Freaking Artie Wheels Abrams. She gritted her teeth at the mere thought of the boy. Brittany had chosen him. It didn't matter that she had bared her heart and soul to her in song, she wouldn't leave him even though she claimed to love her too. It sucked and it hurt like hell. She was beginning to wish she hadn't done it in the first place. It was the reason she was all boarded up in the first place. She hated feeling things. She hated … feelings.
She did whatever she could to avoid the site of the pair. She avoided all of her text messages and made sure she sat where she couldn't see them. Heck, she even ignored Quinn when she'd suggest they should hang out after practice or when she'd send a text in their Unholy Trinity group chat. She figured the less she saw her, the less it would hurt which, was true .. to a point. But she only had so much control over her thoughts and feelings and she couldn't help the tears that betrayed her when the thoughts and feelings overwhelmed her.
She'd tried out different lunch spots to hide from the world. First she'd tried sitting to the back of the cafeteria with a group of randoms but either the Gleeks or the Cheerios would give her weird looks and ask her to join them. Then she had tried the library, but no amount of 'going Lima Heights' would let the Librarian be cool with her trying to sneaking a bite since the library followed an annoyingly strict no food policy. By some luck of fate, she struck gold on her third find. The dressing room in the auditorium. It was clean, quiet and most importantly empty.
As soon as the lunch bell rang, she'd make a quick beeline for her locker, switch out her books for her next class and hightail it to the auditorium. It had been her safe haven for the last two days and it would remain that way for however longer she needed it.