for helping me out with this 'Naked'-themed chapter after a serious case of writer's block :-)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Not even a little bit.

"So 'x' equals… 107?"

"Yep," Ryder smiled softly and pecked the brunette's nose, signalling another right answer. "You sure are getting good at this, Mar."

"Well, I do have an excellent tutor," Marley replied as she pressed a kiss to Ryder's temple, making his face flush a pink colour. "But can we take a break now? My brain feels like it's about to explode all over this ancient math textbook."

"Okay," Ryder chuckled as he adjusted the glasses on his face and wrapped his arms around Marley's waist. She had grown to love it when he did that, despite the fact that she didn't want them to do any more than making out when they had first agreed on the arrangement.

"So, little birdy told me that certain Glee Club boys were going to be posing for a calendar to raise funds for their Nationals competition, and that Cheerios are required to help." Marley smirked.

"That is true. I'm kind of nervous though," the chestnut-haired boy looked down into his lap as he bit his lip, "I honestly haven't gone shirtless for… anything… before."

"Babe, you're gonna be super awesome. And hey – abs, that's what photoshop is for." Marley couldn't help but supress a small giggle as she spoke those last words.

"I know… I'm just worried you won't be able to resist me when I'm posing in front of all your cheerleading friends." Ryder smirked at his own cockiness; this caused Marley to burst into a fit of laughter.

"You're so goofy. You're the definition of 'goofball' when you look in the dictionary, I swear."

"Well if you look up 'beautiful' in the dictionary, it'll say Marley Rose," Ryder countered, making the girl before him grin as he leaned in to press his lips against hers.

"Well, you know that I'll be happy to help out with your calendar." Marley announced cheerfully (gosh, this boy releases a whole different side to her. When does she ever say something cheerfully?).

"Why, thank you," the Bieber-haired boy replied in gratitude. "What are the Cheerios doing to prepare for their Nationals championship, anyway?"

"A bikini car wash," Marley giggled.

"You're serious?"

"One hundred percent serious. It's tradition – we have a tradition to uphold," Marley tried to say in faux-seriousness, however at the end of the sentence she began to chuckle. "Besides, the money practically pours in."

"Well, I'll make sure to be attending that one." Ryder smirked and kissed the girl's cheek, slowly trailing down her face with soft pecks until he was kissing her lips passionately. This escalated and lasted a while before they carried on with their study session.

"Perfect!" announced an Asian girl from the Glee group (whose name escaped Marley's brain – 'Tina Cohen… something?') as she snapped another shot of a boy with glasses in a wheelchair, fashioning a fetching pilgrim outfit, presumably for the month of November – Thanksgiving. His glasses were much geekier than Ryder's, and he really wasn't all that attractive, but the Cheerios cheered and spurred him on nonetheless; they were told that they would get paid in return for being there and doing something helpful. Marley had her arms crossed and she bit her lip, her cerulean eyes converging on the curtain where the boys were changing. Soon Ryder would emerge out of those same curtains, fashioning something to do with July… she was honestly quite nervous. Partly because she had to conceal whatever emotion she would be feeling; partly because she didn't want to be put off the boy if his body wasn't her usual sphere of interest. She tried to convince herself; to promise herself that with him, she would never be shallow.

Soon the brunette was called up to rub oil on a boy called Sam – he had a chiselled physique and large, soft-looking lips, but he wasn't her type – he seemed a little too involved in his body. Nonetheless, she rubbed the golden solution over his chest as he gave a look of thanks. She moved her hands in swirls over the boy's chest, not noticing that a certain "Four-Eyes" had finally emerged from the curtains until she heard several cheerleaders give turned-on, exasperated noises, cheers, gasps and wolf-whistles; she cocked her head to his direction and her jaw practically dropped to the floor.

Ryder was wearing American flag themed boxer shorts and a similar patterned top hat, but aside from that, not an inch of fabric as in sight on the boy's built form. He had contacts in and had deserted his glasses, and his silky brown tresses were combed in his classic Bieber cut, albeit a little scruffily styled by gel; it was adding to his new handsome composure, and needless to say he did not need photoshop for his abs – they were chiselled with no imperfections. Ryder looked at his surroundings as he sported a slightly self-conscious expression before smirking slightly and walking to the background set for him, opposite to the one that the brunette was currently standing on with Sam. Marley had long since stopped rubbing oily circles into the blond boy's chest, and she followed Ryder with her large eyes, biting her lip and smirking as she walked to the place where the other Cheerios where standing, before the place where he would be photographed.

"Oil, please!" Tina Cohen-Something exclaimed, casting her eyes over the several Cheerios surrounding her as she picked a perky blonde to do the required task; Marley soon felt her face burning up in rage. The blonde Cheerio pumped the oil onto her palm, the shiny liquid cascading out of the bottle before she began massaging circles onto Ryder's frame. The girl bit her lip seductively and giggled slightly in a flirtatious manner as she seized the action, and Ryder gave a shy and awkward smile to the girl, trying to look like he didn't enjoy the gesture since there was only a metre between Marley and the girl. But he was never good at acting. Of course he liked Marley a lot, but it wasn't every day that a hot blonde cheerleader was rubbing oil into his chest – he would have been lying if he said he didn't enjoy it, but he wanted Marley to be in the girl's place more than anything.

The brunette crossed her arms over her chest as she tried to keep a poker face, nevertheless she was aching. The blonde continued to make flirtatious and turned-on noises as she rubbed the golden liquid onto Ryder's chest, and soon, Marley couldn't take it anymore. The words shot out of her throat like darts at the girl in front of her, and there was no controlling them.

"Sorry, this isn't a porn show?!" she exclaimed, causing everyone to cock their heads in her direction, including the blonde and the model himself. The blonde stood in a no-nonsense manner as she began to retort back to the Head Cheerleader before her.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry, I – along with everyone else here – was just getting a bit uncomfortable about you indirect-raping Bieber here." Marley pursed her lips and took a step towards the girl, her arms still firmly traversed over her chest.

"I didn't know that it was your responsibility to decide what he enjoys," the blonde girl smirked, taking a step towards Marley as she placed her hands on her hips. Everyone around 'ooh'ed sassily as she stabbed these words in the brunette's face, a velvety but deadly tone intoxicated in her voice. Marley looked behind the blonde to Ryder, who was simply staring at the two girls in disbelief, blinking slowly. The blue-eyed Cheerio chuckled as she shook her head.

"And what made you think that he was enjoying it? That smile plastered on his face was simply a smile of gratitude and politeness. Oh, and pity – he must feel sorry for how many times you've been rejected by the porn business, honey, by the sounds you were making." The blonde gasped at Marley's comment.

"Says you – you've slept with the entire school, you slut!" The blonde replied, the words flowing from her tongue into the dense air between the two girls. Marley opened her mouth and sighed in disbelief at the blonde's statement.

"You. Bitch." Marley said these words simply before raising her palm and giving the girl a very hard slap across her cheek, causing the blonde to clutch her face soon after and gasp. Marley gave Ryder a look swimming with emotions of both frustration and apology before she picked up her bag with a still-oily hand and strutted out of the room, sashaying into the empty halls of McKinley High.

I want to say a massive thank you to those who have followed/favourited/reviewed so far. I love you guys! And thanks to those who have helped me figure out how to do scene breaks, you've helped a bunch :-) Sorry about any mistakes in this chapter, by the way.

Please keep following/favouriting/reviewing and I promise to update as soon as I can! In a few chapters there will be (the first?) big moment of the story, and I'm sooo looking forward to writing it, as well as looking forward to you guys reading it and reacting to it! Put what you think it might be in a review, maybe? ;)

-Beth :P

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