A/N Hey everyone, Here's another one.
My laptop is still being worked on.
So I'm just posting stories that have been in the works while I was posting YATM These are just to keep you happy until I can start again.
Big thanks to my bud Izzy for letting me post them on her computer until further noticed, enjoy.
Rachel Berry sighed as she stared up at the house.
The last time she was here, she was 8 years old. She was happy, they still owned it.
She just moved back to Lima Ohio from New York.
She felt like she could relax a little more now and new that the move was a good choice.
She bent down and picked up her duffle bag.
When she walked in to the twelve bedrooms six bathroom modern Victorian house, she felt nostalgia hit hard but pushed it down.
She looked around, the movers had moved in her furniture and boxes with all her belongings.
So, all she had to move in with her, were the two suitcases from her car.
It took a full week to get everything unpacked and organized.
She also took a ride around Lima to get familiar with the place.
She wasn't surprised to find that it looked very tame.
She also took notice that a good bit of people walked around with their noses in the air. That was definitely a turn off.
It was 7:48 am when she pulled up to the Mckinely high parking lot, where she would attend the remainder of her high school career.
The moment she parked all eyes where on her all black Bugatti Chiron.
It had black tinted windows and chrome rims. It was expensive and beautiful.
The Mckinely high students stopped in their tracks staring wide eyed at the brunette as she exited the vehicle.
She was dress in black converses, skin tight black skinny jeans and a white fitted v neck with her black leather jacket and aviators.
Almost every student watched as she took her book bag from the back seat, slipping it on with one strap.
She walked toward the front entrance locking her car as she went.
She didn't spare a glance at anyone but she felt all their eyes on her.
All the jocks salivated as well as half the female student body, the other have of the females staring in envy.
It was mid day and so far her day seemed to be nothing but annoying.
The student body were whispering about her and staring even more.
Some of the girls were giggling and winked at her.
Some of the more confident jocks were openly leering.
She over heard people trying to figure out were she moved from because she obviously didn't carry herself as if she was from Lima.
She was getting tired already, she also had some how manage to compile several phone numbers that where slipped into her locker with suggestive notes, promising to make it worth her while.
She rolled her eyes at that. Every person that had the balls to come up to her and speak. It was the same.
They all asked her on dates and she replied with a bored annoyed look in her eyes but for some reason the student body took that as a clear sign to try harder and so they came back working harder.
She hadn't said a word to anyone other than 'No'. She just wanted to be left alone.
She walked into the women's rest room and slightly jumped at the casual but defeated tone that spoke.
"If you came here to humiliate me more, can you do it after next period? Because I have a quiz to attend and I promise you, I will stay perfectly still to allow you to do it."
Rachel watched as the girl who spoke was washing her face furiously with her eyes shut.
She had a small clear pack next to her with what looked like 3 different clear bottles with some kind of soap. It also had a wash cloth and comb with a set of clothes in it.
"Um.. I'm pretty sure I didn't do that to you." Rachel spoke up.
The girl froze for a moment and rinsed the soap from her face.
She reached for her wash cloth to dry her face than finally looked up.
Rachel felt the air leave her lungs and her knees go weak.
A pair of striking emerald green eyes connected with deep chocolate brown.
They stared at each other for a few seconds.
The hazel eyed girl cleared her throat when she realized she was staring.
"I'm sorry I thought you were someone else." The green eyed girl spoke.
"It's cool. Um.. Are you ok?" Rachel ask feeling her heart begin to race as she took in the form of the blonde's body.
Her dress stuck to her appreciatively because they were soaked through for some reason.
Rachel averted her gaze feeling like a pervert for leering. It was obvious the girl was bullied.
"Yes, nothing new here, well, other than you of course." The blonde chuckled softly and Rachel felt her palms begin to sweat at the breathy husk sound.
Rachel swallowed, she felt confused because she had never felt whatever the hell she was feeling at the moment.
All she knew was she didn't want the conversation to end.
"If you don't my asking.. what is that? I promise I'm not trying to offend you, I'm just curious." Rachel ask gesturing to the sopping colorful liquid dripping from the girl.
"You are definitely new, than. This is what they call a slushie facial." The blonde replied with faux enthusiasim.
"A what now?" Rachel ask with what the blonde found to be the most adorably confused face she had ever seen.
"You know what a slushi is, right?" The blonde ask and Rachel nodded.
"Well, the cheerleaders and jocks like to remind anyone who is at the lowest on the totem pole of their place. So, they toss a slushie in your face or do a massive slushie attack, in my case. Where it consists of several sushie's thrown at you at once to make sure you are soaked through." The blonde gestured to herself.
Rachel shook her head in disbelief with her mouth slightly a gaped and wide eyes.
"Has the school done anything about this?" Rachel ask.
"No, actually. The teachers walk around as if they didn't see anything even though their standing no more than 6 feet away. There's also a lot of dumpster tossing, porter potty rolling, where they lock you in a porter potty after the entire team fills it with their bowels, than they roll you down the hill behind the football field." The blonde replied casually.
Rachel stared at her for a moment.
She took in the girls form as the blonde did her best washing her hair in the sink. Rachel's heart broke at the sight.
The blonde spoke before Rachel could say anything as she used her towel to dry her hair.
"You know, since the whole school is buzzing about you. You are definitely on route to being popular. So, You should leave now before anyone catches you talking to me. I would hate for you to be pulled down just for being seen with me. Have good a day." The blonde said as she walked into the handicap stall to change, leaving a stunned Rachel in her wake.
Rachel was about to speak when the bell rung.
She sighed in annoyance she was suppose to meet with coach Bieste. She left the bathroom in a hurry.
What she didn't know, was her departure made the blonde girl sigh in sadness. She wasn't sure what hurt more.
The fact that the brunette took her advice or the fact that the brunette caused her heart to ache with want but it knew that with the buzz the brunette was getting.
She was sure to become the blonde's new tormentor and that was going to hurt.
Rachel sat across coach Beist smiling. They had spoken the previous month about her not being able to attend school until October.
The brunette had missed football tryouts but the Basketball team were set to have try outs in a few weeks time.
"I have to be honest kid. Your probably one of the best I've seen so far. You not only got speed but agility. Your shootings smooth and controlled. I think it's safe to say I want you on my team. We stil have to have you try out but it's just a formality. I already know what spot I'm giving you, so make sure in the next coming weeks you train because I'm not going to go easy on you during tryouts." Beiste said with a smile. Rachel smirked back.
"No worries, coach. I'll be ready." Rachel was happy her coach was a female. Coach Beiste also knew her situation completely.
The coach had been understanding and made sure to work out a schedule that would suit the brunette.
Apparently, this was the coaches first year there too.
Some guy name coach Tanaka was fired for being high during one of their games not to mention the football and basketball teams haven't won a game in over 3 years.
"Alright, take this packet with you. It's for your uniforms and letterman. I need your exact size so make sure it's right. Fill it out, bring it back to me." Beiste informed her. Rachel smiled with a nod in response. "Here's a pass for class. I'll see you soon."
"See ya later, coach." Rachel replied before exiting the locker room.
The brunette had AP English next. So, she went on her way.
As she round the corner she saw a couple of jocks slap a blonde boys books from his hands and shove him hard into the lockers calling him a pussy.
As they high fived down the hallway laughing. The boy hissed in pain as he stood up and began to gather his books.
Rachel sighed sadly and walked over.
"Here, let me help you." Rachel said as she began picking up the books.
The blonde boys eyes widen in surprise but continued to gather his things.
They stood up as Rachel handed him the last book.
"Um.. thanks.." The boy trailed off nervously.
"No problem. Are you alright? That looked like it hurt." Rachel ask in geniune concern. The blonde stared at her confused.
"Um.. Not that it's not like, cool or anything but.. Why are you talking to me?" The boy ask with genuine confusion.
Rachel's eyes widened at his confusion.
She than took the boys appearance in for the first time.
He had long blonde hair in a messy low bun.
You could tell it was just past his shoulders in length.
He had on an old looking Assassins Creed 2 T-shirt that had a hole on the left lower side.
His jeans were obviously old because they where 2 inches too high and extremely faded with a tear at the bottom cuff.
His sneakers had mismatched strings and were worn down severely, so much so that the lip and top part of the sneaker were separated in a flap like manner.
She finally looked up into his face.
You could tell it's been a while since he shaved but her viewing was disrupted when she took in his insecure stance.
He looked ashamed and uncomfortable with a heavy dose of embarrassment.
The brunette mentally face palmed for her tactless staring.
She had to think of something and quick.
Thankfully she saw her opening spread across his shirt.
"You play?" Rachel ask with a nod of her head, gesturing at his shirt. He looked down and blushed.
"Uh.. Yeah.. Wait, do-do you play?" He ask curiously.
The brunette mentally gave her self a pat on the back for her distraction.
"Duh! It's like only one of the coolest games ever made." Rachel said in a 'Are you kidding me!' manner. The boys eyes lit up in excitement.
"Wait, are you serious or just messing with me? Did the jocks put you up to this?! Beca-" The blonde boys excitement morphed into wariness as he started looking back and forth skeptically and rambling nervously.
Rachel frowned at his unwarranted fear.
"Of course I'm serious. In fact, I'll prove it to you." She thanked her lucky stars she decided to choose this particular wallet for today.
Lord knows her collection of memorabilia wallets for video games and comics might be considered unhealthy.
But if it made this boy relax in her presence than she's happy she has it.
She pulled out her wallet and showed him. His eyes widen in surprise again.
"No way! you have the limited edition leather Assassin's Creed odyssey gold wallet?! Dude! there were only 8 of these made!" He ask and stated in awe as his face lit up like a christmas tree. Rachel smirked.
"Oh please, this is nothing compared to my real collection. If you play your cards right. I might actually let you see it." She said full of friendly mirth.
"Collection of what?" He ask in a way that told her he definitely was her kind of guy. She smiled.
The brunette knew right then and there that she wanted to be his friend.
The bell rung and a part of her was sad that they were going to have to part.
"What class do you have now?" Rachel ask.
"I'm headed to Math." He pointed behind him. Rachel smiled.
"I'm headed that way, too." Rachel replied.
"What class do you have?" The blonde boy ask.
"Um.." Rachel replied as she pulled her timetable from her back pocket.
She looked over it a moment before finding it. "AP English."
"Oh cool, that's two doors down from my class." The blonde replied.
"Can I walk with you?" Rachel ask.
"Re-Really? You want to walk with me?" He ask in disbelief.
Rachel looked at him in confusion again. Why would he be shocked by the notion.
"Yes.. That's usually what 'Walk with you' entails. What is up with this school?" Rachel ask as she shook her head. "Anyway, can I?" The blonde boy smiled as he nodded.
"I'm Sam by the way." He held out his hand for her to shake. She smiled and shook it in return.
"Rachel."
"Nice to meet you. I think it's cool that your into video games. The only girls I know that are into that, are my sisters." Sam said with a smile.
"At least you have someone to play it with. So, what else do you play?" Rachel ask.
The two began walking down the now empty halls chattering away at anything and everything video games.
Until they reached the hall their classes were on.
Sam pointed her in the direction of her class and they said their goodbyes.
Rachel felt good for the first time in a while.
She entered the classroom and could tell the teacher was not happy with her tardiness.
"You must be Rachel Berry." The teacher stated, the brunette nodded. "Understand that I do not accept tardiness. However; since this is your first day, I'll let it slide. Take a seat."
The brunette turned towards the seats and noticed something odd.
The only seats that were available were the seats around the blonde girl that she ran into in the bathroom earlier.
Her green eyes engulfed the brunettes brown ones immediately before the blonde's eyes were back down at her school work in front of her.
Rachel saw and felt the leering of some of the students. One boy stood up.
"Here you can take this seat. He was just leaving it, weren't you Jewfro." The boy who directed his piercing gaze at the kid with said fro, spoke with a tone that Rachel recognized as threatening.
The boy he called jewfro coward away and began gathering his things.
"Don't worry about it. There's extra seats over there." Rachel said as she nodded in the direction the blonde was sitting at.
Said blondes eyes widened in surprise. no one sat by her.
Rachel walked over and sat down looking to her left at the blonde by the window seat right next to her.
She smiled and nodded in her direction as the teacher began to continue on with the lesson.
The blonde faced forward as she felt herself blush. Rachel for some reason felt her stomach flip flop at the sight.
'That's never happened.' The brunette thought to herself.
The class went by smoothly. The second the bell rung though the blonde who had pre packed her belongings bolted for the door.
Rachel sighed she wanted to speak to the blonde or at least get her name but that wasn't going to happen.
She began gathering her own things when a shadow cast over her.
She looked up and saw it was the guy who told the jewfro boy to move.
"Hey, hotty. How 'bout you and I catch a movie tonight. Let's say around 7?" He smirked eyeing her salaciously. She rolled her eyes as she stood.
"No, thank you. Your not my type." She said as she walked past him.
He shouted behind her 'I'll be whatever you want to be as long as we're rolling in the sack!'
She curled her lip in disgust. The brunette made her way to her locker.
As she rounded the corner she spotted the blonde girl shutting her locker door and beginning to walk off.
Rachel made a beeline for her only to have herself cut off as a Cheerios uniform blocked her view.
"Hey, I'm Stacy Morgan. I hear that your new and I also heard that you might be trying out for one of our teams. So, that will make you-" Stacy was cut off from her flirting by an impatient Rachel.
"Look sara-"
"Stacy."
"Whatever, I'm going to be late for class. I'll see you later." Rachel rushed off down the hall but didn't see the blonde any where.
She sighed and began making her way to her next class which was AP Science.
She entered the class and took a seat.
She hadn't really paid attention upon entering because if she had she would have noticed the girl she was looking for was actually in the back sitting alone as per usual.
As the class began her partner some girl who inretrospect was indeed hot, sat beside her.
Unbeknown to Rachel two Cheerios and a jock rushed to get a seat beside her and the brunette Cheerio won smirking at her competition as she sat.
They scowled at her and moved on to their own seats.
The green eyed blonde way in the back, scoffed at their antics as she saw what the brunette didn't see.
From her view she could clearly see the brunette's mind was else where.
The blonde watched on as the Cheerio tapped the brunette's shoulder and smiled seductively.
The brunette glanced at her with a 'Hello.' than continued on staring out the window distracted by her thoughts.
The blonde her bit her lip trying not to laugh out loud at the brunette cheerios outraged look.
She knew all to well that Kate Livingston was not one to be ignored.
The girl craved attention and loved to be on the arm of any new prospective jock.
Word around school was that Rachel Berry was at the top of the list of new jocks this year.
Apparently, the girls stats are sending everyone into over drive.
The girl was officially popular and it was only her first day.
The second she was on whatever team she planned on joining and she walked the halls in her letterman.
It was going to be dog eat dog to secure your spot on her arm.
Because whoever was on her arm was not only going to be protected but will be the other half of the New Mckinely high power couple.
Before class started, the blonde was getting some things from her locker when she overheard an interesting conversation.
According to Gabriel Avery who heard it from Marcia Kenny who heard from her fuck buddy Marcus Scott who heard it from Steven James who heard it from the school mascot he was about to toss in the dumpster, who heard it from Coach Beiste who was telling Mr. Shue that Rachel Berry was already being scouted by numerous top colleges her entire high school career.
The blonde shook her head as she decided to focus on her school work.
There was no point in even allowing Rachel Berry to cross her mind.
Soon enough she was going to have to dodge the brunette once she started hanging out with the popular crowd.
Because their initiation requirement was to douse whoever was the years target in slushie's than a swirlie than a dumpster dive than the potty roll in that order and unfortunately for her, she was said target.
Rachel would be in charge of taking over her numerous daily slushie's Adam Jenkins gives her.
Because she was his target along with a few others. She sighed to herself.
It was a friendly conversation they had in the restroom while it lasted.
Rachel actually seemed like a nice person but she herself was a nice person before she became Head Cheerio and look how that had ended.
Either way, She hoped nothing but the best for the brunette because the popular crowd of jocks and cheerleaders were only pretending to be your friend until they just aren't.
Then they stomp you down to the bottom of the food chain and label you as the schools social pariah.
Even, the students who were slushie'd just like her refused to be seen with her nor sat by her in class.
The blonde shook her head. 'Focus!Do not go down that thought path.' She thought to herself.
Her eyes began to prick with tears as she did her best to quell them.
She looked around her to make sure no one noticed. No one did as usual, she was invisible.
"Alright, class. This year I have decided to allow you to partner up with someone you believe you can work with.
"Thanks to last years unfortunate events it has come to my attention that some of our more sensitive students have been doing all the work for their more aggressive partners."
"So, I want you all to choose your partners and make no mistake whomever you choose will be your partner all year."
"So take a look around for a few moments choose that person and make sure they accept you as a partner."
"If not, than you are not allowed to partner with them. I will be watching you, so do not think you can pressure someone into it." The teacher finished.
Murmuring began as Rachel's eyes widened by the bombardment of half the class rushing to her asking to be her partner.
To be honest she wanted to work alone but everything faded away to the background the second she glanced behind her.
All the way at the last desk was the blonde she had been trying to catch up to earlier.
The blonde was separated from the rest of the class by 4 rows of seats that were empty.
She had her head down as she was writing in her book. Rachel turned to all the people talking to her at once.
"No, thank you." She said as she grabbed her books and walked away leaving behind a group of disappointed teenagers.
The brunette approached the lab table.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" Rachel said with a smile but received no response.
The brunettes brow furrowed. She cleared her throat, nothing.
She reached out and touched the blondes shoulder.
The blonde gasp and jump in fear. Rachel put her hands up in surrender.
That's when the blonde's eyes widened in surprise.
Discreetly, she pulled the ear bud out of her ear. The brunette smirked as she realized the blonde was listening to music.
"May I help you?" She ask in confusion.
The brunette felt a shiver travel down her spine at the smoky husk voice.
She swallowed thickly and willed her body to calm down thinking of dead puppies and kittens.
"I was just wondering if you would like to be partners." Rachel ask and the blonde's face morphed into one of shock.
The blonde tried to speak once than twice before she finally got her voice working. "P-Partners? Yo-You want to be my partner?" The blonde ask in disbelief.
"Yeah, I mean of course if you want to that is. Now that I know you didn't hear-" Rachel was cut off by the blonde.
"No, I heard what Mrs. Bridge said. I put my ear buds in after." The blonde said.
"Oh.. So, is that like a no or something." Rachel ask unsure.
"OH! No, sorry. I-I'm just not use to people asking me. That's why I put my ear buds in. If we have any assignments I'm always by myself. So, I assumed it would be no different." The blonde said than blushed as she realized she was rambling.
She felt embarrassed and Rachel internally swooned at it but still her heart broke for the girl.
"Well, I would like to fulfill that role if it's up for grabs." The brunette replied with a geniune smile.
The blonde began to smile in return before it dropped from her face completely.
For a moment she caught a flicker in the blondes eyes that she recognized as fear.
The blonde swallowed thickly as she looked around.
The brunette did as well and saw that some of the cheerleaders and jocks as well as the semi popular kids turned their prying eyes away along with their scowls once the brunette's eyes were on them.
Rachel looked back at the blonde whose head was now bowed.
"Please, don't tell me your thinking what I think your assum-" The brunette was cut off by a jock who walked up to them.
"What's up, sexy. Listen I know everyone kind came at you all thirsty but don't worry I handled it. So, How 'bout you come sit with me at my table. No one will bother you anymore." He said with a cocky smirk as if Rachel was some damsel in distress. The brunette shook her head.
"Like I said earlier, no thank you. Besides I just ask this girl to be my partner." Rachel said Kindly though she was actually annoyed inside.
"Who spread her legs Fabray? You shouldn't partner with her she'll ruin your rep. Plus she isn't worth a damn but I'm sure if you ask she'll get on her knees and be a good bitch for you. Isn't that right, easy lay, Fabray?" He laughed.
The blonde felt her eyes prick with tears as she stood abruptly and ran out of the room before he could finish his sentence.
while the rest of the class broke out in laughter as they caught the tail end that he shouted at her.
The brunette looked around at all the laughing students and caught sight of one girl who was the only one other than herself who was not laughing.
Which surprised the brunette because the girl was in a cheer uniform.
If anything their was a flicker of sadness in her eyes before she noticed the brunette watching her, than it was gone as the girl turned in her seat to face forward.
Rachel's hands clenched at her sides as fury blazed in her eyes.
His back was still to her and though she wanted to beat the ever loving shit out of him.
She knew she couldn't, it was her first day and she also had more important things to worry about.
In the blonde's haste to leave she left her belongings.
The brunette began to pack it up just as she finished putting the girls Ipod in to the bag the boy gripped the other strap with a smirk.
"Good idea, we can flush everything down the toilet or-" He didn't get to finish his sentence as the brunette shoved him so hard the momentum dropped him on his ass.
The entire room fell in silence with wide expectant eyes.
The brunette stood over him and the look on her face caused the boy to tremble a little in fear.
"If I were you, I'd watch my mouth the next time I'm in this classroom." The brunette said with a deathly calm voice but her eyes were feral in anger.
She stepped away from the boy grabbing her belongings as well as the blonde girls, carrying both their belongings out with her.
Class wasn't even over. People jumped out of Rachel's way as she passed.
She heard the boy shout from behind her. 'Mrs. Bridge, Aren't you going to do anything?!'
The teacher responded with I didn't see anything Mr. Michaels, I was writing on the board.'
Which was a bold face lie considering she was sat in her chair grading work but actually did see it all.
It actually made the teacher laugh to see one of the jocks be put in their place.
Rachel walked the halls but the blonde was no where insight.
She sighed and walked to her locker putting the blonde's belongings in it.
She certainly didn't want to go back to that class and since lunch was next period she decided not to return.
She walked the halls for a little bit. There was only 20 minutes left of class.
Rachel entered the cafeteria and noticed immediately that she was being talked about.
The brunette sighed. She hadn't meant to draw this much attention to herself but unfortunately, she did.
She decided to ignore it. She exited the cafeteria and made a left.
She thought it would be best to eat lunch on the bleachers.
Once she sat down in the chilly afternoon air she breathe a sigh of relief. It was relaxing.
She opened her lunch that she had picked up on the way to school.
She went to bite into her sandwich when she heard what sounded like a grunt.
She looked around with a furrowed brow than shrugged.
She went to bite into her sandwich a second time before hearing it again.
The brunette looked around until she heard the sound again but realized it was coming from below her.
She tried her best to see anything but all she saw was fingers gripping one of the poles.
The brunettes curiosity was piqued.
She packed her lunch up and walked down the bleachers as quietly as she could.
She walked under searching for the sound when she heard it come from her right.
She walked further under until she stopped in her tracks upon what she saw.
There on her knees was the blonde girl from science class.
Dry heaving with her face beat red.
The brunette rushed over and placed her hand on the girls back causing her to jump out of her skin.
Rachel put her hands up in surrender again.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Rachel spoke quickly.
The brunette's heart broke at the tear stained cheeks of the blonde.
The blonde kept searching back and forth frantically in fear.
"Hey, it's just me, I promise." Rachel said sincerely keeping her distance.
She understood what the body language was screaming at her.
The blonde watched her warily still on alert as her eyes kept darting everywhere just in case.
Rachel sighed, She sat down crossed leg facing away from the blonde.
Giving the green eyed girl a full view of the brunette's profile.
The brunette knew it was best not to make eye contact to get her to relax.
She kept her distance and began reopening her lunch. She began to eat her sandwich in silence.
The blonde eyed her warily but began to relax as she saw no one had jumped out at her.
To be honest she didn't mean to run under the bleachers.
Azimio and his goons had chased her from the opposite end of the hallway, she rounded when she left science class.
She was terrified, so she ran outside but she was immediately hit with nausea and she didn't want to leave a trail of vomit for them to figure out where she was.
So, she ran under the bleachers praying that they didn't see her and so far they didn't but she didn't expect the brunette to be the one to find her.
The smell of the brunettes food hit her nostrils with seduction.
Her mouth salivated as her stomach growled in such severe hunger it hurt.
The blonde ducked her head in embarrassment but the brunette said nothing.
Silently, while the blonde's head was down, Rachel placed her tubberware with the other half of the sandwich in front of the blonde.
The blonde's eyes widened in surprise.
She looked back up at the brunette but she was back to looking out at the field that she could see.
The blonde didn't want to take the sandwich out of pride but her stomach had other ideas.
She snatched it up and moaned at the taste.
Rachel's lips quirked up in a barely there smile.
She didn't want the blonde to think she was laughing at her and she certainly didn't want her to stop eating.
She opened her lunch bag and pulled out a bottle of water holding it out to the blonde.
Said blonde looked at her with surprise again.
Rachel gestured the bottle forward in a 'Take it' manner.
The blonde smiled small but nevertheless smiled at the brunette's kindness.
Rachel didn't want to press her luck so she stood and after finishing her sandwich and dusted her jeans with her hand.
She grabbed her lunch bag and nodded at the blonde before walking away back toward the school.
The blonde watched bewildered. The brunettes kindness made her heart swell.
She was also thankful because apparently that sandwich was exactly what she needed to quell her nausea.
It had been a bit harsh the last two weeks at home. Food had been scarce and she hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday.
When the jocks were chasing her she felt like her acids where going to come up.
She couldn't thank the brunette more because she didn't have lunch or money to buy lunch.
Rachel walked back into the school and headed for her locker.
She was just closing it when a shadow over cast her, she rolled her eyes.
Turning she took in the lurch height figure of a boy with a charming grin.
"May I help you?" Rachel ask kindly because the boy hadn't done anything to her to warrent any hostility.
"I just wanted to come over and introduce myself." The boy said sweetly.
Rachel was caught with surprise.
Other than that Sam kid this was the first boy who spoke to her respectively without any lewd comments.
"Oh.." Rachel said with a furrowed brow.
"I'm Finn. Finn Hudson. I'm the quaterback." He spoke kindly holding his hand out for her to shake.
The brunette smiled at his kindness. She took his hand and shook it.
"Rachel Berry." She replied.
"So, How are you liking the school so far?" He ask.
"It's definitely enlightening." The brunette replied.
Finn's brow furrowed in confusion. The brunette didn't understand why until his next sentence left his lips.
"I don't understand how the weather has anything to do with school. Wait, is it raining?" He ask confused.
The brunette really didn't mean to laugh but that was the funniest shit she'd heard all day.
Just as she burst with laughter, the blonde from earlier rounded the corner and stopped in her tracks.
She froze at seeing the brunette laughing with what looked like Finn's constipated thinking face.
She swallowed thickly and spun around on her heel back the way she came.
The brunette hadn't noticed and neither did a smiling Finn who felt smug for getting the brunette to laugh.
No one has even gotten the girl to give them the time of day but him.
Oh yeah this was definitely going to boast his popularity ten fold.
Especially, after the Quinn situation. He was definitely in need of getting his rep back up.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. Look Finn, I have to go but it was nice meeting you. Have a good day." She said before he could say anything else.
The brunette turned on her heel walking towards her next class.
She noticed the students that were in the hall jump out of her way.
'Weird.' She thought. She didn't want to be late to her next class so she left it alone.
The rest of the day went by without a hitch.
She had noticed that she had shared most of her classes with the blonde but other than their brief conversations during science than eating lunch silently, they hadn't spoken again.
It kind of seemed like the blonde was purposely not looking at her but she could be wrong after all she just met the blonde that day.
She still had the blonde's belongings in her locker, she planned on giving it to her after school.
In every class they had the blonde would discreetly speak to the teacher and the teacher would give her something to write with and paper for taking notes.
The moment the bell rang just like all their other classes the blonde was out of there like a bat out of hell.
Rachel tried to chase after her but at their last class the blonde had sat closest to the door.
While Rachel sat at the far back thinking that's where the blonde would sit since that's where she sat in all their shared classes thus far.
The brunette made it to the hallway only to see that the blonde was gone.
She sighed and began walking to her locker.
That night in the safety of her bedroom, she dreamed.
She dreamt of deep green eyes and full pouty pink lips.
A smoky voice giggled her name with affection.
She sat up from her sleep looking around until she slammed her hand to shut off the alarm, her eyes widened in disbelief.
It was 6 am, the brunette smiled as her eyes filled with happy tears and relief.
It was the first time in 5 years, where she didn't wake up screaming from the numerous graphic nightmares that has haunted her with no remorse.
She actually slept through the night.
Today was already turning out to be an amazing day and she had a beautiful blonde who had no idea about it, to thank.
She hopped out of bed as an idea struck her.
Rachel walked into Mckinely high on a mission.
She went to her locker first and a huge smile took up her face as she realized the blonde girls locker was actually the next one over from hers.
As she approached she knew she had to play it cool or she could possibly scare her off.
So, she straightened up and wiped the huge smile from her face.
She learned her lesson from yesterdays constant reaction from the blonde.
So, instead of tapping her on the shoulder or coming up behind her.
She rounded to her locker to be in front of her with a good bit a distance.
The blonde still slightly jumped when the brunette came into view.
"Hey.." Rachel spoke with a small smile, doing her best to keep it minimal considering her dream was hitting her full force with the memories of it.
She hadn't been able to remember the dream that morning due to the surprise of sleeping through the night.
The blonde returned the small smile but kept glancing around her and slowly closing in on herself because of all the students gawking at them.
"You shouldn't be talking to me." The blonde spoke before the brunette could say anything else. "Look, I know you want your tubberware back and I'll give it back to you. I took it home to clean it but I forgot to bring it with me. I'm sorry but you shouldn't talk to me people are watching and you'll ruin any chance you have at being popular." The blonde spoke quickly before turning on her heel and walking away.
She may no longer be popular but she wouldn't wish being bullied everyday on anyone.
Especially, not the brunette after she shared half her sandwich with her the day before.
The blonde had been starving. That was the first thing she had been able to eat since she couldn't get her hands on any breakfast that morning.
What she hadn't noticed upon her departure was that she left a gob smacked Rachel Berry in her wake.
The brunette broke from the shock and looked around her at all the students whispering.
She heard a comment from behind her that made her blood boil.
'Oh god, easy lay, Fabray is trying to strike again.' and 'She better stay away from Rachel, if she doesn't want another visit to the dumpster today.'
The brunette opened her locker and pulled the blonde's book bag out and set towards her first period AP English class.
She entered the room and headed straight for the seat next to the blonde.
Before she sat she stood in front of the seat waiting for the blonde to look up.
The little group of students who were there were a few minutes early before the bell rung.
They watched with interests and the brunette knew.
The blonde looked up in surprise and was about to tell the brunette that people were watching but her mouth dropped open in surprise instead.
When the brunette gently laid her back pack across her desk with a smile.
"You forgot this in science yesterday, Fabray."
With that the brunette sat at the desk beside her smugly.
The blonde stared at her slack jawed.
She had thought that asshole Darren Michaels took it and threw it in the dumpster or something equally as worse.
She mourned her Ipod for the entire walk home but here Rachel Berry was sitting casually as if she didn't just make her day.
She even said her name without the 'Easy lay' or 'Spread her legs' the rest the school felt the need to tact onto her last name.
She blushed crimson and did her best to withhold her smile.
She used her hair while ducking her head to hide it.
She saw all the other students sat in disbelief that the brunette not only spoke to her but returned her valuable property to her.
The class went on as usual but the blonde couldn't focus.
The brunette had not only scrambled her thoughts as to how she warranted the brunette's kindness but also how her stomach was bursting at the seams with butterflies.
The bell rung and the blonde's thoughts halted as she realized she had no idea what the lesson had entailed.
Rachel began packing her things.
The blonde was going to wait behind to speak with the brunette but than Finn walked through the door and she froze up.
Upon seeing the blonde he scowled at her and mouthe 'Get lost!' with a withering look.
The blonde scrambled to her feet and ran out the room.
She felt her heart hammer in her chest as a panic rose within her.
She made her way to the restroom to collect herself.
Rachel had her back turned so she hadn't seen anything.
She went to turn around and speak to the blonde but was disappointed to see that she was gone.
Than she noticed Finn standing right beside her so she smiled at him.
"Hello, Finn. May I help you?" Rachel said politely when really she was upset that she missed the blonde and was eager to get to their shared next class in the science room.
"Yeah, I was just wondering if I could walk with you to your next class. Mine is right beside yours." He smiled kindly with his words laced in hope.
The brunette sighed internally. She really didn't want to but if he was going in the same direction she assumed he would follow and try to make conversation anyway.
So as to not hurt his feeling she smiled tightly and nodded her consent.
As they walked the halls together she had noticed people were talking and staring.
"So, how's your second day going?" Finn ask sweetly.
"It's going.." Rachel replied.
"Are you new to Lima or did you move from a different state?" He ask.
Rachel was facing forward with distraction so she hadn't noticed he smirked at some of the jokes they passed.
As other jocks made lewd gestures with thrusting hips in a provocative way or flapping their tongue's like dogs all the while Finn responded mouthing. 'I got this.'
The other jokes nodded their approval while the others scowled mouthing back 'We'll see.'
Rachel was unaware of the race to snag the hot new brunette.
There was a war blazing and competition going hard through the school for her.
"I'm from New York." Rachel replied distractedly. Wondering why the blonde left so quickly.
"Cool, di-" Finn was cut off by the distracted brunette as she spotted Sam at his locker.
"Hey, um I'll catch up with you later. I have to speak to someone about some notes." The brunette said a she rushed over to Sam.
Leaving a pissed off Finn behind as he watched Sam greet Rachel.
Sam was definitely going to pay for that later.
"Hey, Sam!" Rachel said cheerfully.
"Rachel, hey." Sam looked around cautiously. The brunette furrowed her brow.
"Ok, stop! Just stop! Why do you keep doing that?!" Rachel spoke frustratingly.
Sam had the decency to look ashamed.
"Look, I'm sorry alright but it's kind of hard not to." The blonde boy replied.
"What?! What have I done to you to make you ac-" Rachel was cut off by Sam.
Sam lowered his voice as he spoke.
"Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset." He looked back and forth at the students watching him.
"Why don't you meet me in the choir room at lunch. I'll explain everything to you there where we won't have everyone staring at us." Sam said as head made a small gesture with his eyebrows behind her.
The brunette discreetly turned her head to the side and could see everyone watching.
The brunette rolled her eyes in irritation. 'What the fuck was up with this school?' Rachel thought in frustration.
"Fine, I'll see you then." She replied quietly as she turned to walk in the direction of her next class.
She made it to the science room just before the second bell.
As soon as she entered she made a beeline for the blonde in the back who was writing in her note book again.
This time the brunette just took the seat without asking before the blonde could object.
So they were stuck as partners for the rest of the year.
The blonde looked up at her in surprise. Rachel looked back at her with a smile.
"Hey, partner. How's it going." Rachel spoke up hoping to break the ice and did an internal happy dance when the blonde smiled in return.
"Ok, class. Here is your new assignment." The teacher spoke up.
The blonde and brunette focused back up front as Mrs. Bridge began to explain.
Both of them paid attention studiously taking notes on everything.
Once they were handed their work packets by a scowling Kate Livingston. The girls opened their individual packet.
"These packets are given to you seperately because you and your partner have an area to cover."
"Than when you compiled your research you have done separately, you will put them together and do the second part of the research together."
"Finally, you will put together a presentation for the class. Both partners have to participate or you will fail."
"If anyone leaves all the responsibility on their partner it is up to that partner to come speak to me privately."
"The partner that does not participate will fail." Mrs. Bridge said.
The bell had rung and both girls began packing up their things.
Rachel took a deep breath before speaking.
"So-"
"Hey-"
Both girls blushed at speaking simultaneously to each other.
Rachel gestured to the blonde to speak.
"I uh.. didn't get to thank you returning my things to me." The blonde spoke nervously.
"It was no problem." Rachel replied with a soft smile.
"Well, thank you, anyway." The blonde said.
She began to put her back pack on as Rachel followed suit.
The brunette followed her out of the class room.
"So.. um when do you want to get together to start the project?" Rachel ask.
"Um.. Whenever's good for you, I guess." The blonde replied.
"Well, I could give you my num.." The brunette trailed off as she noticed the blonde stop walking. "Hey, wha-"
"I'll speak to you about it in our next class, ok? I forgot I have to get something from my locker." The blonde said quickly.
Before the brunette could tell her that she'd come with her.
The blonde bolted with slight fear in her eyes.
As Rachel turned she stumbled back at the figure standing behind her. She looked up into the goofy smile of Finn.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He said with a sheepish endearing smile.
For the record Rachel had been surprised by his sudden appearance not scared.
"I was wondering if maybe you wanted to get lunch together. You know, So you can meet everyone else." He spoke sweetly.
Rachel was hit with the reminder of Sam.
"I actually can't I have to meet Sam for a project we have." The brunette replied kindly. "Maybe next time." Finn smiled in understanding.
"It's cool. Maybe tomorrow, then?" He ask sweetly.
"Sure, why not." The brunette replied.
She waved goodbye and turned to walk away.
Finn's smile slipped from his face and morphed into a scowl. 'Fucking Sam.' He thought angrily.
After stopping by her locker to grab her lunch, she went to the choir room.
Sam was sitting on a seat with a guitar in his hands tuning it.
"I had no idea you played. Granted, we just met yesterday." Rachel joked as she entered.
She noticed him jump a little but when he realized it was her he relaxed.
"Hey, did you find your way ok?" Sam ask.
The brunette nodded. The brunette got situated with her lunch.
She took it out and began eating.
She chose a bacon egg and cheese sandwich from breadstix.
Sam grit his teeth as he did his best not to look at it. He continued to tune his guitar.
"So... Are we going to talk about why you act as the mob is after you." Rachel ask Sam chuckled.
"They might as well be." He replied with a scoff. Rachel made a face at that.
"What do you mean?" The brunette ask.
Sam stood up and walked to the doors of the choir room.
After looking back and forth in the hall he shut both doors and walked back to his seat picking the guitar up again he continued tuning.
Rachel was about to speak when he beat her to it.
"Look, I know your new here and maybe at your old school, you didn't have too many bullies but here they ARE like the mafia. I'm not joking. The cheerleaders are the top dogs than the footballers along with the hockey team."
"They make every ones life a living hell. You could be in with them one minute but the moment you step out of line, that's it-your done."
"I personally have never been a jock but I know someone who has and speaking from the outside looking in. Their fall from grace was one of the worst I've ever seen."
"I was already a loser when I started here. I've been bullied all my life because I don't like the same things they do."
"I don't respect anyone whose a bully. I think a bully is a coward. I know if I wanted to I could try out for a team and possibly get in but at what cost."
"All it would do is prove that I'm different. Because in this school initiation is a slushie to the face of the lowest person in the school poll and that person I happen to care about more than anything."
"I would never dream of doing that to her but if your a jock you have to or you face being on a team that would most definitely torture you into quitting than continue torturing you because they can, until you switch schools or worse."
"So, yeah I get nervous because they always appear out of nowhere and jump you. On more than one occasion my sister and I were walking home and because Mr. Winn made me partners with Eric Matthews, he threatened me to do the entire assignment for both of us."
"I told him no in class and he told me I'd pay for it. When we were walking home. He and a few of the other jocks pulled up in a car and chased us."
"We ran as fast as we could. We headed for anywhere public so they wouldn't find out where we lived."
"We stood there for hours past midnight because it was a Friday and we had no idea whether they were still out there or not."
"By the time we got home my mom was freaking out. She already knows what happened and came to the school several times but Figgins told her there was nothing he could do without proof."
"Even though, the proof happens everyday in these halls but they turn a blind eye because the jocks well mostly the cheerleaders bring in the funding."
"Not to mention, the top jocks and top cheerios parents are really big deals here. I hope you never have to understand what I mean by that ."
"Anyway, The next day I told Matthews I would do it. After that he left us alone." Sam finished.
Rachel sat in disbelief and anger that this school was a joke.
The jocks needed to be taught a lesson.
"I still don't get what that has to do with me." Rachel said.
"You wouldn't, not yet at least. Everyone knows about the scouts who have been at every one of your games and all the student body has already seen your games on youtube."
"Word around school is your going to carry the basketball team to the championships and bring it home."
"Your the new 'IT' girl and everyone is scrambling to try to get your attention because if they score you on their arm. Their reputation status hits sky high and no one would dare go against the new power couple of Mckinely."
The brunettes eyes widened. She swallowed thickly.
"What about the power couple now? Won't they have something to say about that?" Sam shook his head as his eyes glazed over as he got lost in a sad memory.
"No, they wouldn't because their currently isn't a power couple. They broke up and as I said before the person I care deeply about fell from grace and is now the social pariah of the school." Sam said as he swallowed thickly. Rachel took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry I had no idea. I guess I'll be more careful when I walk up to you and try not to scare you." Rachel said sincerely. Sam shook his head at her words.
"You still don't get it, Rachel... We can't be friends. Because I won't be able to stop them if they come after my sister for me talking to you. I'm sorry.." Sam finished as he stood and walked away.
Leaving a shocked but sad Rachel behind.
