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The Golden Being
chapter 4: the golden move
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TWO MONTHS LATER
The phones beeping everywhere as a message enters it. Usually this is a normal sight, considering teenagers today spend most of their times either with the internet, porn or texting 'important' messages among one another. But then again, it's a completely different story when everyone receives the same text message at the same time.
Nellie's talking with Blaine at his locker when his phone beeps, cutting their conversation short as it alerts both of them. Just then, Nellie gazes around, hearing more familiar beeps and musics as everyone else's phone rings with text messages too. "That's weird," she mutters, turning back to Blaine, who's scrolling down his phone on the moment, "What's u—"
As if on cue, her phone vibrates and beeps too.
She quickly pulls it out of her back pocket, flicking her phone and pressing her thumb against the screen to the recent message she receives.
WHAT.
THE.
FU—
She's not finishing the sentence, but you must get the point.
DANGER ALERT: JESSE ST. JAMES' SISTER GOES TO MCKINLEY HIGH! That's right, you've read it correctly! Apparently, the rich hot-shot Jesse St. James, famous leader of his personal group, The Golden Boys have a secret sister lurking around in the hallways that is McKinley High. Unfortunately though, her identity is a secret due to personal reasons. So you better watch out! You never know the next door locker's owner might be the Andromeda Group's heiress!
The murmurs and gasps fly around the hallway she's standing in, and she could practically feel herself shrinking on spot. She lifts her chin up and watches most of students are looking at each other on the moment, as if they could recognize the sister if they'll look closely.
"This is a piece of crap!"
"I can't believe it! We have the Golden's sister in our school!"
"Could this be true?"
"I don't know who to trust anymore."
"Who's Jesse St. James?"
"Dammit! I can't trace who it's really from!"
"It could be anyone, really."
"Do you think it's Cassandra Miller? She kinda have those Jesse's eyes."
"I would simply die if it's Anne Pepper- she's like, very disgusting"
"Does this mean we can get money if we figure out who she really is?"
"Is this a sick joke?"
Nellie gazes her eyes back at Blaine, who's watching her curiously, "Hey, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost. Is it because of the text? Why? Is it true? Do you know who the sister is?" at this point, Blaine looks interested, leaning in and letting out hush whispers.
Nellie blinks, regaining her thoughts and stutter out, "Uh- no. No. I don't. I just, I'm not a big fan of the Goldens, is all."
"Huh," Blaine snorts, looking over his locker, "Well that's a first. Are you sure?"
"I just— I mean," she swallows, trying to act normal towards all of these. Who could've known? "Yeah, well— Don't, uh, don't you like them?"
Blaine shrugs his shoulders, grabbing a few books out of the locker and dropping it into his bag, "I acknowledge them, yes, and I guess I know why some would go fanatic over them- they're practically celebrities, right? But, I'm not a big fan— if I'm a fan, at all. But, they're okay I guess."
"Yeah," Nellie nods her head slowly, casting her eyes down.
Then, she hears footsteps of boots walking down the hallways. Boots that sounds a little bit tad too familiar. She frowns and furrow her brows- and suddenly, she can tune everything else down, only focusing on the footsteps. Gasps and murmurs once again fly around, as the familiar figure comes into view, shocking everybody.
"Oh my God."
"I must be dreaming, I must be dreaming!"
"Somebody pinch me."
"Is that—"
"The Golden Boys," Nellie confirms under her breath, her eyes observing her brother's face and the rest of the Goldens, following him behind like a perfect pack. He stops, and he doesn't need to signal the other Goldens to stop- they sorta know, and stop too. Nellie's jaw drops, so are the others, as she stares back at Jesse St. James' straight face, gazing around in his 'critical, judgmental' eyes, as if everyone's standing on the hallways has done him wrong.
The other Goldens stands with chin held just as high as the leader St. James. Cameron, having the gift of a blurry eye set that makes you question whether is he really looking at you, takes the opportunity and stare back at her, if only for a moment. Michael cocks his head to one side, standing next to Max who doesn't look any less smug and claiming their title of 'dynamic heart-breakers'.
She could feel Blaine's warmth radiating from her side and his breath hitting her skin when he whispers, almost out of fear, "Do you think they heard us? We haven't nothing wrong, uh, right?"
"No, we certainly didn't...," she doesn't even have to glance back, the shock still refuse to leave her body.
Suddenly, Jesse holds his hands up- and the atmosphere falls into an eerily type of silence. It is so silence, you could hear a pin drop. Nobody dares to squeak a word- nobody ever does. "Well, that was easy," he smirks, and lets his hand falls down and gesture it towards Cameron- who drops the latest Andromeda phone into his hands, "I believe all of you have gotten this message saying I have a sister." He extends his phone and gesture it to everyone quickly before handing it back to Cameron, who smoothly hides it from everyone's eyesight.
What is he doing? The curiosity claws on her skin as she bites her lips.
"That is correct, everyone. I do have a sister walking amongst you- but sadly, she won't let us reveal her true identity, and as a brother, I respect her choices, so are my friends, who respect her decision the same." The Goldens behind nods their heads, agreeing. "But, even without the identity known, she is still very well my biological sister. Therefore, if you hurt her, I am not hesitate to cut you. So be careful dear civilians, my sister could be anyone. And if you just find yourself picking at the wrong girl, you're going to find yourself in the North Pole with the only warmth you have is Santa's belly and his warm cookies. Is that clear?"
Under their power- of which they certainly knows how to take advantage of- most of them nod their heads. Well, if there's anything Nellie have always known about The Goldens are; you don't cross them, ever. If you do, they'll be consequences. And if you don't have her, they'll be no mercy, at all. The Goldens have gone through unnecessary length to just make a person suffer before, they will not think twice about doing it again. Nellie knows they would.
Even she swallows in fear, herself.
"Good," Jesse mutters once, smirking to seal the deal. With that, they starts to move again, eyes forward and everyone - and she means every person - parts to make way for them. They walk so high with power, you can even taste it on the tip of your tongue. They walk pass her like she's just another part of high school society; and she lets out a breath of relief. She almost wants to cry out her goodbye when she watches them leave the school building, but decides against it.
They were doing it for her.
They came and gave everyone a warning, even though now things are more risky than ever. Maybe this would make the bullying lessen, if not stop completely. Nellie has to admit she has start to get frustrated with all of these bullying, especially from Jane. The almost-rape thing remain a secret between her, Blaine, Blake Jenkins and the police- yes, Blaine had insisted for her to report it, and she only did it to shut him up; she wasn't sure it was Jane's doing, but she had her suspicions.
But despite that, the bullying has increased- let's just say, Jane has many followers that makes it an obligation to please her. And maybe because of that, New Directions have been having a hard time getting new members. Nellie almost quit (a part of it because she's just feel disgusted with the whole rape thing) but the group (mainly Blaine) managed to convince her to stay- and the guitarist, the drummer, the bass player step out to fill in for the lack of members during Sectionals, to which they've won gloriously.
Nellie sighs. Maybe The Goldens have cut her some slack.
Maybe.
A LITTLE BIT EARLIER...
"I don't understand this," Jesse watches the photos being displayed across his black office table, but his eyes particularly focus on the single picture on his hands; there's Nellie in it, but she's on the floor, both hands planted on the ground and her books stumbled out of her bag, across the floor. And looking down at her, is a few cheerleaders, laughing. His eyes sharpens with such anger that he's trying his best to contain.
Cameron comes swiftly behind and takes a look at the picture. Michael and Max however stands by the sides, but their faces pale as their eyes scan the many pictures on the table. Well, Michael's face's is pale anyways- Max, there's visible lines of his veins sticking up from his neck. He looks almost disgusted and sick.
It's Michael's who trembles out, "She's being bullied?"
He's looking at the personal investigator Jesse had hired for a little while now. The investigator stands before the Golden Boys, his dark hair combs to one side and his thin mustache covers up the slight sweats from under the boys' stares. He flicks his green eyes at Michael, nodding, "For quite a while now, I'm afraid."
Jesse drops the picture harshly on the table, his nose flaring. "And she doesn't say anything?"
Cameron takes the picture, his heart breaking on the inside, but as usual, his cool expression doesn't let the real feeling pass. But The Golden Boys know better. The atmosphere stilts, thicken and sadden. It chocks on each and one of them. "She probably doesn't want to worry you- knowing what you'll do," Cameron gives his conclusion; he's like that, seeing what's underneath the underneath rather than Jesse, who acts before he thinks. "But I have to admit, this is... She isn't supposed to be treated this way."
"She's one of us," Max glares, eyeing the pictures with his dark eyes. "Of course she doesn't. Nobody does."
"I don't get this! She was happy when she's at the performance for the show-choir thingy!" Michael blurts out.
"She was," Cameron says, clip and simple. "That's because she's surrounded by friends. The glee club is her friends, I assume?"
The investigator, Mr Walsh, nods his head. "She appears to be a friend of them, and they treated her well. She is particularly close to a man named Blaine Anderson. But besides that, all of the glee clubbers are being bullied the same. It's just—"
Max shot Mr Walsh a look, "It's just what?"
"It's just that among the group, she's being bullied the worst."
Cameron nods his head, "Do you recognize the bullies?"
"Most of them are cheerleaders, or as they call it at McKinley High, 'cheerios' and there's a small amount of football players involve, yes."
Jesse, however, remain quiet, as if still trying to sink it all in. He sits against the leather seat, his eyes concentrates on the photos, a bunch of them; there's one where there are a photo of Nellie crying -crying, for fuck's sakes- and an overused-of-gel-haired man and a Angelina-Jolie-lips blond guy comforting over her. There's also a photo of her cringing as she watches all of her books, lying on the ground- because the cheerios pushed her and made her dropped her book on the ground. And then, there's a photo of her, pinned up against the locker, surrounded by cheerios, all of those girls laughing- taunting her. There's too many too sink in, honestly.
He just can't believe it's his baby sister.
"Do they call her names?" Cameron continue to ask calmly.
Jesse flicks her eyes at that, and Mr Walsh slightly jumps at the action. "Uh, y-yes."
Only then, Jesse opens his mouth, "List them."
"I'm sorry, what?" Mr Walsh looks fidgety now.
"You heard the man!" Max barks. Michael comes to put a hand on his shoulders and he looks away, but doesn't apologize.
"I don't think it's a great idea for me t-to do that—"
"Please Mr Walsh," Cameron urges him, his voice is still cool. "This is very important for us to know."
"Well...," Mr Walsh doesn't look happy when he begins, "For starters, bitch is a pretty common name she's being called as."
"Anything else?" Michael chocks out, his hand is still on Max's shoulder.
Mr Walsh pushes his glasses to his eyes, "Whore, slut, Tripper for 'dropping her books all the time', Dwarf 'for her small size', Man Voice..."
"And...?" Jesse's voice sounds impatient.
"Gay-Slut is, unfortunately, another common name for her," Mr Walsh ends, the horrid clear evident in his voice.
Jesse's knuckles turns white as it wraps around the arm-rest of his leather seat, but soon relaxes. And as calm as he could, he says through his gritted teeth, "Get out." Mr Walsh looks bewildered, asides from frighten by the sudden change of demeanor in the young St. James, and almost opens his mouth to say something when Jesse cuts him off again, his eyes, now as dark as a predator stares back at Mr Walsh's green ones, "Please get out of here, Mr Walsh. You may take your check over at Cedric."
Mr Walsh still looks hesitate.
"Out. Now." He demands, and just like he expects, Mr Walsh walks out without looking back.
Once the door is close shut, Jesse stands up, raise his hands in the air before flying it across the edge of the table, where the beautiful vase sits- but now broken and splatters across the floor, a dim image of how Nellie's books looked like in the pictures he had witnessed. His chest heaves with tension, anger, hatred and injustice. Max looks frustrated, watching the water soaking up the carpet which is a thousand worth of money, and feeling his knuckles throb to punch something. Michael's tighten his grip on his shoulders, although he knows it's not enough.
Cameron stands, watching it all unfolds.
And this is all because of one girl.
His pale blue eyes which are behind the glass flutters at one of the photos; one that has her face up-close, and you could see the redness over her eyes as she's trying to keep her tears. Nellie. Their little sister, by blood or not- family doesn't necessarily counts with just blood. He knows that. Because without The Golden Boys, they wouldn't have anybody to hold on to in this cruel world they live in- Cameron needs each and one of them, and they share just the same feeling towards him.
Being rich isn't so easy as everybody expects it to be.
Money doesn't always bring the satisfaction everybody would love to have.
And Nellie is just another victim of that. She doesn't have any friends, not like how Jesse has The Golden Boys behind his back. She's always a shadow of her siblings- Kristin St. James shines because of her wide smiles and the inspirational speeches she gives, along with her wonderful ideas to make the world a better place. Jesse is born famous, naturally talented in looking flawless- he has medias showering over him. Nellie? She doesn't have any of that. Cameron understands that.
She has them, sure. But he knows it wasn't enough for her.
She had wanted real friends, raw experience, to be seen as her own self, not what her title imprints her to be. And she has that now, Cameron can see it. The Golden Boys can see it- when she's on stage during sectionals, even though she's just a background, there's that smile on her face that makes everyone proud. But he hasn't expect that same fortunate sight will be joined by this negative sight of Nellie, getting bullied.
"That's it," Jesse says. "Michael."
The charming brainiac quickly snaps his head towards the leader.
"Can you send a message to everyone that goes to McKinley High without getting traced back?"
"I-I think I can," Michael's face changes into a serious expression. "Yeah. I can."
"Tell everyone I have a sister but don't blow up Nellie's cover. Tell it like... some kind of gossip column or something. Send it to everyone!" Jesse orders, standing up and walking to grab his coat.
"Even Nellie?"
"Yeah, even her." Jesse nods his head firmly.
"Where are we going?" Max asks, alert by the sudden change of action.
"We are going to McKinley High."
"Why?" Cameron asks.
Jesse doesn't smirk when he says it, "To send our warnings."
Things have gone steady for a while. Everyone's checking their backs for the girl that might be Jesse's sister- the cheerios go around and question every girl, even Nellie. But they got fed up soon enough and left her be. Blaine was there by her side, assuring her that the cheerios won't hurt her. But she knows that would only last for so long.
Like she expects, the cheerios got bored with guessing who's the sister and they starts to bully people back- not as harsh as it used to, but bully is bully the same.
Jane's looking at her now- and she can't believe there are no other tables for the Glee clubbers to sit beside the one next to the football players and the cheerios. Among them sits Jane Porter, who's still looking at her with vicious eyes and sinful lips that gives an illusion of innocence- and Blake Jenkins, who watches her with the corner of his eyes and a silent promise dances behind his sealed lips ("I won't let it").
It eats her up.
Sam gives her another one of his adorable smiles and takes her hand, and she smiles back as the warmth radiates to her skin. Blaine sits straighter on her other side, acts as an invisible shield and protector- almost as if it's the role he's born to play. She bites on her apple and tries to ignore as another french fries comes flying and hits her from behind the head. Once the french fries fell, she hears how the populars table erupt in laughter and giggles, follow by mutters of 'losers' and 'gay-slut'.
"Just because you cut your hair short, doesn't mean you're a lesbian. And you are definitely not a slut"
She still hears Blaine's voice and looks up, only to find those soft brown orbs which belongs to a certain Anderson are already looking at her. She reluctantly smiles back, as to assure him she's really fine- and she doesn't care about the fries. She does, but she's not going to tell him.
"I mean, honestly?" Blaine mutters darkly, stabbing his salads as if the salads have ruined his bowtie or something. "After Jesse st. James, I thought they would stop bullying for a while, but I think it just makes them itch when they're not insulting someone. I mean, Nellie could be Jesse's sister for all that we know, right?"
She swallows at this, and shakes her head slowly, "I don't- I don't wanna talk about this, guys."
The Glee club table goes silent, knowing that that's her tone to drop this conversation- and they know better than to disrespect it.
"So, what do you think of the assignment for Glee?" Artie asks, just to create conversation.
Blaine's the first one to eagerly answers that, "Well, first, I have certainly find it interesting. And I already have a few songs—"
Another fries comes to hit the back of her head.
She grits her teeth, and sees the way Blaine stutters. "—on m-my mind..."
She notices the eyes everyone's giving her, and throws them a strained smile. "I'm fine."
Another fries.
They snickers.
"Nellie—" Joe tries, but she stops him with the swing of her fork.
"Don't," she says once, her eyes fill with tears.
And it's all because of jealousy.
"I'm—," Sam blinks, his voice saddens but he clearly tries to change that. "I'm thinking of a song too! For Glee... Yeah..."
"I don't like this," Brittany whimpers. "I don't like seeing Half-Asian sad."
Nellie kinda smiles at that, and continues to bite down on her apple. "I really am okay, Brittany."
"You look like Belle when she has to give herself up for the beast to save her father. You look unwilling."
She's surprised the blond even knows the word, and even uses it correctly. "No," she assures her, "I'm very fine, Bri—"
Another fries.
Blaine locks his jaw, but knows he wouldn't do anything if Nellie doesn't ask him too. Sam also looks tense, so does the rest of the glee kids at the table.
Another fries.
Another one.
And another one.
And then, she has had it. She's about to spin around- and everything seems to move in slow motion. She sees that Blaine also has had it and turns around, his eyes murdering them mentally and his lips are just inches apart to scream at those football players who keep throwing fries at her head. She also manage to see Blake Jenkins, eyes burning holes through the football players' head and his face is now bloodshot-red. But then, this happen-
Jesse St. James clear his throat.
Like always, everybody goes silent.
She doesn't even blink.
"You, I would appreciate it if you don't throw those french fries to this girl anymore 'cause i could list you literally three hundred or more children that would've been thankful to just gotten a small bite of that." He pointedly turns to the football players, who just gapes in return. Knowing he wouldn't need a respond, Jesse turns his attention to her, "And you- maybe you should consider changing your wardrobe a little bit because maybe that's the a reason this... gentleman keeps bothering you."
She also gapes up at him.
Jesse's face doesn't even break.
She'd always knew he's a good actor.
The cheerios giggles at his last comment, and proceeds to stand up and walk up to him.
Tina stutters out in disbelief, "W-what are you doing here?"
"Haven't you heard? The Golden Boys are attending McJing—"
"McKinley" Cameron corrects him.
"—McKinley High starting from now," he offers the Asian girl a smirk, but then it vanishes when Aylin, Jane and a few cheerios begin to rubs their hands over his chest and invading his personal space. Nellie wants to laugh- she doesn't, as she watches the way the other Goldens cringe their nose in disgust.
Jesse shakes his shoulder and his brows furrow in a dangerous expression, "Get. Your. Filthy. Hands. Off. Of. Me."
The cheerios immediately takes a step back, shock at his deep voice.
He lets out a shudder when they do and rubs his coat, hissing "Touch me again, and that will be the last time you'll ever feel your hands."
Jesse shakes his head and casts his eyes sideways, only to meet with Blake Jenkins. He stops straightening his coat, and tilts his head to one side, a professional smirk comes over to grace his beautiful, handsome face, "You're the Jenkin's son, aren't you?"
Blake Jenkins simply nods his head.
They hold contact, until Jesse breaks it. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you."
And walks away.
Nellie spent her lunch undisturbed and completely confused while everybody still awes at the fact The Golden Boys are there among them. But one thing was clear; all hell are going to break loose— very soon.
It's a little fast, I know. Next chapter; expects the Golden Boys, more Glee, and just a nice touch of Blellie.
nellieblake- thanks so much for the review and the appreciation. I know, I love the Golden Boys too. Ah, and your story is worth mentioning, love. It was a pleasure reading through it.
wires and waves- My grammars improving? Yeah! That's great to read. Yeah. I know- it just so happen that Nellie interacted with Blaine the most. lol. And the rape scene had been horrible for me to write, I don't wish it to happen to anyone really. You're right, it was just a good thing Blake intervened. Oh and trust me, there's another story to the rape and Jane. I just hope you're around to find out!
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