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Chapter Fifteen
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"Oh, Kent?" Mouse called, walking over to him.
The corridors were full of people, but it was obvious from his tense shoulders that he'd heard her, so Kent couldn't run off now.
"What the fuck do you want?" he said, glaring down at her.
"I was wondering if I could borrow your phone for a moment?" she asked, widening her eyes slightly. "My phone battery died this morning and I need to call my brother."
"Yeah fucking right," he muttered, pushing past her.
Mouse pocketed the phone she'd just filched from Kent and continued along the corridor.
"Morning Kurt," Mouse said with a bright smile.
"Stop looking so cheerful," Kurt said with a glare.
He'd been tossing and turning all night, barely getting two hours of sleep. His father had stayed up well into the early morning hours, and his worry for his son was in turn making Kurt worry even more for his father. It was an endless exhausting cycle.
"What's the number for your father's shop?" Mouse asked, ignoring his glare.
Kurt frowned, but rattled off the number quickly. Mouse hummed softly as she entered the dialled calls on Kent's phone.
"So who wants to know who's a homophobic prick?" she asked a minute later.
"Who's phone is that, Mouse?" Kurt asked, realising that it wasn't her usual phone.
"Kent's. He dropped it right out of his pocket and into my hands when he so rudely bumped into me in the corridor. It'll end up in lost property, don't worry," Mouse added.
"You stole his phone?" Kurt hissed.
"No, I asked to borrow it very politely. He just gave me the wrong answer," she replied absent-mindedly, working to open the phone case carefully.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing that he doesn't deserve. The less you know, the better," Mouse said, patting his head with a patronising grin.
He loathed her tone and grin, but figured she was probably right, and kept quiet.
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"Hey, Miss. I've lost my phone, you got it?" Kent asked the receptionist.
"Model?" she asked, opening a drawer beside her.
"No, footballer."
"What's the model of your phone?" she repeated, rolling her eyes.
"A black one. Look, it's that one right there," Kent said, seeing it inside the drawer. "It'll have a picture of Megan Fox on the back," he added.
Turning the phone over, the receptionist hid a grimace at the cut-out of the naked actress. Handing it back to him, she got Kent to sign a piece of paper stating he'd received his phone and dismissed him from the office.
Kent was too pleased about getting his phone back to truly care about the receptionist, and hurried to turn his phone on. There were some sexts he was expecting from quite a few of the girls on the cheerleading team.
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"What the fuck did you do to my phone?" Kent snarled, pushing Mouse up against the lockers.
"Get off me," she said, glaring as she shoved her shoulders against his hands.
"What. Did. You. Do. To. My. Phone?" Kent growled, his words emphasised with every shove he gave her.
The lockers were shiny, offering a reflection of what was behind Kent easily. He kept an eye out for Puck - the boy had an annoying habit of turning up when he was least wanted.
"Nothing. You didn't let me borrow your phone, remember? How could I have done anything?" Mouse asked, trying for innocence.
"Like that'd stop you, you little rat," he leered, glaring. "What the fuck did you do?"
His eyes flicked to the lockers and a slight grin appeared on his face. Mouse didn't see his smile, and was too small to see past the larger boy's body.
"I said I didn't do - " Mouse began.
Her reply was cut off as Kent kissed her.
Mouse tried to scream, but his mouth covered hers completely and the noise was lost. Shoving against him, she tried to get away from him. Finally wriggling her legs free, Mouse brought her knee up hard. Kent dropped to the floor, his mouth open in a perfect O. Feeling sick, Mouse looked away from Kent.
Puck was leaving the corridor. By his tense walk, it was obvious that he hadn't seen Mouse knee Kent.
Leaning down to Kent, Mouse glared. "Leave Kurt alone, or I'll make your life a living Hell, understood?"
Kent nodded, his eyes watering. He didn't seem overly remorseful, and Mouse didn't really believe him, but it would have to do for now.
Contemplating kicking him in the stomach, Mouse turned and left as her own stomach turned. The nausea was too much and she threw up upon reaching the girl's bathroom.
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Quinn watched as Puck walked outside. Mouse was no where to be seen - in fact, she hadn't seen her since lunch. But at the moment, that didn't matter to Quinn. What mattered was the baby inside of her, and the father of the baby. Now that Mr. Schue and his wife weren't together anymore, there was no one to take the baby from her. There was no one to raise the baby, so she would have to do it.
She wanted the baby to have a father figure. Finn was out of the question; he wouldn't take her back, and Rachel was more than willing to do what she hadn't. That really only left Puck.
Mrs. Schue's sister had called about a babysitting job for her three little brats so she could spend time with her sister. Quinn had all but jumped at the thought of getting some money - something - to pay the doctors.
"Hey, Puck. Are you doing anything this Friday afternoon?" Quinn asked sweetly, smiling at him.
"Why?" he asked shortly, his temper bubbling under the surface.
"I have a babysitting job and I wanted to know if you'd like to help," she asked, still smiling.
Puck looked at Quinn for a moment. All he could see was Kent kissing Mouse. Neither one had turned up to class after lunch, so there was very little imagination needed to figure out what they were doing... His fists clenched and he nodded.
"Yeah, I'll help," he replied.
Quinn smiled brightly and her hand lingered on his arm as she left him in front of the school.
Puck sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes.
"Pucky?" Candy said behind him, tugging on Puck's shirt.
"Candy? What's wrong?" he asked, seeing that the younger boy was alone and tears were in his big eyes.
"Where's Mousie?" Candy asked, the tears spilling over as he began to cry.
Fuck.
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"Care to explain why you were passed out in the girl's bathroom surrounded by vomit, Jane?"
Mouse was sitting across from Sue Sylvester, wishing she was anywhere else. Her hair stank of vomit, and she still felt ill.
"Not really, no," Mouse said.
"It wasn't a request."
Mouse stayed silent, trying to make herself burrow her way in to the back of her mind where she wouldn't have to relive it.
"If you don't tell me, I will be calling your mother. It will be painful for me, but I will do it, Jane. Now what the hell happened?" Sue asked for a final time.
"Call her then," Mouse said.
The room began to swim in front of her as feelings of revulsion and hate rolled in her stomach. She not only felt disgusted, but she felt used. Cheap, used, and so very dirty. She just wanted to go home, no matter if her mother had to pick her up or not.
"If you have to be sick, leave my office. I don't want you throwing up on my new leather seats," Sue said sternly, moving to open the door.
"Can I go to class now?" Mouse asked, sighing.
"Not until you tell me what happened. Did William say something again?"
"No. It wasn't anything he did. It ... It was Kent," Mouse muttered, seeing that she wasn't going to get out of this.
"Kent? The jock?"
Mouse nodded. "He'd shoved me against the lockers and was accusing me of wrecking his phone. Then he kissed me and wouldn't get off. His hands gripped me and I couldn't get out. I couldn't scream. I couldn't move. He wouldn't get off of me. He just kept covering my mouth with his and I couldn't get him to stop."
Mouse went silent, her body rocking back and forth as she tried to get the sick feeling to go away.
Sue closed her door and walked over. "Jane, did he rape you?"
Mouse shook her head briefly. "No, I kneed him in the groin before he could go any further. Puck was walking away, he thought I was kissing Kent..."
Mouse pushed past Sue and threw up outside of her office.
"Please, can I go home now?" Mouse asked, her body shaking as she stayed on the floor.
Sue didn't reply. She helped Mouse stand up gently and led her out to the teacher's carpark to where her car was.
The drive took less than ten minutes, but it took more than that to get Mouse inside the house. She'd left her bag in her locker at school, but the spare house key was hidden under the pot plant on the window sill. Sarah was no where to be seen, but both Mouse and Sue thought that a blessing.
"Get yourself washed up and sleep it off. I'll cover for you with the school, just don't ring them and tell them I brought you home without permission. This is a one time deal, okay?"
Mouse nodded. "Thank you."
"Don't say that like you mean it, Jane. I'm not doing this for you," Sue said, obviously lying. "Get some rest."
Locking the door after Sue had left, Mouse decided to do just that. Going into her mother's bathroom, Mouse took a sleeping pill and swallowed it, grimacing at the powdery taste. She went to bed and fell asleep in seconds.
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Mouse woke up a few hours later to the doorbell ringing loudly and constantly. Her head thumping, she staggered downstairs to open the door.
Puck and Candy were standing there, anger on Puck's face and tears on Candy's.
"What's wrong?" Mouse asked, her befuddled mind not comprehending why they were standing there.
"Candy, can you go to the kitchen and get me some water, please?" Puck asked. His voice and smiled were strained.
Candy rubbed his eyes and let go of Puck's hand to go to the kitchen.
"Whatever the fuck is going on between you and Kent is your own business, but when you leave Candy at school to be with that asshole, you're crossing the line," Puck said.
"What? I didn't. He ... " Mouse's words were coming out slowly, the sleeping pill still working through her system. She couldn't form words or sentences properly. Her lips were cracked and dry, making talking that much harder. "He forced... He kissed me. Not me and him."
There were four Puck's standing at her door now and she tried to reach for one of them to make him understand. It didn't work and she held the door frame to steady herself. Candy came back with the glass of water for Puck, holding it very carefully in his hands.
"Thanks, Candy. Feeling better now?" Puck asked, glaring at Mouse briefly.
Candy nodded, taking Mouse's hand now.
"Tired?" Mouse asked him, and Candy nodded. "Same. Sleep's good. Night," she said to Puck, taking the empty glass.
She tried not to sway on her feet and held Candy's hand a bit tighter. He yawned and tugged on her hand. Placing the glass on the stand by the door, Mouse shut the door when all of the Puck's stayed silent, and went back upstairs to sleep.
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(End of the fifteenth chapter. Thank you for reading.)