Chapter 14

Dave waited inside the Glee room like he was asked, but nobody had come. He fiddled with his jacket, his hair, his cell phone. He drummed his fingers on his leg, the piano, a chair. He paced around the room about a hundred times it felt, and still no one was here.

Dave kicked over a chair. He hadn't been too happy when Mr. Schuester had asked him to come here in the first place. Even with the pretend detention he was wondered if someone would think he came here because he wanted to come here. He looked out the door window to make sure no one was around, and acted like James Bond on his way to the room. He had gone out of his way to come here and what had he gotten? Nothing. No Mr. Schuester and no explanation.

He felt the numbness of anger all over his skin. He wanted to kill someone, punch them, push them into a wall. He felt like screaming so loudly that he could break glass. He punched his fist into the wall, ignoring the pain that came after. All day people had been asking him if he was okay, okay, okay. Was he okay? No, no he was not, but no one wanted to hear that. All anyone ever wanted to hear was 'yeah, I'm fine'. He had learned early on in life that no one wanted to hear your problems; all they want is the self satisfaction of knowing that they had tried to help.

He remembered talking to a friend once, and them telling him he had it made. Why did people always assume that about him? That he had it made. He realised it was probably because he was a strong, popular, white male that had decent clothes and wasn't skinny. If you were all these things people just assumed you were fine, that you couldn't possibly have a bad life. He didn't think is life was bad, he thought he really did have it made compared to a lot of people, he just wanted people to consider that maybe everything wasn't picture perfect.

The feeling didn't stop though, his anger was raging now. He wanted to leave but was afraid if he did he would get in trouble. If he didn't get away from this feeling though, he knew he would hurt someone. It was eating him whole, swallowing him so fast he didn't have time to react. All his frustrations came to the surface and somehow. Someway he needed to get them out, he took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and...

Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say/I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way/For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took /Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor/ I'm not okay/I'm not okay/I'm not okay/You wear me out/ What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems/I've told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means/To be a joke and look, another line without a hook/I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look/I'm not okay/I'm not okay/I'm not okay
You wear me out/Forget about the dirty looks/The photographs your boyfriend took/You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed/I'm okay/I'm okay/ I'm okay, now/ But you really need to listen to me/Because I'm telling you the truth/I mean this, I'm okay/I'm not okay/I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay/I'm not o-fucking-kay/I'm not okay/I'm not okay

He sighed. It felt weird to get all those feelings out like that. He looked around the Glee room only now realizing he had moved around it and was now on the risers.

"That was pretty good" he heard coming from the door. Dave turned to the side to see Mr. Schuester leaning against the door frame, his hand together in a clapping motion that Dave couldn't hear. His whole body went into shock.

"How long have you been standing there?" He growled through clenched teeth. He leaped off the risers to the door in a matter of minutes, trying to get past Mr. Schuester, but he blocked the way.

"I only heard the last line, but it was good David. Really good."

"What would you know" David spat, once again trying to get past Mr. Schuester. He was definitely stronger than Mr. Schue, but he was angry and embarrassed and it made him weaker. He just wanted to get out of there and forget this singing ever happened, it was stupid. He was stupid.

"Come on in David, you still have to serve your detention right?" Mr. Schuester grinned and pulled out the bench by the piano, he sat down and smiled at David, gesturing for him to sit down. When Dave didn't take the offer he starting talking. "You really looked like you were having fun up there. It feels good to get all your feelings out through song doesn't it?" Dave didn't look at Mr. Schuester, he just stared away, as though Mr. Schuester wasn't there, he didn't want Mr. Schuester to be there. "Sometimes it's the only way people like us can ..."

"People like us? Let's get this straight, I was just singing the song because it was stuck in my head, and secondly, there ain't no "us" there is me, and there is you stupid Glee club kids, but there isn't any us that's for sure." Dave slammed his fists into his pocket, his whole face red.

"David I just want to help. You're a really talented kid, I mean imagine what you could be if you joined the Glee Club, you'd a McKinley star. You'd be..."

"I'm already a McKinley star; I don't need this stupid club. I don't need your help; I'm fine on my own. I don't need anyone but myself. My life is perfect, why would I want to change that. The only reason you want me in your lame Glee Club is so that you can say you bagged another football player, so that your club looks cooler. Why don't you try another member, because I'm not going to do it, I have better things to do than look like an idiot on stage. You don't really want me in your Glee Club" Dave could feel his throat close up, and his eyes starting to burn, he turned away and began leaving the room, before he could he heard Mr. Schuester say

"That's not true David, I..." but he didn't stick around to hear the rest. He ran the rest of his way to his car, and only when he was out of the school parking lot, did the tears begin to fall.