Black Betty
Chapter 3: Superman
Rated M
Rachel POV
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oh btw, I need a beta. But until then all mistakes are mine.
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Noah and me walked out of the nurse's office together after getting our daily dose of Band-Aids.
We once again had a monkey bar race and the douche knocked me off the rails making me fall onto my knees. I wasn't having that, so I jumped up and grabbed onto his legs pulling him down with me.
"Ow Rae." He glared at me from the ground as I stood above him, hands on my hips and a smirk on my face.
"You cheated."
"I did not!" He huffed while standing up.
The teacher who was assigned to chaperone dragged us both to the nurse's office for the 4th time this week.
It was nothing bad just some scraped knees.
As we walked back to the playground there was a group of kids in a circle laughing. So we decided to go over and see what they were up to.
I was excited at first to find out what game they were playing, but it turned into an extreme bout of anger when I saw my friend Lucy crying while being surrounded.
"Lucy Caboosey" They were saying in a singsong voice.
I pushed everyone out of my way so I could get to her. I posted up in front of her, arms crossed and glared at all the other kids. They shut up immediately.
"Do I need to punch you all in the face?" I screamed. Lucy was my best friend, she was the sweetest girl so it made no sense for her to get picked on. Everyone should want to be her friend. Plus her dad has nice cars that go super fast.
Noah stood next to me, and together we made a small wall in front of Lucy until the other kids went away.
"They suck. When are they gonna learn you don't mess with the Puckermans?" Noah stated as I turned my attention to Lucy.
Her head was down and she was still sniffling. Her glasses looked flooded from the tears so I took them off for her.
"Hey" I stated softly. She continued to sniffle, trying to keep the tears in I guess. "Hey Lucy they're gone now. I told you me and Noah always got your back."
No response.
"Hey Lucy, look at me." I waited until she did. Her hazel eyes were red and puffy and her chubby cheeks were just as wet.
"You like superman right Lucy?"
She nodded.
"Well, then I'm your superman. Ok?"
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"Alright Rachel, one last question before I let you go. What can you bring to the McDonalds family?"
Brody was printed on this guy's nametag. He wore a red short-sleeved McDonalds shirt that seemed too tight on his biceps. He had a perfect set of teeth, russet skin, and very well kept eyebrows. I didn't like him.
"Employment."
He didn't like my answer very much. He just hummed and wrote something down on his unnecessary clipboard. For fucks sake it's McDonalds.
"Well alright Rachel, we'll call ya."
He stood up from the booth and I rolled my eyes as I stood up after him.
"Sure ya will." I said sarcastically while walking out of the McDonalds.
My next destination was the work yard I walked past on my way over here. They had a help wanted sign so it couldn't hurt to try.
It was pretty empty. The field was mainly all dirt and patchy grass, there was very huge oak tree smack in the middle of the whole field which I found strange, but ay, to each his own.
There was a small building very similar to how a home would look off to the right. I approached the door, barely glancing at the hours printed on it and walked in.
The front was very closed off and I immediately spotted a gruff looking large man behind a desk. There were bookcases everywhere filled with encyclopedias and maps and I wondered what the hell he even did here.
The man stared at me for a while, obviously judging my clothes, I put my hair up in a bun today, the "x" on my neck was on full display.
He hummed and raised his eyebrow.
"I'm looking for a job." I stated turning towards him fully and walking a bit closer to his desk.
"What's your name kid." He asked leaning back in his chair. I noticed his eyes were brown like his hair that was gelled back in true Italian fashion. His face was scruffy; he definitely hasn't shaved recently. He wore a plain dark grey t-shirt that fit snugly, his huge arms strained against the material, and honestly, he looked intimidating.
"Rae" I offered.
He nodded, his eyes stuck on my neck.
"Age?"
He leaned forward now.
"17"
He hummed, his large hands filtered over his desk, picking up a lone piece of paper and placing it in front of him.
"You know what we do around here?"
I shook my head. "I noticed the help wanted sign. I need work so I figured I'll check it out."
"Well kid. We work on building projects from private companies, or personal accounts. Currently we're building a house for some man and his mistress. Do you mind working with your hands, it's all hard work."
I'm down. "How much is the pay?"
"Depending on when you show up, and how long you work. You can work every damn day if you want. Minimum is 200 a day."
This sounds so damn sketchy. "200 a day? That's an amazing amount of money."
"We pay cash, understand. Come here and fill out this form."
We made eye contact for a second and I nodded my head.
"Sure, but I have one more question. See I have a brother…"
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"Rae how in the hell do you get yourself into these sketchy things?"
Noah was brushing his Mohawk in the mirror and I was already dressed and ready for school.
"It's simple. I know what to look for. Just come with me, so I wont be caught off guard if shit does pop off. It's basically construction, you can sign up for it we'll both be making a good amount of cash." I was moving my hands a lot trying to get my point across.
"It's obviously illegal Rae. What happens if you and me get in trouble for this? Hm? What happens if we're courted off to prison? How would ma feel?"
I smacked my teeth. "It's nothing like that."
He just sighed and put down his brush, glancing at me for a second. "Alright, but only because I know you're going with or without me, and I always got your back Rae."
I scoffed. "Yeah…"
"Ay!" He looked at me. Leveling me with a glare, which I returned. "I always got you Rae."
I chose not to respond and walked down the staircase. "Let's go I'm already not looking forward to seeing Lucy." Don't wanna worsen my mood.
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"I just don't understand how we ended up in the same place. That's gotta be like some weird fate thing." Noah muttered.
We were watching Lucy and her two friends talk amongst themselves.
"Plus you gotta admit Rae, she's looking good."
I smacked my teeth and pushed him.
He raised his hands. "What? I'm not blind."
"I know how she's looking Noah." I couldn't believe him. "I'm just feeling some type of way right now."
"What do you mean?" He questioned off handedly.
"I'm mad at her, surprised, happy, confused, all of that." I whispered grumpily, watching Lucy laugh at something, damn, her smile hasn't changed one bit.
I fixed the sleeves of my flannel, rolling them up and cuffing them tighter.
"You gotta get over it, talk to her Rae. We all used to be super close. Well, you two used to be close." He corrected.
I hummed. The bell went off and I pulled my schedule out of my back pocket. Day 2 at McKinley and I had all these new classes, it's gonna take me ages to figure this shit out.
I navigated my way towards Spanish and rolled my eyes at the white teacher who was standing in the front. That's a first.
I plopped down next to that other blonde cheerio that Lucy knows. I smiled politely at her and she returned it fully.
"You're Quinn's new friend. I remember you, San wasn't too happy that she was overruled. You're untouchable now, which means that Q must really like you. How'd you know her?"
"We grew up together. My name's Rae." I offered with a smirk.
"I'm Brittany S Pierce. Not like Britney Spears. I feel like I'm more talented than her." The blonde stated off handedly.
I raised my eyebrows and smiled, a chuckle almost escaping. "I don't know Brittany, Britney is my idol."
She shrugged. "Well, then I'm your new idol. I'm better I can prove it."
"Oh yeah?"
She nodded slowly. "You're hot. I see why Q's acting weird now."
"She talks about me?" What? I was interested.
She bobs her head enthusiastically. "A lot. I think Santana hates you, but I can get her to change her mind. She's usually really nice after sweet lady kisses."
"I have to give her kisses?" She's not my type.
"No silly, me!" She shook her head and looked at me as if I was a small child who asked a cute question.
"Well, you do that." I was suddenly uninterested in conversation with her and looked towards the front, my eyes scanning everyone in the classroom.
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School can fucking blow me for all I care.
There's nothing worse than ignorance. And it's even worse when it's being taught to the students as if it's truth.
At least in juvi they didn't sugar coat a damn thing. Fuck this history class, fuck the Spanish class I had earlier, fuck the lunch I have to eat after this, fuck my art class, fuck Lucy walking around in that ridiculously short skirt, and fuck her cronies following her around with their equally short skirts, and there's just so much damn leg showing and I'm dying.
I'm fucking dying.
"The look on your face is strange." Sam said from beside me.
Sam was also new this year, we figured we'd stick together because of it. I wasn't too big of a fan but Noah got along with him so might as well.
"You're telling me all these cheerleaders don't do something to you?" I asked, looking at him sideways.
His eyebrows rose up, almost touching his hairline before the deepest blush sported his face. I snorted in response while shaking my head. Kid was a virgin, I could tell. Either that or, you know, he's gay.
I let the question go and went back to staring at Lucy from my spot in the back of the room.
She didn't talk much in class, writing notes, paying attention to every word the teacher was speaking.
She's always been a smart kid, I remember her father making sure her grades were always up to his standards.
When the bell rang she stood up and my mind was on autopilot as I stood up just as quickly, my feet carrying me towards the ex-brunette.
"Yo Lucy" I called out.
I was surprised though.
She snapped her attention towards me, her eyes narrowing as if I just called her a whore or something.
I'm sure I looked perplexed, the hell did I do?
She took a couple of steps towards me. "Don't call me that. My name is Quinn here, understand?"
She's must be on her period. "Why are you reprimanding me?"
She huffed and rolled her eyes. "Why are you talking to me? Didn't seem like you were up for it yesterday."
Her hands slipped onto her hips.
"Ok Quinn, I'm ready to talk now alright. Because honestly, I've been kind of thinking about you all day. But you do understand why I'd be upset though right? And how all of this is weird as hell?"
She nodded slightly, glancing around us as people passed through the hallway that we stood in the middle of.
"I do. Which is why we should talk. Can we do that, you have lunch now right?"
I nodded.
"Follow me."
She turned around sharply, almost slapping me in the face with her ponytail.
I rolled my eyes. "You're not the boss of me Lucy."
I still followed her though.
A/N: Please review guys. And sorry for the cliffhanger but how else are you supposed to end these things. I hope I'm keeping your interest, but yeah, please review!