Thanks sweetdisposition19 for the quick review. Also a quick shout out to snowflakes849, I was able to sneak in Cowboy Casanova finally. Hope you like.
Becca's Point of View
I couldn't help but feel bad about Artie not coming with us. So here I am with Tina at my house trying to make cookies. After the sixth batch we realized we were eating more of the batter than was making it to the oven. Around the ten that night, after what felt like seventy batches we were finally done. Now I'm not a great baker or anything but these cookies are good. I just hope they sell tomorrow at lunch.
I thought I was going or be ignored, or ridiculed for sitting at a table selling cookies alone. But it actually isn't that bad. I've actually sold thirty dollars worth of cookies to some of the football players. It might have something to do with my outfit. I'm not a slut but I know how to appeal to people. I went past my normal jeans and t-shirt for a pink v-neck sweater and black short skirt, not a mini just because I do like privacy. I got several double takes and long glances. Hell Carl has come over twice. Sure he's forgotten I have eyes but he didn't realize I over charged him. Carl is about to come over for a third time to get an eye full but he changed directions when he sees Mr. Schue coming.
"Hi Mr. Schue want a cookie. It's on the house." I have him chocolate chip.
"What's this Becca? Did everyone change their minds?"
"No just me really. But Tine helped me bake. We've already made thirty bucks. I know it's not a lot but we have a couple of weeks till sectionals."
"Don't worry Becca. You'll be having help soon. Come to the music room after lunch. I've scheduled an impromptu glee meeting."
"Okay Mr. Schue. See you in a few minutes then." I watch him leaving thinking about what his news could be. Whatever it is, I highly doubt the others will like it.
I must be a genius. Mr. Schue just told everyone that the bake sale was on and the next week would be spent in a wheel chair so we know what Artie goes through. And sure enough everyone is groaning, except me, Tina, and Artie. Though I'm not too thrilled about the wheelchairs. I can see the logic behind them. I take the chair closest to me and plop down into it.
"Tomorrow we'll be rehearsing our new wheelchair number in the auditorium after school. See you all then." Mr. Schue said dismissively.
Minus Tina, everyone looks either angry or confused. I know Quinn's upset about the lack of money Finn is giving her. And Santana is pissed because I'm still breathing. Everyone else has confused looks as they sit down and try circling around the room. I'm one of the few that manage to move about without too much difficulty. As a kid working at an assisted living home I would occasionally ride around in a wheel chair. I head out the door and straight to history. The rest of the day I spent explaining the chair and why I was now required to spend three hours a day in it. Most thought it a good idea then left me alone.
Why are boys so dumb? And selfish? Do they really think we exist only to serve them? Well not this girl. I'll be damned if you are going to force me to come to your beck and call. I just got off the phone with Wes. He wanted me to skip out on football practice this weekend so I could watch his game. I turned him down nicely cause I had new ideas for the guys. Instead of just accepting my answer, he kept on pestering me. And then he started yelling. So I yelled back. Finally I made up some excuse then I hung up. Boys can be so stupid. He said he thought it wasn't good for me to be alone with all those guys. I said Coach was always there but he didn't want to hear it. He called me a naïve little child. Why is he getting so possessive. Cause I'm my own person and I won't let someone else dictate my life.
I was still peeved when I got up this morning. As I rolled through the halls, all I could think about was Wes. We started off so well. What happened? The worse part being I can't even talk to Puck, cause I'm still mad at him. As I go about my own business, I hear Carl say something about my boobs and how sitting in my chair makes me the perfect height to do nasty things. It took all I had not to leap up and rip out his throat. But Coach Sylvester is making her way to me and I don't think she'd let me beat the crap out of him. Crap. I completely forgot about the cheerleading thing. My answer is still the same I just hope she accepts that.
"Carter have you thought about my offer?" I start to answer when she cuts me off. "Well it doesn't matter. Figgins is making me hold try outs. Today, fifth period in the auditorium." And as quickly as she same, she was gone. Coach Sylvester is one of the weirdest people I know, but at least now I don't have to tell her no. I just won't go to the try outs. Yippie.
I decide to hide out in the music room during fifth period. Normally it would be gym class but I have no intentions of being a cheerleader. And honestly I am still pissed at Wes. To help calm me down I plug my ipod into the music player and scroll through until I find the perfect song. Cowboy Casanova. I don't know why but it felt right considering Wes's new attitude. I've seen the video enough that I start dancing.
It feels so good to relax and just listen to music. Not worrying about pleasing anyone but myself. That is until I turn to see Puck standing in the doorway just staring at me. Not lustful but amused. I turn the music off and got to grab my things.
"You should do that for sectionals. You are really good." I continue the silent treatment as I pack my things. "Please talk to me. It's pathetic how badly I want to hear you talk to me." He looks so sad. I cave but only a little.
"Fine. I was planning on stopping anyway because it was inevitable I would have to speak to you at some point considering there's glee tomorrow and football this Saturday. So what do you want?"
"To talk. That's all."
"What about?"
"How are you and Wes?"
"No way in hell." I throw my backpack and head for the door but he blocks me. "Move."
"I just want to make sure every thing is okay, Becca. I promise I'll be good. No tackles or anything."
"What if I told you he beat me and tried to force me into sex." His happy smile instantly goes gravely serious.
"I'll kill him." Puck was so serious it was a little scary. Does he really care that much for me?
"Calm down. Wes hasn't done anything. I just wanted to see what you'd do. That's why we can't talk about him. You'll blow everything out of proportion."
"You're really going to fault me for wanting to kick the crap out of a guy that hurts you. Alright I'll admit I was in the wrong at the game but if he ever laid a hand on you to hurt you I would have no problem teaching him a lesson. You don't deserve that. You deserve better."
Why does he have to be so sweet when I need to be angry with him. "Why do you care? Last time I checked you said if he did do anything, you didn't want to hear it."
"I was angry at the time. Of course I'd want to be there for you if I could. So are you going to tell me."
"Things aren't that good but they're not that bad either. It's just a rough patch." I then tell him about last night's phone call. He listens attentively then when I stop he starts to laugh. "What's so funny?"
"He's jealous of us. I mean I get it cause we spend more time together, but it's not like we're sleeping with you."
"Neither is he."
"You're not but I thought."
"What? Just because I'm not a virgin that doesn't mean I'm a whore. I don't just sleep around. I have more self respect than that."
"I didn't mean you were a slut or anything. I just thought since you really liked him."
"I do like him but it has to feel right. And right now it doesn't."
The bell rings, I move to head out the door but again he blocks my path. "Come on Puck. I got economics and then Spanish. And then glee rehearsal."
"Just one more thing. Promise me you'll talk to someone if it gets bad. It doesn't have to be me if you don't want. I just don't want you to bottle everything up."
"Okay Puck." He smiled then did something so unexpected, he hugged me. Not one where he's trying to fell my ass but a normal friendly hug. Boys are really confusing.