Hey guys I'm back. Sorry I haven't updated in a while a lot of crazy things have been happening. I looked back over at Chapter One and I realized there are a lot of missing words and spelling and grammar mistakes so I re-wrote it and hopefully I will aim to get Chapter Two up today.
Rachel's Pov:
I don't understand. Why did he constantly choose her? Scratch that, why did everyone always want her? My friends, my now ex-boyfriend, even my own parents prefer her as a daughter after the news of baby gate came out. She is their shiny new star, and me, well I am just a nobody. A freak. A loser.
I sighed as I slammed my locker shut; the school was abuzz after the identity of her baby's father came out; it was all everyone could talk about. The schools bad boy Noah Puckerman had knocked up the Queen of the Chasity Ball, Quinn Fabray. To be honest, I was getting sick of listening to the gossip and the people telling me that I was being selfish towards the pregnant girl. But they never realized that since her and the star quarterbacks relationship went down the drain that she moved in with me, they didn't see how my parents treated her like she was their only daughter and I was pushed to the side as if I was nothing. It was all about Quinn.
"Oh, hi loser," the screeching voice of a cheerio called Cherry sounded out. I knew that she hated me, she was just like all of the other popular kids that weren't in Glee, she believed that the whole student body should part the corridor as she walked down them, and that we should all bow down to her just because her daddy is one of the richest people in Lima.
"What do you want?" I asked, glancing over at the perky brown-haired cheerleader.
"Is that anyway to speak to your upper-class men, Berry?" She snapped, rolling her emerald green eyes as she did so.
"Look Cherry, I'm not in the mood okay, so do you want to tell me what it is you want or just walk away?" I snapped.
I swear this girl is dumber than Brittany particularly when someone doesn't want to talk to her.
"So, I've heard rumours that Fabray, is staying at your place," she declared like she had just won a Tony award for best actress.
"Yeah, so?" I demanded slowly starting to lose my patience with the girl.
"I just wanted to know how it feels like to have the school's number one slut falling over your daddies while, you have to stand and do nothing?" She inquired with a vicious smile curling onto her lips. "I mean if your own parents don't love you, who would?"
"Okay first of take care of your mouth, because it sure is sprouting a load of shit. Quinn might be a lot of things but call her a slut again when everyone knows you spread your legs for anyone with a dick and I will quite happily rip out your hair extensions and shove them down your throat." I snapped. "Secondly, you don't know fuck all bitch, so why don't you take your skinny little ass somewhere else!" I knew that I had drawn attention from others in the hallway, but at this point I didn't care. I will be the first to admit that Quinn and I didn't used to see eye to eye, and I'm jealous of all the attention she has been getting from everyone and that I'm being pushed aside. But someone calls her a slut or insults her in front of me and I will rip into them no questions asked.
"You are so on my list, dwarf," Cherry announced as she moved past me. A smirk curled its way onto my lips.
"You know Cherry, you aren't Santana Lopez, so stop trying to act like her!' I called out; I didn't regret it. I didn't even regret getting shoved up to my locker by the now angry cheerio, even though I was pretty sure that my back would bruise with the force. The girl looked at me, hate and anger flashed through her eyes.
"You're pathetic," she snapped and then slapped me hard across the face before releasing me and stalking down the hall, shoving people out of her way as she did so. I let out a groan of pain as I peeled myself off the locker and glanced around to see others in the hallway looking at me. I knew what they were thinking. I was stupid for standing up to someone like Cherry, but I was past caring. Rolling my eyes, once again, I slammed my locker shut before walking in the opposite direction of Cherry and towards the cafeteria.
The rest of the day rolled by, and I didn't see Cherry again, but I was getting hateful looks from the other Cheerios which meant that she had probably told them a pack of lies saying that I unapprovingly attacked her in the hallway. With each death glare I just rolled my eyes and ignored them, I was so used to it by now. When the last bell rang out, I walked towards the choir room, today we were going over something for Sectionals and to be honest I wasn't that bothered which isn't usually like me.
As I walked into the room, I saw everyone but Mr Schue; he was probably off somewhere trying to fix his sham of a relationship with Miss Pillsbury. As I entered, I heard a few gasps; I looked over at Tina who had her hand up to her mouth looking at me, her eyes wide.
"What?" I asked, looking at the Asian girl.
"Crap Berry, what the hell happened?" I heard Santana question. I gazed over at the Latina and shook my head as a smile slipped onto my lips.
"I had a run in with Cherry, its no big deal." I admitted.
"Wait as in the young Santana wannabe?" Noah asked from his spot beside Quinn.
"Like I said, no big deal." I spoke as I made my way over to the back of the risers instead of at the front where I usually sat.
"Why did you have a run in with that worthless whore?" Quinn asked, turning around to face me. I looked at the girl, who had slowly started to feel like my sister and shook my head, I knew that I would be telling them anyway, eventually.
"We were just having an argument." I said.
"What about?" Finn asked from where he sat behind the drums.
"Why do you care?" I snapped in his direction.
"What was the argument about?" Artie asked as he turned his wheelchair around to face me.
"Quinn," I answered as I looked at the front of the classroom.
"Me?" Quinn questioned.
"You are saying something about my girl, Mrs Bossy-Pants?" Mercedes snapped, looking over at me. she was just like the poplars, trying to pin everything that happened on me and jumping down my neck before I could explain myself.
"No," I answered looking over at my fellow diva.
"So, why are you fighting with some rich white girl?" Mercedes snapped.
"Because she was calling Quinn a slut!" I snapped.
The room fell silent as the words left my mouth. Everyone was looking at me like I had been possessed or something. After all the only people who knew that Quinn moved in with me was Noah and Santana.
"So, let me get this right Eva Peron, you got into a fight with a girl who is top of the food chain because she called my girl a slut?" Mercedes questions. "Are you sure that you weren't calling her that and someone was calling you on your bullshit? I mean you have been jealous since baby gate came out," Mercedes accused.
"Now, hold up Wheezy, as much as I don't like Berry, she is the only one who didn't turn her back on Q, when it came out. Where were you when Quinn was crying on Berry's shoulder because the oversized green giant dumped her? Where were you when my girl needed a place to live after the same guy chucked her out?" Santana snapped, glaring at Mercedes.
I have to admit it shocked me she even stood up for me.
"You let her move in!" Finn snapped as he looked over at me.
I let out a sigh and leaned back on my chair trying to block out the shouts and the argument between both Santana and Mercedes. That was until I felt a warm hand on top of mine, I looked towards the hands and looked up to see Quinn and Noah both looking at me. Quinn had a grateful look on her face, while Noah's face held a general smile. Looking at the young parents I gave them a friendly smile that was until the door opened and Mr Schue waltzed into the room with Cherry just behind him.
That was when my entire world came crashing in on me.