CHAPTER 3
Season 2, age 15*
"Jesse there's no way in hell I'm doing that!" I yelled. I had already refused twice - much calmer, despite Jesse's ridiculous request. At first I was just confused, but now he was really starting to piss me off. He had been given everything he ever wanted in life so now he expected me to uproot mine to continue this trend of indulgence.
"You don't have a choice!" Jesse yelled back.
"Yes I do! It's my life and my education, Jesse. Not yours. I'm not transferring to McKinley High School just so you can spy on their glee club or because you're horny for that Rachel Berry chick. There's only three months left in the school year and I only really just started to feel like I've adjusted to Carmel. You've lost your mind if you think I'm leaving that behind for your personal gain."
"Yes, the school year is two-thirds of the way over - which is why it will look less suspicious if both of the St. James siblings transfer to McKinley," Jesse said.
"What the hell kind of back story did you pull out of your ass for this anyway?" I asked.
"I'm going to tell them that I - we - live with our uncle and McKinley is closer to his house than Carmel. Which it is," Jesse replied.
"By like ten minutes!" I retorted. "And why would the distance even matter anyway since you're going to be graduating in June?"
"I highly doubt the New Directions have the critical thinking skills to analyze the situation that much," Jesse scoffed.
"Are you including your little girlfriend in that generalization?" I replied snarkily.
Jesse sighed. "Yes. I actually really like Rachel but she's so naive."
"Boyfriend of the year," I mumbled.
"Look - are you going to do this or not?" Jesse asked.
"No," I turned around on my heels and started to leave the room.
"Brat," Jesse called after me. "You can't think of anybody but yourself."
The irony. I almost turned around and yelled something back at him about the hypocrisy but it would've been pointless. I hated him so much and I was proud of myself for actually standing up to him for once - without crying, at that. Whatever Jesse thought his little plan was - I wanted nothing to do with it. Things always seemed to go his way but I was hoping that once - just this once - things would come back to bite my brother in the ass.