PUCK'S POV
"Wait what practice?" I asked confused as I walked with Rachel down the hallway to math. I know what you're thinking. Since when does the resident badass/stud go to math? Easy. Since Rachel Berry got hotter.
"Um, glee of course!" She rushed and avoided the subject.
"Bullshit. I'm in glee too, and I know that we only have a open stage today and nothing tomorrow." I cocked an eyebrow. "So where are you running off to Berry?"
"Doesn't matter," she said nonchalantly.
Ah, do I smell a challenge? I smirked. Puckzilla always loves a challenge.
"Right. Let's make a deal B." I stated, smirking at her.
"What deal?"
"You taking it or not?"
"Alright," she said exasperatedly. "What's the deal?"
"So today's open stage. You have to sing a song by an artist on today's pop radio."
"Pop? I don't listen to pop!"
"Oh well, you made the deal. You also can't ask anyone or listen to the radio."
She glared. "And if I don't?"
"You have to tell me where you're going."
She looked like she was considering telling me, than, for a minute, she looked horrified. "Absolutely not! I'd rather sing a song and fail than tell you."
"Oh, I forgot, part of the deal is, if you don't sing a song that's on the radio now, you have to tell me,"
An emotion passed across her face, relief almost, but it was gone the next second so I couldn't tell.
"Fine. See you in glee." She started walking into the room and was confused when I followed her. "What are you doing?"
"Going to class?"
"You never come to math, I thought it was your designated, 'fuck random chick in the janitors closet' period."
Her comment took me by surprise. I faked hurt. It did sting a little that people still thought of me like that. I mean, I've changed since⦠okay, point taken.
"Ouch, that hurt." I half-expected her to get all concerned and ask if I was okay. She didn't.
"If that hurt, than grow a pair and stay on my good side."
I blinked and had my jaw on the ground for a couple minutes. Then I smirked. An honest to God Puck smirk. The one that had girls headed my way, dropping their panties in a pile. When she saw it and I winked, she didn't do anything. Nothing! No blush, no soft smile, nothing. She just rolled her eyes and slid into her seat.
RACHEL'S POV
When Noah smirked at me I rolled my eyes. If he wants to tap this piece of hotness, he's gonna have to try harder than a smirk.
I can't have Noah, or anyone finding out what I do after glee! I'd be an outcast right afterwards, and I'm not giving up being the HBIC(Head Bitch In Charge.)
The truth is, me and my friends are on a cheerleading team called Spirit, and the Cheerios are our biggest rival. I've always been second in command, and that's how I've kept it hidden, but now that I'm captain, the Cheerios will know at Sectionals on Monday.
I bet you're wondering how I can be on a competing squad and not go to their school. Well, Spirit doesn't belong to a school, it belongs to an exclusive academy. The International Dance Academy to be specific. (Not a real place!) The Cheerios always win nationals, but the top two teams go to international. We always win international.
The IDA includes every type of dance, gymnastics, cheer(obviously), and every year we have a guest appearance on So You Think You Can Dance. I've been enrolled since I was 6, and I was immediately on every dance/gymnastics/cheer team for my age. Since then I've been making my way up, and I'm basically famous in the halls.
If anyone found out, I shudder just thinking about it.
"Everything okay B?" I glance over at Noah and see him staring at me with a concerned expression on his face.
"Just fine Noah," I said as I glanced at the clock and realized I'd spent half the class thinking.
"Why do you call me Noah anyway? Everyone else calls me Puck, which is much more badass than Noah."
I held in a laugh, because it really wasn't. As part of an acting class I'd taken, we were reading 'A Midsummer's Night Dream' by Shakespeare. After I read that the fairy was named Puck, I'd never be able to call him that without picturing him with little fairy wings.
"Um, I knew you before you went all Puck?" I said, but it came out as a question. I almost lost it when I said his nickname.
"Bullshit B, that wasn't an answer, it was a question."
"Um, I like the name Noah better." I said, confidently this time, even though I was this close to laughing.
"Yeah right." He rolled his eyes. I shook my head and smiled.
I opened my notebook and start moving my pencil. See, my pink notebook that everyone thinks is filled with notes from the lesson, it's not a notebook. It's a spiral drawing pad. I sketch out designs during school, and fill them in at home. At the moment I was drawing me on Ari's birthday in 8th grade. (Link on Profile)
"What's that?" Noah asked, looking over my shoulder.
I slammed it shut before he had the chance to see. "Nothing!" I stated nervously.
"I doubt that," he said grabbing the drawing pad with both hands and sliding it out from under mine. Did I mention I put a lock on it that activated when it shut? No? Well I did. I have to trace a pattern on the cover that opens it. My dads work for a major technology company, so I got it as a present last time they were home. Which was last year.
He tried to open it. It wouldn't budge. "What the fuck?"
He tried to pry it open with all his strength. I giggled. "How the fuck did you do that?"
"My dads work for a major technology company. They brought me that, which every time it shuts it automatically locks. I have to trace a certain pattern on the cover for it to open." I said as I smirked and ripped it from his hands.
He looked surprised and was about to ask me something when the bell rang. Next was Biology. Ugh!
"See you Noah!" I called over my shoulder as I walked out of the room.
*At Glee*
I'm really lucky that all Ari listens to is pop. I wasn't lying. I don't listen to pop, but my best friend does, so I have to hear a few songs. One that I loved is Rock God by Selena Gomez, so here we go. I slipped into my outfit (Link on Profile) and let Mr. Schue know I'm doing a surprise performance and to be ready.
"Alright gleeks," I say to myself while putting on the finishing touches to my makeup in the bathroom mirror. "Be ready for a performance that will Blow. Your. Minds."
