"Did you expect something else from me?" Rachel inquired.
Quinn gave her another once over and Rachel felt warm again. "Hmm, no. Not really."
"I'll have you know I can be very bad."
Quinn smirked at her. "I'm sure you can be very bad, Berry."
Rachel's face flushed. This girl. "Not like that!"
Hey, here's a short ficlet. This has probably been done but I just wanted to write something short and got this. I hope you enjoy it!
No beta, sadly.
Rachel hated sitting in the lobby of Principal Figgins' office, she knew the man was pretending to have a call on his office phone instead of commencing a meeting with her. She knows this because she is an excellent lip-reader and Principal Figgins was mouthing gibberish into the phone. He should have known better. Especially since the walls were made out of the see-through glass of all things.
She has no clue why he's even delaying meeting with her. She's only been at this school for two months now.
Well, that's a lie. It was probably because the last time she came here was a few weeks ago. She had stormed in with the ACLU on hold on her phone so she could get Principal Figgins to open up the girl's restroom that was closest to the gym. He closed it because he was trying to cut back on the school's water bill. Nobody knew that part but Rachel did after some after school, middle of the night snooping into his desk.
It got her the gym girl's restroom back, so it was a resounding success in her bedazzled diary.
Still, Rachel huffed as she turned her attention from Figgins faking a phone conversation to the secretary playing Candy Crush on her phone, completely ignoring Rachel.
Rachel sat up straighter to address the secretary. "Mrs. Thompson, I think that you should alert Principal Figgins, once again, about having to meet with me. It's imperative that he does so I can be on my way and not miss any more class."
"Ms. Berry, I told you that Principal Figgins is currently taking a very important phone call and will be with you shortly." She didn't even look Rachel's way as she continued to tap on her phone. Really, what's with adults and their addiction to smartphones?
"Well, actually, I know he's not—"
"Ms. Berry, please be quiet or I will kick you out of here and you won't be meeting him at all today," Mrs. Thompson interrupted Rachel. Still not looking at her.
Rachel stood up to march right on into Figgins' office and tell him what she needed.
Until the glass door next to her slammed open.
In walked a tall, pink-haired skank. And she was wearing leather.
Rachel's heart ached.
"Hello, Ava," greeted the newcomer with a low husky voice. Definitely an alto. Rachel couldn't catch her face due to the girl facing Mrs. Thompson when she walked in. It was odd that she greeted her using her first name.
Mrs. Thompson still didn't look up from her phone but Rachel saw her sigh before addressing the other girl. "Fabray, sit."
"How forward of you, at least buy me dinner, Ava," the girl chuckled before turning around to sit next to Rachel. Her eyes roamed Rachel's body and a blush took over Rachel's face when the girl winked at her and sat next to her.
Rachel was a bit stunned, even with a terribly done hair dye, the girl was beautiful. Rachel can safely say she's never seen anyone as pretty as her or even anybody who can even come close to compare.
"I'm sorry if I stunned you into unmoving silence and as much as I love seeing the view from here... Might I suggest that you take a seat?" Rachel could hear the slight arrogance in her voice. She would have ignored the voice but the girl commenting she enjoyed the view quickly made Rachel want to sit down, so she did.
"I'll have you know it's very inappropriate to stare at someone's behind," Rachel reprimanded as she faced the girl. The girl was slouched down on her chair.
"I think that wearing skirts as short as those are more inappropriate than my staring, Berry," the skank commented.
Rachel would pick apart her comment but she's confused. She can safely say she's never seen the girl around. She would have made a mental note on someone as pretty and beautiful as the girl "How do you know my name?"
"Are you saying you don't know mine? I'm hurt."
"Are you some kind of stalker?"
The skank's eyes widened. "Woah, Woah. Berry, who said I was your stalker?"
"You're the one who refuses to tell me how you know me. I know I'm not the most popular around here. People barely know my name without me introducing myself first. Unless you're like Jacob. He stalked me and figured out a great deal about me. I can only conclude that you're just like him," Rachel answered.
"Jesus. Don't compare me to JBI. I'm nothing like that loser and I didn't stalk you." The skank stopped slouching and sat up straight.
"Let's say I believe you. What did you expect for me to think?"
"Anything but that!" the girl harshly replied.
Rachel looked over when the skank yelled that out. Mrs. Thompson seemed to not give a damn since she had her headphones on while on her phone. How unprofessional.
"You're like in a bunch of clubs, so I see your name everywhere. That's how I know your name. Alright? No stalking done. Can't blame a girl for having a decent memory," the skank relented.
"I didn't think skanks paid enough attention to know about school clubs."
"You know what they say about assuming, Berry."
"There's no need to state it, I know. But do you even know my first name?"
"Of course, I do. That doesn't mean I'll use it, Berry."
Rachel huffed and the girl chucked at her. "Can you tell me yours at the very least?" she asked.
"It's Quinn," she replied. Rachel thought she would have had to pry the answer out of the other girl. Oddly enough, the name did suit her.
"Nice to meet you, Quinn." Rachel moved her right hand to give Quinn a handshake. Quinn stared at her for a few seconds before she took Rachel's hand. When their hands connected, Rachel felt a shock to her system. Not like a static shock, but a pleasant one that caused her body to feel hot where Quinn touched. She couldn't tell if Quinn was feeling the same thing but she did see her hazel eyes flash.
"You too, Berry," Quinn rasped. She let go of her hand quickly. Rachel's hand felt noticeably cold and empty. Quinn cleared her throat. "Now that we got the stalking accusations out of the way—what are you in here for?"
Rachel recovered from what she felt and smiled at the attempt of civility from Quinn. "Well, I wanted to ask Principal Figgins if it was alright for me to miss some class tomorrow to run a soundcheck in the auditorium. The Glee Club is having a performance coming up soon and I need to personally make sure everything is working before then, as well as getting some extra practice in before performing."
"How... exciting," Quinn replied with a monotone voice.
"Did you expect something else from me?" Rachel inquired.
Quinn gave her another once over and Rachel felt warm again. "Hmm, no. Not really."
"I'll have you know I can be very bad."
Quinn smirked at her. "I'm sure you can be very bad, Berry."
Rachel's face flushed. This girl. "Not like that!" She was very glad that the secretary didn't care about them to hear their conversation. Maybe phones distracting adults are a good thing. Principal Figgins' drawn-out fake phone call too.
Quinn moved closer to her. "Oh, I'm sure." Rachel could hear Quinn almost purr at her.
"What are you here for?" Rachel said to distract Quinn. It wasn't her best acting; she knows that Quinn could tell she's trying to distract her, but Rachel really needed the conversation to change. Right now.
Quinn only gave her a smug look. "I stabbed Puck with a screwdriver for trying to flirt with me in workshop class. He got sent home and I get the office."
"You stabbed him for flirting with you?!" Rachel gasped.
Quinn raised an eyebrow. By God, that was hot and a bit imitating. She continued. "You do realize what Puck's 'flirting' is, right?"
Sadly, she has. He tried to get close to her once with the guise of flirting one day at the Temple. That was until her dad Hiram grabbed him by the ear and dragged him to his mother and grandmother. She saw him get smacked in the head by both of them. That encounter did lead to him never speaking to her since.
"I see your point. Well, we apparently live very different lives. I would have given him a very long lecture."
"I have no doubt that would have been just as effective."
Rachel was geared up for a retort but was interrupted when Principal Figgins finally finished his fake phone call and opened the door to his office. "Ms. Berry, how can I help you?"
She knows she should feel grateful that she can now ask him what she wanted and leave Quinn; but instead, she was saddened. She found herself actually liking the conversation with the girl. Quinn gives her a curious look that motivates her to stand up. "I'll be right back, Quinn," she said before she could catch herself.
"It's not like I can go anywhere else." Rachel heard as she walked into Figgins' office.