So Chapter three is now live guys. It's another short chapter (sorry) and fits in directly with the pilot episode. Yeah I don't know what else to say. Chapter four should be up soon so just bare with me. Please review if you like. Enjoy :)
Glee: Season 1 Episode 1 - Pilot
Chapter Three
One of the best things about being a Cheerio is that Coach Sue has a big influence over Principal Figgins and the running of the school, meaning that a lot of leeway is granted to members of the Cheerios squad. And one of these things is the number of free periods given and the option the skip gym, because lets be honest who wants to run around a sweaty gym hall in an unflattering McKinley High Phys Ed shirt with all the rest of the geeks and wierdos, when you could be sat watching the boys during gym and laughing at peoples MySpace profiles. I know which one I'd rather do. On today's list of victims, Rachel Berry. Seriously, the girl does not help herself. Walking around with her nose so high up in the air I'm surprised she can even see to look down on the rest of us. That gold star next to her name may as well be a target, posting daily singing videos, it's embarrassing, like chill out Doris Day. You're at a high school in Lima, not Broadway. Still at least it gives us a new daily giggle.
Quinn sits at the front of the group with Berry's MySpace profile open. Like what even is she singing?! At least sing something from this century. God, she really things that she's on American Idol or something. The harder she tries, the funnier it is. It's a good job Brittany's not here I think to myself. She thinks its mean to laugh at Berry and her pie in the sky dreams. I think that if you're willing to put up videos of yourself singing, then you're opening yourself to ridicule. Don't want to be made fun off, don't put it out there. That's what I do. Seriously, I'm not even sure that Quinn or Brittany could tell you five facts about me that nobody else knows and they're my best friends. Cold and closed off, that's the way to get through high school I tell myself, feeling my walls build up even further. It's working, I'm on the Cheerios, can get with any guy I like, and have never once been slushy-ed. It must be working, right?
I snap out of my trance as I hear the tapping of fingers on a keyboard and look over to see what comment Quinn is going to come up with today. 'If I were your parents, I would sell you back'. 'I'm going to scratch out my eyes' says another. 'Please get sterilized' says a third. And people say I'm mean I think to myself laughing away with the rest of the group. My stomach grumbles again and I quickly shoot a look around to see if anyone heard it over the laughter. Everybody's still focused on Berry's MySpace video, good, I'm in the clear. I open my backpack and move the protein bottles and powder to the side and spot a granola bar sitting at the bottom. Oh god, that looks good I say to myself and can feel my taste buds salivating. I quickly shoot Quinn a look. Shit, I can't eat that here, I know she's still low key pissed a me, I can't be seen breaking this new diet on the first day. Right Santana think. What to do. Slowly grabbing my bag, I decide to sneak off, eat something and sneak back in, without anyone even knowing I was gone. Yes, that's what I'll do.
"You coming San?" Quinn asks, although it was more of a statement than a question. I look at my phone and see the time. Shit time for another Cheerios practise. I plaster yet another fake smile on my face, as I nod in response and follow the blond and the rest of the group out of the gym. "Shut up" I growly quietly to my stomach at it rumbles yet again.
One the way to the locker room I formulate another plan to finally get some food in my system. I'll hold back say I'm texting Britt to see if she's okay (that parts not a lie I do need to text Britt) and whilst I' doing that I can eat that granola bar, finally.
"San" Quinn presses "C'mon, practise"
"Yeah, I'm coming. I just need to text Britt. Make sure she's okay. And see when I can drop her stuff off" I reply rambling pulling my phone out of my bag, hoping that Quinn will leave to lead the squad in a warmup. But no, she just stands there, towering over me, hands on hips waiting for me to send my text. God, I can't catch a fucking break I think to myself.
'Hey britt. U ok? Ur not a skool?'. Brittany replies almost instantly.
'Hey. I'm good. Lord T is on drugs. Needs help. Won't b in 4 rest of week. Soz'
I can feel Quinn's glare as I read Brittany's reply. I'll reply later I think to myself and stand up.
"See. Done. Britt's fine. I'm coming" I say to Quinn sarcastically, rolling my eyes and following her out of the locker room and onto the field.