I am Nobody
By: HeadoverJonas4Life
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character of the TV show Glee, although I wish that I did. I only own Lexa!
Thanks to everyone who is reading and reviewing my story, I appreciate it.
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Chapter 3: Secrets Part 2
Secrets… People keep them. Sometimes it is to protect someone, and other times, it's to protect themselves. No matter what the reasons are, people keep secrets. I am just like everyone else. I may be an outsider, a nobody, but I have secrets too. And I wasn't about to start sharing with everyone.
It was 3:00, almost time for Glee. I still couldn't believe that Mr. Shuester had been in the auditorium, and listened to us sing. Not to mention the fact that he had asked me to join Glee, and I felt obligated to do so. I was extremely nervous. I had basically already had my audition, but I wasn't sure how the kids in the group were going to take a new recruit.
With my hands sweating, I made my way to the Glee room. I grabbed the door knob, and took two steps into the room, before Mr. Shue met me, and turned me to face the class. I averted my eyes from them. There were a few football players, and some cheerleaders, and then there were people like me, nobody's. I felt everyone's eyes on me, and my face reddened a little. I adjusted my glasses, and shifted my weight from one foot to the other. The room was so quiet; you could hear a pin drop on the floor.
"Guys, I'd like you to meet, Alexa Roberts. She is our newest addition." Mr. Shue said, facing the kids.
Everyone kept starring at me, and I heard someone whisper that my clothes were atrocious. My blush deepened, but I couldn't bring myself to face them. Most of all, I couldn't look at Puck, because I knew, if I looked at him I would either, blush deeper, if that was at all possible, or I would start to laugh. And neither of those things was acceptable to me.
"She's not Rachel." One girl said.
"She may not be Rachel, Mercedes, but she has great talent, and will bring a lot to the table." Mr. Shue said in my defense.
"Let's see what she's got." Said a boy who wore fancier and flashier clothes than I did, and I was a girl.
"Could you sing a song for the club, so they can see whether or not you're good?" Mr. Shue asked me.
"Umm… Yeah I guess." I replied.
I finally looked at Puck, who was standing there, and as soon as our eyes met, he looked away. I couldn't understand why he wasn't defending me. He was the one who had found me, and had gotten me into Glee Club. So why wasn't he backing me and Mr. Shue up? I walked to the piano player, and requested "Who Will I Be" from the movie Camp Rock. I stood in the center of the room, and closed my eyes.
"How to choose who
to be. Well let's see
there's so many choices now.
Play
guitar, be a movie star.
In my head, a voice says
Why not try
everything?
Why stop? Reach for any dream
I can rock, cause
it's my life
and now's the time
Who will I be?
It's
up to me
All the never ending possibilities
That I can
see
There's nothing that I can't do
Who will I be?
Yes, I
believe
I get to make the future what I want to
if I can become
anyone and know the choice is up to me
who will I be?" I
sang. It showed my range, and I could hit all the high notes that
Demi Lovato hit.
Then everyone clapped, including Puck. Mr. Shue ushered me a spot right next to Puck, and a boy in a wheelchair. We started with voice exercises, and then decided to learn some songs. They had already learned Don't Stop Believin' by Journey, and they were finishing up learning Last Name by Carrie Underwood. Then Mr. Shue came from behind the piano with sheets of music.
"Now, I would like you all to find a partner, because we will be working on duets next." Mr. Shue said.
The entire Glee club groaned except for the cheerleaders. I rolled my eyes.
"Now no grumbling. Quinn, Finn, you two will be partners. Puck, and Lexa, you'll be partners." Mr. Shue kept on speaking but all I could think about was being paired up with Puck. I looked up at him, as he stared down at me, and had a smirk on his face. I glared at him. Not only did I not know what song we were going to sing together, I didn't really want to be paired up with Puck. Because more time with Puck, meant more personal stuff, and getting to know one another. I know that the only reason that Mr. Shue had put Puck and I together was because we knew each other.
We moved towards the stack of sheet music and all that was left was Light My Candle from RENT, and some other songs that I hadn't heard of.
"Which one would you like to do?" I asked, trying to make the most of this.
"Ahh so it's right down to business is it?" He asked a chuckle in his voice.
"Well we ought to pick something before everything is taken, which it seems it already is. So it's this or something else. So which would you rather do?" I asked, trying not to smile, but failing anyways.
"You know you can't hold back your smile, I'm just that irresistible. And I guess we could do Light My Candle." He said.
I didn't smile; I was still made at him for not defending me. I stood up and made my way over to Mr. Shue. We wanted his approval before we could do anything else. He smiled at our song choice, and nodded his head in approval. We made our way to the auditorium, and that was when I rounded on him.
"Why didn't you stick up for me?" I asked.
"When?" He said, completely oblivious.
"When Mr. Shue introduced me to the class and everyone wanted me to sing. I looked at you for help, and you looked away and just stood there." I said.
"What did you want me to do?" He asked.
"I wanted you to stand up for me. Tell them that I was good." I replied my face becoming redder and redder as the conversation went on.
"Yeah but that would mean you and I are friends, and I have a reputation to protect." He said.
"You could have lied about it and just said I heard her audition she's really good. You're a jock, those people look up to you and respect you. You could have helped." I said.
"Well next time I will be sure to do that. I would say I'm sorry, but sorry isn't in my vocabulary." He said.
"Fine, you are up first." I said sitting at the piano, and playing the opening bars of the song.
"What'd you forget?" He said.
"Got a light?" I asked.
"I know you? – You're – You're shivering." He said.
"It's nothing. They turned off my heat. And I'm just a little weak on my feet. Would you light my candle? What are you staring at?" I sang.
We finished the song and it was coming along good. Puck was a little slow, and I was a little fast. But with practice, we could make it work. And with that practice was over. I said goodbye to Puck, and made my way out to the front of the school. I was just about to call my dad, when three football players came up to me.
"Hey precious." One of them said.
"What do you want?" I asked, as they backed me up against the wall.
"We want you. Do you remember us?" They asked.
"Should I remember you?" I asked them, not knowing where they were from.
"You haven't seen us since freshman year, and we are back for more." They said.
And with that realization hit me. These were the three guys who had drugged and raped me at a party. Fear and shock showed on my face. Tears were stinging my eyes threatening to fall. But I held my head up high.
"N-No. Please just l-leave m-m-me al-l-lone." I stuttered out.
They laughed and suddenly I was pushed against the wall. I screamed, and someone covered my mouth.
"What is the little girlie afraid?" One asked.
I shut my eyes, bracing for impact, or the ripping of my clothes. I was so paralyzed with fear; I didn't hear anyone come over. I heard someone collide with someone else. Someone said ouch, and there was another hit. I slid to the floor and just let the tears flow down my face.
"Leave her alone." Puck said.
I looked up to see him kneeling down beside me, and the other football players rushing to their cars. Puck was blurry because I was crying, but I could still recognize him.
"Th-thanks." I said, and sniffed really loud, brushing my tears away.
He held out his hand and I graciously took it. As I stood, tears were still rolling down my face. And then Puck did something I had never seen him do here at school ever. He hugged me. I stood there and cried in his arms for what seemed like hours. And Puck never asked a question at all. He just stood there and ran his hand up and down my back in a reassuring and comforting gesture.
