Author's Note:
Hallo again! ...I actually don't know what to write...my head is kind of empty right now...
Oh right! *snaps fingers* Now I got it. Right so I never realized this when I was younger, but I hardcore shipped Jori. You know Jade and Tori from Victorious. *sigh* Those were the days.
There's also the fact that there's actually a (Spoiler Alert) femslash kiss in The Last of Us: Left Behind DLC between Ellie and Riley. So as you can tell, I geeked the hell out and erupted into rainbows.
Also high school life...*clicks tongue* I'm trying to get into SEALS so that I could get an aiguillette. Also archery cause damn...I got no ribbons. Just a name tag, JROTC insignia, and a Petty Officer Third Class insignia. And I still haven't gotten my physical fitness ribbon. (10/30/17 I received four ribbons and a gold star not too long ago...I don't know) But hey guys! I'm getting promoted to Petty Officer Second Class (10/05/17 now Petty Officer Second Class) Awesomeness dudes! But like I'm still sad cause I need ribbons and there's so much to do...my homework kills already, I have allergies (sneezing like my grandpa, coughing like I just inhaled some bad smoke, and a raspy ass voice that makes my friends think 'did you read fanfiction before you got to school?')
Anyhow, I'm still a lazy fucker and I've been stuck in my mind trying to find Quinntina fanfics. Quinn x Tina fanfics. Don't judge me. I need Asian LGBTQ representation in my life from Glee. They should've made her bisexual. There was a lot of hinting in Season 1. Then again, there wouldn't be Tike. But then again RIB should've made her a canonical bi.
By the way, if you guys happened to be interested in other things I do just check out my Tumblr account...it's still 'gleebishop'.
I changed my plan about introducing the supernatural factor in really late into the story...cause ya know...*shrug*...I just got really bored waiting for shit to happen.
Over the past few days, I've been trying to organize the wolf pack and then it hit me like a ton of bricks that my dumbass self forgot to include that they're supposed to have mates. That being said, there are quite a few surprises. Additionally, it's painful for me in my mind that there haven't been any Sue Sylvester or parental interactions. Also Shelby still needs to come into the story and since Beth isn't here to draw that bridge I have something else up my sleeves.
Honestly, in my opinion chapters 1-6 are shitty...but I guess I expected that since I was still young back then and my vocabulary is lacking...it probably still is. I was reading through it and I noticed how obviously cringey it is. And chapters 7-9 is the representation of the better quality of my work and deprivation of sleep. Of course, there's the idea of still having a lot of room for improvement...let's just see how it goes.
Also once we get into the Season 2 timeline, I wanted to introduce this other side of Lexi. Since you all know she's from the Quileute tribe and she is intersex and blah blah, I don't want to focus on only that aspect of her. Like just because this female character has a penis doesn't mean that it's going to be the focus of her character, only partially. So I was thinking of bringing up nationality, ethnicity, and all the other factors to Lexi Diaz. That she's not just Native American and a carbon copy of the characters from Twilight and all that. And I also feel like a dumbass because originally I planned on having Lexi to bring out and channel my insecurities and I have completely flopped face forward into the abyss. I haven't done any of that in my opinion, so I apologize if you guys get confused of my character. Let me know if I'm doing any of this shit right or I'm actually making sense with what I am trying to do. So that's one of my main concerns.
I hadn't clarified my intentions, but in Chapter 2, I had Quinn's grandparents be the ones that are against LGBT because I don't want anyone to be on the bad side of their parents. Especially Quinn cause she's just a cute Pop Tart and I don't like the idea of her crying over the fact that her parents don't support her decisions in any way. And since we actually don't have any idea what Quinn's grandparents look like and have never been mentioned on the show, I guess it's a way to soften the blow, yet still be another barrier for Quinn to go through.
Also if you guys read on Wattpad, I would appreciate it if you dudes check out my best friend's awesome story 'FrostBite'. Author: ~Silver-the-Geck~. And I can't spoil anything but my own story, but PLEASE go on over and of course ship all the people that you wish to ship cause really that's how our brains are wired. And leave a comment that you guys got sent by a Kit-Kat Tiger.
09/24/17
I just watched Cars 3...I fucking ship Cruz and Natalie. That's all I have to say...
P.S. Hey Young Blood! If you're reading this, you are awesome and your hard work is valued. Also I'm lazier than you and love you bro! Just keep swimming! Believe!
WARNING: Shit is about to go down
ADVISE: Reread Chapter 7 if you haven't already done so. (I updated it and included one of the insecurities that I am portraying in Lexi)
P.S. This chapter has been sitting in my computer for 2 months that's why I seem like I'm late as fuck...but I'm still late as fuck...so...
My back hurts from SEALS...
(10/25/17) Correction...everything fucking hurts. That cafeteria pizza screwed up my game. *facepalm*
Happy Halloween!
Newton's Laws of Motion
AKA after Mash-Up, but before Wheels
Friday October 30 11:59 PM
"I'm not so sure about this, Quinn." I whisper, staring at the darkened forest warily. I shiver uncomfortably as something cold crawls up my spine. "This place is already creeping me out and I'd very much like to live longer." The lonely lit pole that we had passed by earlier catches my gaze; it stands in the center of the circular gleam of brightness. The silhouette of flying leaves gets caught in the light.
There were no benches around. There weren't any sheds. There just wasn't anything man made. Just the lamp post. That is what is man made. The lamp post. Impressively, the light was as bright as a stadium beam. Blinding, but comforting in an odd way.
"Diaz, I told you already. Coach Sylvester says there's forest rangers here during these hours." She whispers back, her gloved hand grabbing my forearm, dragging me towards the huddle. A suspicious bag dangles on her other hand. What could be in there? Sushi? Cheetos? Brownies? Twizzlers? Chinese takeout? Rice?!
Fuck, dude. I'm starving.
I look at her incredulously. "Rangers are actually willing to stay here...where monsters possibly reside?" I shake my head in disbelief; my eyes wander, slowly taking in the river a couple yards away.
She shrugs, releasing my arm. From the pocket of her pea coat, she reveals a small silver flashlight. She shines it across everyone's faces. Those being Rachel, Brittany, Santana, Tina, Cameal, and Mike.
"For Christ's sake! Can you not shine that fucking light in my face?!"
"Santana, I'd appreciate it if you quit whining like a small child." Quinn snaps, glaring at Santana just as a cool breeze brushes past the circle we had formed.
Mike leans toward me. "Is it just me or was that the ghosts trying to communicate with us?"
I glare at him. My shoulders getting tense at the thought. Maybe I should've just stayed home. Damn, if Ma finds out I'm not sleeping in bed right now...I'm dead. Or worse...no food for me tomorrow. "Do you really have to creep me out with your supernatural beliefs?"
Now don't get me wrong, I love everything that's supernatural; however, I hate the idea of getting followed every single day of my life with a spirit clutching onto my back. I think I've been watching too many horror movies lately. Especially the Shake, Rattle, and Roll series. Phew. Gotta ask Graham to watch cheesy love stories late at night instead. At least with those I get to watch Echo cry a snotty river. Thumbs up for that one all the way.
"Nope. I just like pissing you off." He gives me a cheeky grin.
"I oughtta smack you in the face." My jaw tensing as eyes narrow.
Mike shrugs, punching my shoulder lightly. "Love ya too, bro." His eyes crinkle in amusement.
Santana rolls her eyes at the blonde. "Maybe I wouldn't be whining if you had let me get my proper hours of sleep. Like hell, I wouldn't even be freezing my ass off."
Now that she mentions it, the cheerleader did look a bit under the weather. Her hair was up in a ponytail, but it wasn't as slick as it was when she's in her uniform. The color of her eyes were vibrant as if they could set on fire. And an even deeper scowl written on her lips. She's much quicker to anger. Her temper has surely risen. Stress?
"You're Santana Lopez, right?"
"Bitch, are you blind?" The raven-haired Cheerio responds, clearly confused.
"I'll take that as a yes then." Quinn mutters under her breath, giving me a side glance. I smirk at the quiet remark. "Coach specifically said that you, me, and Brittany have to go on this mandatory hunt for a mystery box. It's your decision." The blonde tilts her head with a raised brow. Definitely looks like a challenge. "You leave right now, I'll tell her all about your wonderful insubordination."
With slow pradatory strides, she comes to a stop a few inches in front of the other girl. Their gaze pressing down roughly like a sharpened heel onto the neck of the silent atmosphere. We all watch with curiosity as Quinn's hand disappears into the small shopping bag. Her hand lifts. A walkie talkie in hand. Shit.
"Are you in?" She inches closer. Leaves crunch under her boots. "Or not?" She waves it between them. Only her thumb and middle finger grasping the object. Damn, she's channeling the Alpha right now.
Santana's eye twitches with anger. Yup, that was quick. "Let's get this over with." She snatches the walkie talkie with a growl. I momentarily imagine her stomping her feet.
Quinn rolls her eyes before passing out more devices. "Let's split up into four groups so we'd get a better shot at finding the box." Her hand latches onto my left arm after claiming her previous spot. My lips tug into a smile. I catch Mike's eyes. He gives me a smug look. I cough away my smile, glaring at the Asian dancer for second time that day. He winks at me teasingly before turning to Rachel.
I take in a sharp breath.
He's asking her to be his partner. He's asking Rachel to be his partner. Mike is asking Rachel to be his partner. Rachel is nodding. Nodding means 'yes.'
Lexi, stop it.
"You want us to stroll around like dumbasses. Dumbasses searching for a stupid box that can be anywhere in the woods?" Santana scoffs. "Brilliant, Fabray." She nods with exaggeration. "What a perfect idea. Pure genius."
"You'll know when you see it."
The Head Cheerio tugs me into the western direction according to my compass.
As we walk away, my ears pick up Tina's voice. "Man, I-I thought you a-and Lexi were going to partner up! I was hoping on fangirling over Diahote."
Oh dear.
Quinn tenses beside me, her arm tightening even more around my own. She walks faster, leaving me no choice but to speed up. Did she hear that too?
Yup, totally.
Brain?
Yeah?
Shush.
12:54 AM
East
On the eastern side of the woods, Cameal and Tina cautiously hike through the slightly narrow spaces between the trees; they somewhat trip their way over the roots that spread across the earth's home grounds. Despite the clumsiness, no one can ignore the deep cracking in their voices - mostly anxiety or just terror in general.
Could you whisper in my ear
The things you wanna feel
I'd give you anythin'
To feel it comin'
Do you wake up on your own
And wonder where you are?
You live with all your faults
I wanna wake up where you are
I won't say anything at all
So why don't you slide
Don't you love the life you killed?
The priest is on the phone
Your father hit the wall
Your ma disowned you
Don't-
Scratch.
The two girls jump in surprise, clasping onto each other tightly. Heavy breathing. The wind brushes past them. Tina flashes her source of light in the direction of the disturbance. A tree. The same tree with exactly two bushes beside it. No changes whatsoever.
"What the hell?" Tina whispered with shakiness. "There's n-nothing there." She reassures to Cameal...or herself - she's not entirely sure. Her heart hammers against her rib cage. The clothes on her back doesn't stop the boiling shiver that sprints up her spine.
Cameal gulps. She fidgets. Her foot unconsciously stepping forward. Away from the sudden sound. "Let's just go. The sooner we find the box, the sooner I can go home and complain about Lexi's girlfriend."
Maybe it was impulse. Or she didn't want to get left out. Lexi is her best friend dammit. Does that make me selfish? To worry and develop anxiety. That she'll get replaced eventually. Maybe dating Miranda wasn't such a good idea. She barely knows the girl. And now she spends less time with Lex. But hell, she likes Miranda. For one, she's a hot cheerleader. It's rare to get one of those. And two, she's a smarty pants. Even rarer. The last reason, she likes Miranda. That girl is kind when she wasn't forced to slushie all those other freshmen. She has brains. She's beautiful. She makes awkward puns that strum the never ending strings in her heart. Fuck. She's such a sap.
Back to Lexi. She notices her attention. The lack of it. She's so hung up on those four girls. She thinks she should just move on. It sounds harsh, but she's just being honest. This large web of crushes...it crushes you. The spider eventually catching you. Eats you for breakfast. Constricts your brain into believing that everything will go your way. It'll keep you pining forever. Nevertheless, feelings for four girls - it's not going to end well. It's like something out of an extremely hyperactive imagination. Lex has that. But she believes in that girl. And she'll continue to do so. She'll believe it till she sees it. A sex orgy. That's what she sees a lot of.
Tina nods. She chooses not to comment. Yet, in the back of her mind she questions who Cameal is possibly talking about. Aren't they the ones dating? She'll have to ask Cameal later. Or Lexi. She imagines them kissing. Lips. Soft lips. Jesus Chris, Tina. They're your friends. They're attractive...but they're your friends. They're very attractive friends. Shaking her head at the thought, the shorter girl lets herself get pulled farther away from the offending tree. Stupid sexual feelings, trying to screw up my day. I kissed a girl and I liked- Tina, shut up.
They continue walking at a quicker pace. The gnawing thought of getting strangled in the night driving their need to get out of these woods.
Scratch. Scratch.
They whip their heads around. The flashlight squeezed tightly in Tina's fingers. Cameal shakily grabs the walkie talkie from her belt, ready to alert the others. "See. I knew we shouldn't be singing that song." Cameal tried to joke, desperately hoping to calm her reeling heart. The hand that clenches at the back of her hoodie keeping her grounded. "Especially if a ghost is lurking around. And hears you. They probably think we're talking about them now." She trembles; her head scrambles from side to side just to find a reason. Or just a small reason.
To run the their asses out.
"Please don't talk about ghosts. It's scaring the living crap out of me!" Tina whispered back harshly, her knuckles turning white from her grip.
"How can I? The ghost probably thinks we're talking smack about their mother." The La Push native frowns; also having the urge to cry her eyes out. This may seem like an exaggeration of the situation, but she's just not ready to die yet. "And that's never a good idea. Plus, it's officially the start of Halloween. I don't wanna jinx it."
The scratch begins again. Only this time, it continues. The sounds seemed to have gotten closer. Much closer. The girls cringe, the horrible noises feeling like knife punctures in the nerves of their backs. A satanic chuckle resonates through the tension filled air.
"I'm not the o-only one that heard that...right?"
A chuckle booms.
Their mouths run dry. The breath in the girls' lungs constrict rigidly as they stare in alarm. What they have set their attention on is what you don't usually wish to seek.
A shadowy figure appears behind them.
Cold sweat.
Breaths stop.
It's not until the being screeches viciously that pain makes its way to Cameal's and Tina's ears. They cover them urgently. Nails dig into the skin behind their ears.
The weight from Cameal's feet disappear; she hastily grabs at Tina - dragging her out of a dark stupor. They run to the right; thighs burning with adrenaline and intensity. The blood thirsty eyes narrow with rage.
"Shit!" Tina screams frustration. The breath in her lungs are heavy; the brightness from the flashlight jolts from her rapid movements. The circular shine bounces everywhere in front of her. The angry shrills behind them tells her brain: "Keep FUCKING moving!"
Cameal breathes out heavily from her mouth. She brings up the walkie talkie roughly up to her mouth, her fingernail getting caught against the skin above her lip. It knicks. She presses the PTT button. "Someone fucking help us over here!" She's screams, jumping over a rock and tucking the device inside her jeans. A small part of her still thinking that that the stupid thing'll fall out of her hands. Pfftt, I'm not going to be a victim of cliche horror movie stupidity.
Tina pushes her into a crowd of bushes. Leaves slap against their faces. Their backs make impact on ground chips and fallen pine needles. Hurriedly, they scoot together, quaking dangerously. Cameal clamps her hand against her mouth stiffly; Tina bites at her bottom lip, hard enough to draw a small drop of blood. They equally strain their ears.
Silence. Deathly silence.
The device crackles. It crackles inside the jeans. The jeans Cameal had snaked on from her dirty laundry basket. In those jeans...the walkie talkie is tucked in.
Her eyes widen. Claws grab her from above. A loud screech erupts, effectively deafening the female in the being's ripe, chopping hold. Cameal tightens her eyes closed. Fear of not wanting to see the terror inches away from her very own eyes.
Tina stands. Tears overflow. Her focus freezing on the monstrous creature. It stares directly at her with demonic observance. Deep crimson. Its mouth twitches revealing a row of jagged fangs. It was smirking at her. Mockingly. Claws grapple unyieldingly on Cameal's neck. The girl continues to kick and jab at the towering demon. A grim murky air pervades its body.
Cameal's limbs begin to feel heavy. Increasingly losing strength in her frenzied attempts to survive. Losing. Heavy. The searing pressure against her neck blocks the oxygen from accomplishing its duty. Her eyelids feel powerless. Thoughts are scattered. She's ready to go to sleep.
Tina rushes forward, flinging herself at the hulking being.
Unfortunately, it grabs hold of her. It catches her swiftly by the neck. Lifts her high up into the sky. Its grip is cold. Colder than a blizzard. Far below than below. She's numb. The dark presence stretches its jaws; his teeth elongating from within its mouth. Chipped. The Asian girl stares in extreme dread; tears fall. She struggles to glance at Cameal. But she manages. And she chokes on a sob when she notices that she's barely moving.
"It will be over soon, child."
Tears rain down her cheeks as the voice whispers close to her ear. The sharp, uncut talon from its claw dragging back and forth. It was trying to calm her. Make her feel that everything is all right in the world. It was cruel. Sick in its demonic mind. Damn this sick bastard. She was only a freshman. She hasn't truly survived the high school food chain until she was a sophomore. But she's not a sophomore. Freshman. That's right. Too young to die. She still needs to take that test for physics and at least die with a decent grade. To reach that 4.0 GPA. And for once not get slushied. Cameal? Cameal is too kind and gentle to die. She'll kill you with kindness. Tina just wishes she could've told her that more. Then again, they never really got the time to properly connect. They could have annoyed and teased Lexi together. They could've gone out and bought matching beanies. Well. Nice knowing her anyways.
A blinding ray of light. The creature is hit; the being lets out an agonizing roar, dropping the two girls onto the ground with no carefulness present. It takes a moment, but the entity of the demon vanishes into nothing, not even a single trace of its existence. With the exception of harsh marks and scarring. Either physically or mentally.
In a daze. Cameal and Tina shift their eyes. They find Rachel. A worried expression is painted on her face. Rachel stares down at the two of them - worriedly - and somehow...she is able to support Mike's weight against her side. From what the girls could tell, Chang Jr. was not feeling as good as he did almost an hour ago.
At their feet was a metal container.
Cameal weakly rises beside Tina, into a seated position. Her hand gently touches the red print on her throat. "Why couldn't I have just stayed home?" She pouts.
Mike groans next to Rachel. He clutches his side.
"Does anyone of you have food by any chance? I could really go for a vegan burger right now." Rachel says absentmindedly, ignoring how Cameal and Tina stare at her in disbelief.
"How can you be hungry at a time like this?"
"Everyone could've been dropped dead like flies twenty seconds ago."
12:44 AM
South
"Hey Rachel, do you see that?" Mike says, pointing at a bright blue light. It flickers a good couple of feet in front of them. The shine hits their faces; eyes narrow from the glare. Mike moves his palm outwards, blocking the offending visual.
Rachel squints in the direction he's directing her gaze towards. "It looks kind of suspicious."
An eerie rock drops to the bottom of her stomach. Everything about the situation was telling her it wasn't a good idea. It was Quinn's idea - Coach Sylvester's idea to go here, but still, Quinn chose to follow those orders. She doesn't know what provoked her to butt in. To gain confidence and tell the Head Cheerio that she'll tattle. To just join in. And see more of them. She won't tell you who, but they're really cute. They'd probably look at her like she's crazy. And the tall one will just hug her tightly. Tell her that she's adorable. Why are feelings complicated? Why aren't humans made with a book of instructions? A guidebook? Listed guidelines? And here they are. They sneak out at night and march head on into a dark forest. There probably aren't even any forest rangers. She shakes her head at the lack of precautions. Whatever they were searching for, she hopes it's worth all the trouble.
She watches as Mike switches his gaze; between her and the blinking brightness. He was hesitating.
He slowly shrugs. "I mean, Quinn did say we'd know once we see it. I think that's what she meant by it."
The brunette worries her bottom lip. Looking behind them, her eyes drink back in the path they had taken. To get to this flashing light.
Sighing tiredly, she nods. "Alright. Let's go."
Mike nods as well, giving the girl an encouraging smile. He offers her his hand; assisting her over a log in their path. She smiles at him gratefully.
They follow the light blue. Rachel's eyes cautiously survey the forest while keeping a close eye on Mike's back. He leads them through the trees. She scratches at her palms. A sweltering tingle in them. They increase as they reach their destination.
Mike didn't think much when Brittany had asked him to join the search. Except, what search? For what? Later, he finds out that Quinn had sent his dance bud to appoint him into the group. It was a confusing ordeal, strictly for the reason on why they were supposed to go out into the woods to hunt for a small box. That could be anywhere in the woods. Anywhere. Once, when he was younger, his mother told him to never do things that made him uncomfortable. It was alright. Don't push yourself. The more...gentler of the two. Then, there was his dad. His motto: "Be comfortable with being uncomfortable." Chang Sr. is the goal getter. He'd set the standard. And there was the thing about contracts. Read it. Find loop holes. So when Brittany had asked, he said 'yes.' Because that's what friends do. A verbal promise. A contract. But he was uncomfortable with learning that he had to go out during the night. Sadly, there weren't loopholes. Snuck out of the window and ran down the block behind shadows. Afraid that his parents might still be awake. Staring out the window. Did everyone do this?
The light is coming from within the earth. The boy's eyes shift around before they twinkle in delight. He walks away a few feet, finding a plank of bark with his flashlight. Rising the plank over his head, he chops down. The wood embedding into the dirt. He begins digging out the earth; the light suddenly fades away as Rachel takes over flashlight duty.
After a few minutes, the bark hits something metal. It makes a loud clunk with a few pieces of pine wood splintering off.
Mike and Rachel share a glance.
The tall dancer sinks down to his knees, placing the plank beside him and hauling out the compartment by its rusty handle.
A prickle sets off the hairs on Rachel's neck.
Mike is knocked sideways by an invisible force. Into a bulky tree. It bashes him into a state of unconsciousness. The old rusty compartment flys away from the dancer's grasp during impact, straight into a boulder. A clank sounds inside it.
Rachel calmly straightens her back. Standing at attention. Her senses going haywire from the atmosphere surrounding her. Her ears pick up the sound of a scraggly twig snapping in half. Directly on her far right. She rolls her eyes at the attempt to frighten her. Rachel's palm shoots out quickly towards the shift. Boiling warmth resonates from her palm. A bright white gleam zooms out of her open hand. A smirk forms on the brunette's face; she watches with satisfaction. Red eyes stare back at her - peeved - before the subordinate demon disintegrates.
The diva shakes her head to herself, unamused. "Always never learning." She mumbles, swiping the metal container. She strides over to the unconscious body on the ground. She contemplates. Despite having unlocked this unusual...advantage...during her encounter with Santana a week ago, she can't help but feel that the moment they had shared was meant to happen. It was passionate. Mind blowing. She nibbles on the edge of her lip. The whipped cream.
Rachel shakes her head.
Focus, you bumbling fool!
Easily, she picks up Mike. Throwing his arm over her shoulder. She checks her watch.
12:56 a.m.
The device on Mike's belt makes a crackling noise and it's Cameal screaming. She pulls his entire weight over her shoulder and she pops the metal in her left hand. She bolts. Dirt flying out from under her soles.
12:39 AM
North
In the opposite direction where Mike and Rachel were out hunting for the mystery box, Brittany was perched on a bench. She had constructed it out of various roots from the tree she sat in front of. The moss on the surface made comfortable cushions for the blonde. She stretches her legs out, setting her feet cozily on the puzzling compartment. The one Coach Sylvester had sent them to find.
They had found it just twenty minutes into their search. The two catching sight of a dark crimson flickering stream of brightness. Buried deep into the earth.
Brittany sat. Bored. She continues watching Santana. Who repeatedly kicks at the ground beneath her feet. All this anger.
How can all that anger fit such a tiny body? Brittany doesn't understand. Okay, so she's...that, but she doesn't need to fall into it. She's not required to follow this detached road. It's in her blood, but it's not her. But she can see it. It's boiling. Like a furnace. Ready to puff out ashy smoke and strangle you till the brink of madness. She sees it changing her. But she sees Santana fighting it. Difficulty each day. To be better. The world isn't black and white. Brittany knows that. She's not the dumb naive girl everyone thinks that she is. The world is a mix of a lot of things. Yet, the only real way to be happy...at least in this world, is to believe. Achieve. Fight. She knows Santana. That stubborn girl. She just needs to come to a conclusion. Work with it. Find the disadvantages. And then the advantages. Just fight.
Santana growls in frustration. "Why the hell is this happening to me?" Her anger building up in her chest to the point that it felt like a chthonic inferno. She stomps towards a nearby tree, ignoring the harsh impact that drives up her legs. Stopping, her left hand flying out to grasp the rough bark.
For fuck's sake. She's pissed. To the center of the bone. Shredded to milky bits. She knows exactly why the fuck this was happening. This...this curse. Maybe she should spit on it. Tell her damn father to go shit on someone else's life. Not hers. Sure, she's a hardcore bitch; someone has to do it. Not everyone can be all prissy and perfect with a kind of cute awkwardness. This curse set her up. In the path to even more destruction. It was cruel. Vindictive. Before, the control was hers. She could just snap her polished fingers and everyone would bow down. Bow to her power. Benefits. But not friends. She left hickies. Bites. Lots of those. Never burns. Handprint burns. She should be more careful. To not hurt the delicate skin of these people. Don't touch them. They'll burn. Your anger burnt them. You watched them look at you with shock and then adoration. You burnt them. Like a permanent fixture. Like you own them. You burnt them. One. Two. You're as bad as your fucked up dad.
The blonde dancer watches curiously. Her eyes on Santana. She's dead still. Until a hoot. An owl. The sound breaks the tense puffs of air, the simple noise of course strikes a nerve in the shorter cheerleader.
Crunch!
Brittany rolls her eyes as Santana's tightly clenched fist makes contact centimeters away from her left hand. "Really, Santana?" She shakes her head exasperatedly. She crosses her arms. "You have to take it out on Mother Nature's creation?"
The tan girl just grunts in response, applying pressure in her left arm. She struggles to reclaim her limb from the wounded tree. The inner core splints Santana subsequently to her sleeve rolling up her arm; the fabric getting caught on the tree's hold. Tears of blood begin to form on her skin. Teeth grit in pain. Finally, with a pained scream, she rips her arm out.
A vein in the cheerleader's neck lays protruding out to the cold. She grips her bicep. Short fingernails dig deep crescents into the soft skin through her hoodie. Her forearm is protectively hugged near her abdomen. Narrowed eyes watch as the wounds on her arm disappear slowly. Unknowingly, the usual shade of her dark brown eyes altered into a murderous, yet mesmerizing hue of ruby.
"I can't believe I got this bullshit by making out with Berry." Santana snarks under her breath. "Unfucking fair." She senses Brittany. The taller girl stepping behind her and wrapping her arms around her own waist. A small part of her smiles when she notices that the blonde was being careful. Careful not to bump her injured arm.
"Come on San!" Brittany pouts. "Have some faith." She shrugs a shoulder against the brunette. "And you have to admit..." Pause. Santana turns her head with an inquiry. "That was hot."
She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively before pecking Santana on the lips. She notes the burning sensation in them. The sensation soon takes up her front despite the overflowing layers between them.
With a gasp, the blonde's back snaps into the tree. A string of whispers are uttered between her moans. Her thoughts aren't put together. It was a puddle.
She believes it's from her training. Being able to move the object without much trouble. Trouble being on the same scale as being distracted. Brittany flicks her wrist. The mystery box drives through the grass. It comes to an abrupt hault beside Santana's feet.
The brunette breaks their feverent kiss. To glance down at the wooden cube. A breath is sucked in. "I still have to get used to that." Eyes dart towards the space it had occupied earlier.
Brittany smirks before her fingers grasp at a tan chin. "You." Her index finger pokes at the nose in front of her. "Have a lot of time to get used to it." Leaning forward, her pearly whites nip at the tip of Santana's nose.
The Latina's eyes brighten with redness.
Her face darts onward into skin.
Giggles erupt.
12:19 AM
West
Quinn continues to tug onto my arm. "Shouldn't we be looking around for this box...instead of...strolling about like we're at the beach?" I ask, my eyes directly on the back of her head.
"Diaz, it's fine. Coach hinted - surprisingly - that the box isn't even in the direction we're going in." She says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
My eyebrows furrow. I'm definitely scared now. Is she dragging me away from everyone so that she can kill me? So that no one can hear my screams until death? My frown deepens at the thought. What the hell is wrong with me? Quinn is beautiful and smart - very possessive. The HBIC. Umm...uh - okay maybe there is a slight chance she's trying to kill me. Slight chance. I abruptly stop, forcing Quinn to halt. She whips around to give me an exasperated glare; a tree silhouette shadowing some of her features.
"Wait, why are we going that way then?" I squint at her, but it doesn't help with seeing her face more clearly.
Despite the darkness, I watch her hazel eyes roll. "I want to talk to you." Her hand is still on my arm.
"About what?"
She glances over our surroundings. "Do I really have to remind you?" For once - from what I could tell - Quinn was feeling awkward. She was shifting. Thinking about the question. So it occurred in the past.
"Oh! You mean how you know where I live?" I ask with a cheerful tone. I feel so accomplished now.
She groans. The expression on her face - annoyed. Okay, I'm incompetent, not accomplished whatsoever. "No!" Her scream makes me jump. "I didn't realize that was where you live! Stop assuming things!" She groans again. I cringe, realizing my stupidity. "You know what," she pauses, pinching the bridge of her nose and then waving her hands in front of her body. "Never mind. You've probably forgotten all about that day. I wouldn't be surprised since all you do is let Cameal screw your brain cells out!" She spat, almost growling at me.
Quinn spins around once more and takes vicious strides in the direction we should be going in - if the box was even in that general area.
I stand stiffly. Unable to process what just came out of her mouth. I shake my head vigorously, blinking out of my shock.
I step forward.
A bright light cuts from above a tree a few yards in front of us. A shadowy figure on it.
I watch unmovingly.
It blasts Quinn in the head.
She falls to the ground like a rag doll.
1:01 AM
"Dammit! Why the fuck are you chasing us?!" Cameal yells, throwing a jagged rock the size of her hand at the dark entity behind them. She doesn't bother to check if it made contact as she continues to run. The pain on her throat has subsided, but as she thinks back to the monstrous claws that had grasped her life with a creeping hold, she can't help the aching shiver that pounds across her body.
Tina leads the frightened group. She frantically switches her gaze from the compass to the view in front of her eyes, stressfully attempting to locate the area they were instructed to meet up at.
Slightly behind her was Mike. The flashlight in his hand jostling as his arm wraps around his ribs. He cringes in pain after vaulting over a fallen log. "Keep moving!" He forces out, teeth gritting.
Behind the pack, Rachel makes sure to push them faster. Her hand comes in contact with Cameal's lower back, knocking the native's drive to hustle.
"There! The river!" Tina exclaims, her voice cracking. The cold air having been inhaled heavily into her lungs. The girl remembers spotting the source of water nearby the lighten lamp post.
"Go, go, go, go!" Rachel rushes out. She glances behind her. A claw lashes at her face. It makes a violent sound in the air as the being erupts with a terrifying roar. She ducks, the talons almost slashing her ear off. By the time the diva had reached the river, the other three were already across it waiting for her. The ankles of their pants soaked.
"Let's go!" "Hurry!"
The tip of Rachel's converse hit the water.
A body collides with hers.
A second later a warm hand grasps her arm. The contact distracts her, the sound of a loud splash not making its way to her ears. Running on autopilot, her hand juts out. The sensational burning in her palm assembling to create the glare of brightness. Exactly before the burst, the hand on her arm retracts. Only to maneuver skillfully onto her wrist. The force steers the direction of the deadly shine. The person's other hand aims parallel to Rachel's. A stream of bright blue mist interlocks with the white gleam. Rachel watches intensely; the adjoined powers hit the inhumanely large being in the chest. Dark brown eyes stare as the dark entity hits the ground. It was weaken-
It lunges.
Her heart sinks back.
Sharp claws stretched out.
Inches from her eyes.
It disappears into ash.
"Rachel, what the hell?!" A really familiar voice behind her snarls. Turning around, Rachel's eyes go wide. They find Quinn sitting in the river. She was drenched. Rachel gulped, thinking that indeed...she was screwed.
"Isn't this a charming sight?" A light giggle. Rachel suddenly remembers the grip on her wrist. Her head whips to the left. She chokes on her breath. Brittany. The taller blonde grins down at her. A twinkle in her eye.
Rachel blinks. Dumbfounded. Her gaze shifts to Quinn, who still glares at her. Movement catches her eye. She lifts her head. Her lower jaw drops.
Cameal, Mike, and Tina were flat on the ground in pain and exhaustion. Although, Rachel believes it's due to the fact that Lexi lay there on top of them. Her arms wrapped securely around Santana's waist. The Latina lays on her front, horizontal in comparison to the other teenagers - vertically overpowered on their backs.
12:21 AM
"Quinn!"
I rush forward, springing on my heels. Sliding on the ground, I lift her up from her fetal position and into my lap. Her head lolls to the side, blonde hair smoothly falls across her cheek and it covers part of her face. Dread builds in my chest. An agonizingly sinking feeling drops heavily into the bottom of my stomach. "Quinn! No!" Tears well up in my eyes. They glide down my face and plop down onto her peacoat. "Please! Wake up!" I watch. She doesn't respond. My lips tremble. My whole body quivers.
A long moment goes by. An added weight is dropped onto my left shoulder. My elbow shoots out on an animalistic instinct. It collides into a hard surface.
"Ow, ow! Sweet holy gavel!"
My eyes study the male with caution. He doubles over, clutching at his abdomen. Tears have ceased their fall. The fallen ones drying on my cheeks.
I drink up the stranger's appearance. He was dressed lightly. Khaki trousers, a white blazer, a white polo shirt, and neat light gray suede shoes. His skin is tan. Jet black hair styled into a clean cut. Distinctly Asian.
"What the hell did you do to her asshole?!" I growl furiously. I lay Quinn down carefully before stalking towards this odd person.
He looks like a teenager, possibly only a year older. Handsome, but I'm not into that.
He tilts his head up, catching the murderous atmosphere around him. He scrambles up. And backs away, almost tripping over a small pebble. "Whoa, whoa! Calm down." He puts his hands up defensively, the knees of his pants now covered in dirt. "I don't mean any harm to you and your girlfriend."
My girl-...?
"How can you say that when you hit her with that stupid light?! What the hell are you?!"
He halts in his backtrack. "Now, hold on a second!" He brings up a pointer finger. "First of all, that was just a minor hit. It wasn't even a hit at all. It was just a bump...of strong drowsiness. Secondly," he says, stepping forward. His face is dangerously a few centimeters away from me. "Don't you ever say that word in my presence." He whispers threateningly. At least, he tries to. But he's only like a half an inch taller than me.
My arms shoot out. Hands push him away to a respectable distance.
"What word?!" I scowl at him. I can't believe I'm still talking to this jackass. I should beat the crap out of him and rush to the hospital.
"That place you humans associate with fire and devils." He hissed.
He means hell?
"Uh...why?"
"Because if you haven't figured it out already, I am a guardian angel." He crosses his arms, giving me a look of point. "And it's a bothersome and uncomfortable topic for me."
I blink. "Excuse me?" I scoff.
"You heard me."
My jaw tenses at the silent challenge. A small breeze picks up, making me shiver as the wind tosses my ponytail to the side. "Fine. Show me the way, wannabe angel." I reply impassively, my own arms crossing. I should really just take Quinn to the hospital. Why am I still talking to this jerk? I would have ran away the moment I elbowed the sucker, but I stayed. Quite peculiar...
He clicks his tongue in disagreement. "Guardian angel."
I roll my eyes; foot tapping impatiently, but I stay silent.
"Wait, what exactly are you gonna do-"
He sprouts wide, fluffy white wings from his back. They flap a few times with calculated motions. My eyes flicker towards his smug expression.
"Can you fly with those?" I asked, entranced with the beautiful feathers that cover his wings. Damn, I feel like a little kid again.
He smiles at me happily, the annoying smirk on his lips disappearing. He nods his head. His wings spread out and curve down. Then, he was up in the air. What the fudge... This feels like a dream. He slowly drifts downward, shoes touching the ground.
"You want to touch it?"
I nod dumbly. Gazing at the wing that is slowly stretched in my direction, I ignore my perverted mind; preventing myself from commenting that the question he just uttered sounds really inappropriate to my ears. My hand hesitantly lifts, trembling in minimum fear that the wing could get injured with a single tap. It looks so beautiful and so fragile. A single centimeter is left and I pause. I don't notice the stranger staring at me with devotion in spite of not knowing me on a personal level. The wing moves on its own.
Warmth gathers around the points of my fingers. My fingers brush it, palm completely touching the wing. My hand glides up, enjoying the ticklish feeling. It reaches the strong curve where a hollow bone can be felt. My palm slides across the soft feathers, eventually reaching the very end of the wing. One last brush. I step back. I stare at him.
"What the hell?" I whisper unintelligently.
He glowers. "I told you specifically not to say that word."
I barely flinch. "Before, you said you're a guardian angel." I tell him, not really understanding why he was here. Are my memories going to be wiped out? Glancing momentarily at Quinn, my eyebrows furrow in anxiousness. "Who are you guarding?"
He stares back at me unblinkingly.
"You."
"...me?"
"Yes, you."
"But," I pause. "Why are you showing up just now?" I watch as his wings retract into his back.
He shifts uncomfortably. "I failed an exam when I was fourteen. I had to wait two years to retake it. Pass it. And then be allowed to meet you, guard you, and guide you." He clasps his hands together. "My name is Wesley Montgomery by the way." He steps forward, not waiting for me to respond and grabs my right hand. He shakes it. Too much. "But you can call me Wes. But then again, everyone calls me Wes." He finally lets go.
I can't believe I believe this. I need to wake up...but this is so fun. Am I dreaming? I should punch myself. Just to wake up. That would look weird though. Imagine, me trying to punch myself. Hah! I'd get tackled and thrown into a padded cell with my arms hugging myself in that stupid white jacket.
"Umm...well I'm-"
He bolts forward, pressing a finger to my lips clumsily. "Shhh! I already have the gadget to figure that out." He hurriedly searches his back pocket. I look at him in disbelief when he suddenly pulls out a toy gavel. It was blue and red.
"What are you planning?" My eyes flying quickly between him and the object.
"Finding out your name."
He shrugs.
Then, he hits me. Harshly. On top of my head. Squeak. It really didn't feel like anything, but when I happened to glance at the toy gavel again...it didn't look like a worthless toy...it looked fucking real. It was brown now.
"W-What?" I point at the wooden gavel.
Wes waves his hand absentmindedly. "Ignore it. That's part of the procedure. Well, my procedure."
I stare at him quizzically. "Why'd you hit me for?" I whine.
He stares back at me with an unamused expression. "That's part of the process too. Now hush." I open my mouth to respond, but a loud pop is heard. Like a bubble just popped. A blur of light gray and patches of white zoom up into the trees, making the weird thing a silhouette.
"What is that?" Truthfully, I'm scared.
He only responds with two words.
"You'll see."
In the next moment, a ball of fur plops down on my face. I shake my head vigorously, trying to get the object off my face. Oh god! It's gonna eat my skin off! I hear Wes chuckling to himself. Why the fuck isn't he helping me?!
"Hey, watch it dude!"
I stop moving mid turn, scrunching my face behind the soft - female - ball that can apparently speak. My hands slowly rise. Fingers touch the warm being. Carefully taking hold of it, my glasses slip off. The creature is holding it. I squint, only seeing small antlers and globs of white and light gray. With the warm ball in my left, my right hand pinches the bridge of my glasses. Hurriedly, I put them back on and my eyes widen behind newfound vision.
"Umm..."
"Okay, Lexi-Francis Xavier Diaz, if you're going to hold me, can you do it properly please?" The baby bunny asks with sass. Now seeing it clearly, it's probably as as big as my whole hand. There were antlers on its head that stood three inches each. The majority of it was light gray with white fur on its belly. White patches also covered its V shaped nose - resembling an upside down heart - and it also made up the diamond shaped patch on its forehead.
I shake my head, fading out of the stupor. I adjust my hold on the female bunny and place it suitably on my right palm.
"Ah, so Lexi is your name!" Wes snaps his fingers, a proud smile on his lips. "By the way, Lexi that's Mochi. She's supposed to be a Netherland dwarf and by the looks of those antlers, I'd say she has the er-...characteristics of a midget reindeer." He shrugs with an unsure tone.
"Just to be clear," the dwarf bunny - Mochi - starts. "I am a Netherland dwarf. However!" She surprisingly raises her voice, causing me to jump a little as well as Wes. I watch as she goes to sit down on her butt and straightens her back. "I bear similar characteristics to a jackalope, thank you very much." Mochi says with a huff, crossing her small furry arms. It makes me want to coo at her adorable behavior, but I don't. Sensing that despite her obvious height...this was one badass fucker.
Wes rolls his eyes in exasperation before coming forward to stand beside me. "Whatever." He tells Mochi, then turning his head in my direction. "She's similar in attitude to your internal self. She's supposed to be your other guide, but physically instead of being stuck in your head forever." He ends with a grin, showing his pearly white teeth.
Blinking with utter confusion, I switch my gaze between him and the bunny that's currently mirroring my actions with its stormy blue eyes. "Basically, you're telling me that Mochi is the one that has been responding to my awkward, frantic thoughts half of the time?"
"Precisely." Wes nods enthusiastically, hands clasping together in front of him.
A paw patting against my hand catches my attention. "It was kinda energy exhausting for me mentally. Like dude, do you never take a rest?" I blush furiously under their gaze. "It's nice to know that I won't be in your thoughts twenty-four seven. And I'll just be sitting on your shoulder or something so that I can talk to you verbally." Mochi shrugs a shoulder, continuing to pat my palm awkwardly. Is she trying to comforts me? Okay. She really resembles me in the awkward department. It's outlandishly comforting.
An uncomfortable silence settles among us. "Wait...are you both just gonna pop into my life whenever I need you?" I ask with a smile, loving the idea of having spiritual shrinks. I know, I'm weird to want a shrink for some of you.
"Actually, I'm the one that's going to do the popping in." Wes points at himself. "Mochi here, is the one that's going to live with you."
Mochi waves her paw. "Don't worry you can feed me whatever food you have as long as it's not that nasty pet food shit." Her nose scrunches up in disgust at the thought.
A sudden ray of bright, blinking white light catches us off guard. Wes looks down at his blinking watch, realization strikes his face. "Shoot! I'm late for a meeting."
Mochi and I simultaneously cover our eyes from the disturbing brightness. "Jesus, can you get that out of my face?" She says with a snarl, the light hitting both our sides.
"Oops! My bad. Sorry." Wes apologizes, pressing the circular glass of his watch. The blinding light thankfully disappears. "Okay, I have to take my leave," he rushes forward. A wet kiss is pressed against my temple as he grabs my left arm. He does the same to Mochi, a sloppy smack on her forehead. I watch in understanding as she grimaces on my hand, the same way I had done a few seconds ago.
"Toodles!"
The Netherland dwarf and I watch as he spins nimbly on his heels; his beautiful wings sprouting out his white blazer. He flys up. And dives. Into a halo-like portal that appears in the bark of a tree. It fades quickly as soon as the tip of his suede shoe enters the mythical opening.
"What are you going to do about your girlfriend?"
"Mochi! She's not my girlfriend, for crying out loud!"
"Sure, keep telling yourself that."
12:40 AM
"Why are you an angel bunny that shape shifts into a gavel...and a toy gavel?" I asked Mochi, who hangs on my left shoulder. Both my arms are occupied with carrying Quinn. Shit, I really need exercise. My muscles ache and the cold is catching up to my exposed fingers. The blonde's head is relaxed into my neck with her forehead touching my skin. After scooping her up, I had decided to walk towards the lonely lamp post near our meeting area. Narrowing my eyes, I can make out the recognizable glint of the lamp past five hulking trees.
From the corner of my eye, the dwarf bunny shifts on my shoulder; somehow Mochi manages to lay down and not topple off me from my movements. Her hind paws brush against my throat; it makes me fidget from ticklishness. "It happens when I've been hanging out with someone for a long time. Since Wes has an obsession with gavels, I shape shift into it frequently."
"Doesn't it annoy you though that you have to bend yourself into the object of desire that someone around you wants? Can't you force yourself not to shift?" I glance at my furry companion for a moment.
"To the first question - sometimes. To the second one - it's difficult to control, but if it's something that I'm not really comfortable with then I can stop it." She says, exhalinga deep breath. "But it's my job to achieve the goal of comfort. Or...to make the person I am in charge of guiding to be happy."
I nod, absorbing the information. But damn, a really dirty thing just jumped into my mind and tackled my seriousness. A playful smirk paints my mouth. Turning my head, Mochi stares at me with a puzzled expression. "So..." I click my tongue loudly. "Has anyone of your previous duties obsessed over...dildos?"
Blink.
Blink.
"Gross, dude." Her white covered nose scrunched in complete revulsion as she sits up rather quickly.
I throw my head back, cackling with merriment. "I can't help it. It's in my nature. Plus, you already know what goes on in my head and what I said was tame compared to my usual mindset."
"No, no. God!" She slides her paws to the left so that they dangle as she sits more comfortably. "I know that...it's just you reminded me of this one kinky chick I used to guide." She shakes her head with wide frightened eyes. "She asked me once if I could transform into a vibrator." Mochi's shoulders shake as if a chilling shiver crawled down her back. "I felt really uncomfortable during that. So I demanded the council that all her memories of my existence be wiped out." A paw lifts up to wipe imaginary sweat off her forehead. "Glad that girl gone."
I chuckle at her unfortunate story as we finally get to the clearing beyond the trees. Striding towards the lamp post - arms ready to break - I respond, "Don't worry, dude. I'm not into that type of thing."
"That's a relief to know since I'm going to be an official part of your life for eternity." Both of Mochi's paws lift up to the left side of her chest as if to slow down her heart rate.
Falling back against the lamp post, my back makes a much harsher impact than I intended to. Grimacing, I slouch down the post and plop on my ass as Quinn's shoes touch the ground. Adjusting my hold on her, my mind replays what Mochi said. I snap my gaze towards my small companion, my eyes taking in her state of deer in headlights; realizing what she had said was a mistake. Eternity? Eternity? I'm not going to live that long...unless of course some supernatural thing comes and bites me in the butt. It would be possible considering that I did just meet my guardian angel and I'm currently having a conversation with a bunny.
"You meant eternity in a joking way, right?" I narrow my eyes, raising an eyebrow when she splutters.
"Pfft." She starts with difficulty. I cringe inwardly when tiny spit hits my cheek. "Yeah." Mochi drags the word out unnecessarily. "You humans lack power in life span, dude. It's totally brain frying that every angelic creature has to suffer going through people...well, when we have to guide criminals that is. Actual bad to the bone criminals. Also bratty rich kids."
"Right." I nod awkwardly. What is she talking about?
There's movement on my lap. A drowsy gurgle is heard and my eyes widen out of distress. "Crap. Mochi, you have to hide." I whispered harshly through my teeth.
"Don't worry about it. She won't see me unless I want her to see me." She states with coolness, not at all anxious.
I open my mouth to suggest that it would be a safer idea to hide out of sight, but a gloved hand catches my eyes. Her soft grip on the collar of my brown pullover fleece makes me gulp down the thick saliva that had showed up unexpectedly.
My eyes furrow, feeling her grip tightening on my collar. Taking my eyes off her hand, they slowly drift down her wrist and towards her face. A great deal of 'Oh fuck...' drops into my stomach as I eye her right hand. It's balling up with tension. My attention flashes to her eyes and I realize that they resemble haziness. Screwing my eyes shut in time, I stupidly realize a little too late that not seeing the pale blur isn't going to decrease the high degree of pain.
"Rapist!" She growls.
Next to my left ear, I gather Mochi's gasp in my mind. "Oh god. What is she gonna-"
A booming throb of pain rushes into my jaw, the sound of her unpopped bones eventually cracking under harsh pressure.
"Damn! She socked yo ass!"
Detachment is what I think I feel in my mind. All of my senses drift off as I plunge into the ground. Mochi safely hops onto the post above us. Water forms in my tear ducts even as I desperately try to fight them off. A cry escapes from my lips in agony. My fingers tenderly stroke at my jaw as my arm comes up quickly to cover my face; fear of being seen vulnerable. Just as Mochi drops down, her paw strokes the back of my neck. She tells me with a frantically earnest tone: "Lexi! Oh, no! I-I don't know what to do in these types of situations!"
A loud sound drops near me and a wail is heard. "Lexi!" Cautious arms collect my upper body and I let those arms hold me against them. Usually during these moments I'd want whoever was near me to leave me the hell alone, but I guess this was one exception. Of course, being held with care in your crush's arms is always an exception. Mochi leaps up on the post before I had fully shut my eyes.
Letting out a sound between a chuckle and a sob, I gramace with my arm still holding my face. "Yeah." I croak out, another grimace on my lips. Nope, definitely not a good idea to talk. So this is what it feels like to get punched. Fuck. "You got good aim." My left hand flattens against my bruise and I raise my right one to show her an 'OK' gesture.
She takes hold of my wrist gently, placing it onto my stomach. With my eyes still fastened shut, I can't decipher her facial expressions. "I am s-so sorry. I swear I thought you were a rapist." My hand tenses on my cheek as she goes to tug on it. "Please Lexi, I need to do something."
"Dude!" Mochi chastises in my head. "Stop being a fucking pussy. Just cause it's what you eat, it doesn't mean you have to fucking be one."
Despite being hurt, I feel my mouth form into a pout as I throw my arm down to cross it with the other one in a huff. Jolting when skin makes contact with mine, I notice that her glove has been taken off. She tilts my head to the left and a worried sounds escapes her. I hiss when her fingertips touch the embedding sore, my arms twitch apart from the sudden feeling.
"Here." My eyes open when she slides my glasses off. I squint away from the brightness from above. She resumes tucking the temple of my glasses into the space between the unzipped zipper. She leans over me, her form covering the offending light. I sigh in relief at the temporary roof and for the cool breath that sweeps over my cheek and jaw. Her hand touches my face.
"I regret not...going into complete consciousness before presuming the worst." She tells me; a tremble in her tone. Gazing up into her unfocused eyes, I notice the slight shimmer of tears in them.
With my eyes crinkling faintly, I slip my hand around the wrist on my stomach. I shiver with contentment when the warmth from her wrist fully sets in. "Quinn, it's nothing."
"Nothing?!" She whispered harshly with astonishment, making my eye twitch with a small fraction of surprise. "I punched you in the face and heard a crack." She sets her jaw. Lucky, I can't do that right now.
"You're just exaggerat-"
She applies a light, but stinging pressure onto the bruise.
I hiss at her loudly as my nose scrunches in defeat; also at the fact that Mochi is trying not to fall off the post from her laughter.
"Okay, okay! I get it." I stress out my words, hurriedly snapping my wound out of her reach. "You've clearly made your point."
"Thank you." She nods appreciatively. Quinn sucks in a quick breath before she speaks. "Look, I really am sorry-"
"Quinn, please." I lock eyes with hazel, trying my best to make her understand why I'm so set on stopping this topic. "I don't need to hear your apology. I can tell from your face that you feel bad, but...I really don't like being smothered with intense attention." I tell her pleadingly. Please drop it.
My eyes catch Mochi's rolling at my thought.
I'm enjoying this, dude. It's like watching a really cheesy rom-com.
Dude, stop.
Okay, okay. I'll stop.
The Netherland dwarf raises her furry arms in submission.
Thank you.
"I'll drop it." She whispers with a nod.
I smile at her gratefully before sitting up to lean against the post. Don't get me wrong, this attention and fuss over a bruise that's fucking with the right side of my face is amazing. Dream-like even. "So..." I rack my brain with ideas. How the hell do I explain how she fell into unconsciousness? Fatigue? Nah, that's stupid. She'd know how tired she is and she's athletic so that walk would've been a breeze for her. Then again, it is late at night. She could be sleepy.
Oh my- just fucking tell her she tripped and hit her head!
"What did you wanna tell me...er-...after you tripped and hit your head?" I smile awkwardly.
You're doing a horable job of convincing me, kid.
Excuse me Miss Guardian Bunny, you're doing a horrible job of supporting me.
That's true.
"I tripped?" Her eyes narrow into confused slits.
In response, I nodded. Quite too eagerly and quickly for my intended reaction. "Y-Yeah." Cringing, I resume my train of a fucked up storyline. "By the time I got to you...um, you were out cold. So I...carried!" My voice gets squeaky. "Carried you! To here. Here." I let out a desperate chuckle. After a few seconds, I add in a tense smile. I am not very good at this. I'm gonna slap myself into a wall later.
She lets out an awkward chuckle, her lips curling into a smirk afterwards. "Thank you." She says, her legs carrying her to sit beside me. I bite the inside of my cheek, nervous by her proximity. Did my heart just trip over itself too? "Why are you fidgety?" Her question makes me realize that I'm wringing my hands in my lap. I immediately cease my motions and lay them rigid against my black jeans.
Mochi plops down a few feet from the lamp post, beside my feet. Her small fury shadow expanding from the mild beam above our heads. The dwarf smirks at me evilly, making my right ear twitch with annoyance.
Mochi, you're pushing it.
The light grey ball of fur shrugs shortly before sitting down. I blink back in surprise when she takes out a really really small bag of Cheetos and pointedly looks to the right - at Quinn.
"I'm just nervous." I turn my head towards her before my eyes drift to her brown boots.
"Of?"
"The thing you want to talk about." I take in a deep breath. "And honestly, I have no idea what thing you were referring to." I shrug, my hands move in front of me. I'm so lost. "Please, don't be mad at me. I have a really jacked up memory, but if you remind me about this...thing you want to remind me of so badly...then yeah. I'll probably remember what you're talking about."
Her eyes glance down towards her lap. A frown. Her pearly teeth peek out and gnaw at her bottom lip nervously. My eyes stare at the soft, delicate skin. I gulp, mouth still drying. "I'm not mad." I force my eyes up, connecting with deep hazel eyes. I lose my ability to breathe when her left leg shifts up and her arm uses it to support her weight; her hand snakes up to brush her blonde tresses. The light creates a shadow below her jaw, enhancing her neck beautifully. I sound like a fucking vampire.
I really want to bite her neck.
TMI!
"I think I'm mostly mad at myself." She whispers into the calm air. "Do you..." She licks her lips in thought before staring at me with dark eyes. "Do you remember what happened in the shower?"
I tilt my head at an angle, holding up my pointer finger. "One sec." My other hand lifts up to my lips, pressed into a thin line. Fingers tap in focus. The shower?
I remember being alone in the locker room...and...
...red puffy eyes and a hardened expression.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm fat." Quinn grumbles.
She sniffles "...Finn wouldn't be in Rachel's business and kissing those plump lips."
And then I remember thinking she has a crush on Rachel...and then...
...soft lips are pressed onto mine.
Shivers explode through my nerves, making my self control disappear...
My lips tingle at the memory of Quinn's toned thighs pressed tightly on both sides of my hips. Her cold and slightly pruned fingers tracing my jaw with care. The short fingernails from her hands dig into my shoulder blades while she ravished-
Okay, how in the hell did you get more action than I ever had with my girlfriend?
The memory shatters from my head. I stare at Mochi with a stiff jaw.
"Lexi?"
"Huh?" I turn towards Quinn. She stares at me. Nervous. "Uh, yeah. W-What about it?"
"I feel mad at myself. T-That," she pauses and exhales a trembling breath. "I let myself be vulnerable. And I absolutely hate it." She sits up like she has a prick solidified in her spine. She glares at the space in front of her. I glance at Mochi for a moment as she communicates fear into my mind.
"Why?"
My face twists in disgust at the terrible crack in my voice and it disappears, luckily in time before Quinn fixes a lethal glower on me. "It's because I was vulnerable and weak enough to kiss you!"
I'm offended. It probably shows on my face. I ignore the harsh sting in my heart. "Pardon?"
"Because of you I am on edge every single day! And worst of all my grandparents can tell something is wrong with me!" She spat with dour. It was like she was ready to to burn. Like lava. "Yeah!" She nods, eyes steaming with acid. "They smell the gay on me because you couldn't keep it in your stupid pants!"
Staring at her with my mouth wide open, I have a million thoughts going at full speed in my head. None of them has me sitting safely away from a hospital, yet none of them has me giving a put together response. "What the fuck does that have to do with me?" Here I go. "From what I remember, I wasn't the one shoving a tongue down someone's damn throat." I turn to her, kneeling on my knees. An unexpected fire bubbles in my chest. Temperature rising. The skin Santana had touched makes me feel like I'm being pushed. Forced into this blistering madness.
Dude, calm the hell down! Your vein is popping out of your fucking neck!
"No! Don't turn this on me you nerdy little jerk!" She aggressively mimicks me, staring at me head on. Her finger stabs into my chest. The heat rises throughout my body and a small voice is in my head.
Yes, child. Be angry! Show her you're right. Let it simmer!"
"You transferring here is a load of bullshit! I would've been fine dealing with Rachel, Santana, and Brittany! But you had to fucking show up and now I can't control anything anymore!" She growls, red faced. Chest heaving with anger. "Why did you even move here? Who even does that?! You just move here without your family? And Cameal moves here too just because her best friend did! What about school?! Did they boot you out cause you fucked every single girl there?! Did you enjoy playing with their damn feelings, like you played mine?!"
"Hey, it's not my fucking fault you can't control your dumbass feelings! If you can't find it within yourself to accept your gayness then have someone bang it out of you! Go fuck someone! It's as simple as that!" I bare my teeth at her, the inferno all over my skin intensifying.
What the hell is going on with you?!
Mochi's voice rings in my brain, but it's far away. My mind long gone as I stare into Quinn's fiery dark eyes.
"Maybe I will you pathetic asshole!" She snarls. Her arm rears back and I don't stop the hand that aims predictably against my left cheek. My head snaps to the right with a loud smack. Mochi croaks in shock and I direct my head to face the furious blonde. Tension is in my stomach.
Really. You decide to be horny now?
To my ears, a throaty rumble echoes inside my chest. Hands dart forward with unknown quickness. Fingers grip at a firm waist and lips smash together with vigorous passion.
Quinn's fingernails claw into my neck. I hiss at the pain as she drags her hand down. Four red lines run across the sides of my neck. Her teeth bite down on my lip, drawing blood. The metallic taste dissolves as a smooth tongue swipes at the wound on my mouth.
Experienced fingers grip roughly onto my collar and with shocking strength, the blonde drags me from the ground. And shoves me into the lamp post. A black haze appears in my eyesight for a moment at the hot searing pain in my lower back as well as the momentary throb in my skull. However, the pain isn't as strong as the pain in my shorts. The hardness of my cock threatening to shred the fabric of my underwear. The agonizing throb in my back expands when Quinn bounds from the floor and her thighs grapple onto my waist. Her weight pushes me into the hard post. Instinctively, my arms wrap around her back to prevent her from falling. I stretch my neck upward, lips searching out the delicate skin behind her ear.
Quinn grinds down with desired friction. My vision blotches. Splatters of black and red appearing like strobe lights. "I want you. I want you so bad." She growls in my ear, her hands clasping the post behind me as she continues to press our centers together with lust. Her tongue trails my skin. Down. She nips at available skin. A hand sneaks between us. Her pale hand roughly pulling at my sweater. Her center rises, now on my belt. And now on my exposed stomach. The space between us nonexistent. A small portion of cold air hits my torso. And a second later it's gone.
"Sorry, guys."
A tangerine scented fog inks my senses and I slump down with drowsiness, taking Quinn's equally drained weight with me.
Intoxicated.
I black out.
A/N:
Songs:
Slide by The Goo Goo Dolls
To be honest, I was writing the 12:21 AM scene while eating Subway. So I was pretty much describing the feel of it with obvious adjustments between a sandwich and a wing. I think my mom was looking at me weird. Like: "Why are you fondling your sandwich?" *facepalm*
Imagine that Mochi's voice is Anna Kendrick's.
I'll post the continuation of this chapter when I get the time. Honestly, I forced myself to work on this just so that I could post it before or the day of Halloween. So this is a nice accomplishment for once. *thumb up*
Review please. A long ass review.