I walk into first period late and try to glide into my seat quietly. However, I see that's not going to be the case when I notice head dumbass glaring at me from the back of the room. I instantly draw the conclusion that he was the one who called me fat the other day.
"Ohhh! Tardy!" I hear head dumbass say. Shoester keeps his eyes on his computer screen.
"Shut up." I sit down putting my bag on the floor. Remember that this habit is going to bite me in the ass later.
"No need for your assistance Maccoy, I'm sure Rowan has her reasons." He tosses me a slight smile and I sigh in relief. Maccoy, I think it should be Mcjackass. Ahhh that's his new name, Mcjackass. I nod to myself and smile.
"Rowan…" Mercedes nudges me and I look over at her. "Did you sign up for glee club?" I smirk and shake my head.
"It's a defiant maybe."I laugh and toss her a small smile before opening my notebook.
"What song will you be doing for auditions? Well…it's not exactly auditions everyone gets in. Its just kinda to show us what you got type deal. "
"You know…I haven't really thought of that." I run I finger through my hair. I defiantly need to get it cut; it's almost half way down my back.
"How about we hang out after school and we can get one picked out for you?" I look at her smiling hopefully and I agree. How could I say no? It looks to me as if I'm her only hope. Plus, who knows…getting under Miss Jumpsuit's skin could be very, very interesting.
The rest of the day tends to go by like normal. I'm surprised at lunch when I don't get slushed or picked at. In fact, it kind of irritates me. I was so pumped to give Mcjackass a piece of my mind…well more like a good kick in his huevos.
I'm trying to get my homework done in the last ten minutes when Marcello turns to me. "Hey, Tyree….I gotta question for you." I turn and glare at him. For the first time I notice in his brown eyes are little freckles of green. He looks almost sad.
I soft my glare and sit up leaning back in my chair. "What is it Marcello?"
"Oh…I was just wondering when I'd get my shirt and hoddie back." I watch him drum his fingers on the table.
"I'll bring them tomorrow." I nod to myself and get back to working on homework.
"Thanks…" He mumbles and starts to work on his too.
I sit down beside Kurt quickly when I enter home ec class. He gives me a mischievous grin. I try to ignore it and pull out a recipe from my bag. I notice him hobbling back and forth in his chair. God, is this kid always going to be this pushy.
"You alright Kurt?"
"I AM SO EXCITED YOU JOINING GLEE CLUB!" before I can react he's hugging me. "I have the feeling we are going to be great friends! What are you doing for auditions? It must be a good show tune. I have millions in my collection!" I try not to laugh.
"I think I'll side step from show tunes. Not really my thing. I think I'll just wing it."
"Just wing it?" Kurt looks almost hurt.
"Well, it's what I do best. Mercedes and I are going to try to pick out a song after school in the choir room. You're more than welcome to join. I'd appreciate all the help I can get."
"Of course! I wouldn't miss out on that even if the sound of music sing along was playing in the theater!" We laugh together. Then when the teacher taps on the counter we shut our mouths and pay attention.
When I walk into the choir room Shoester, Mercedes, Kurt, and Rachel are there. They are sitting in a circle with two laptops open and sheet music everywhere. I put my bag down on a chair and sit Indian style beside Mercedes.
"I hope you don't mind me joining. I've been trying to think of an audition song for myself as well." Rachel says almost nervously.
"No way!" I say waving my hands.
Soon enough we are all laughing and working together to find songs. Mercedes decides to sing Complicated by Rihanna, Kurt is going to sing Grace Kelly by MIKA and Rachel is going to sing My Heart will go on by Celine Dion….and me? I still have no clue.
"It'll be okay Rowan, you've got all day tomorrow before auditions to find a song!" Mercedes tosses me a kind smile.
"Plus tons of artist just go with the flow! You'll be fine!" Kurt pats my shoulder as I hear a light tap on the door. I look up to see a boy in a school uniform with food.
"Oh!" I watch Kurt stand up quickly and usher the boy over. Quite a cutie. "Rowan this is my boyfriend, Blaine." I knew it was too good to be true. No man that good looking could ever be straight. I force my body to nod and my face to smile while my mind goes on a rant.
"I have heard so much about you!" Blaine smiles and he and Kurt sit down.
"Really now? I guess I'm becoming quite the talk."
"Standing up to Maccoy Jackson? That's not something everyone does." Blaine says and kindly hands me a blueberry muffin. My suspicion of gay guys having some type of sixth sense of knowing exactly what you need has now been confirmed.
"Thanks! So you know Maccoy?" I take a bite of the muffin. Oh how I love muffins.
"Yeah, he was a former Warbler. He was a tyrant there too, probably why he got the boot." Oh? I smirk; I have an insider on Mcjackass. How useful, maybe with Blaine I can form a solider…no an army against him.
Everyone jumps when my phone goes off. I look down and see my father's number. "Excuse me guys, I'm going to have to cut this short. I'll see you tomorrow!" I stand up and rush out. Luckily for me as I'm turning the corner I run straight into a brick wall. I fly back onto my ass and look up to see Marcello.
"Jesus, watch where you're going!" I glare up at him. I ignore his hand and get up myself.
"Sorry. God Rowan could you just be human for a second?" Marcello looks kind of bummed. However, I decide not to care.
"Maybe tomorrow, you just made me miss a call with my father. He's going to think I died or something." I shove past him and dial my dad's number of course he's a little mad but nothing major. He has to stay out late again and tells me to leave him some dinner in the microwave. So I head off to my car and get home. It was then…maybe it was seeing Maccoy get turned down or dumped by some chick or the song on the radio but I knew…I knew the song to sing.
I stand back stage. I'm the last one on….right after Rachel Berry. I tap my foot hearing her hit the best notes with ease. Shoester calls me up next. I enter the stage slowly and I look to try to spot Mercedes but I'm blinded by the spotlight. A feeling of nausea and panic at the same time.
"Just breathe Rowan, you'll be fine." I hear Shoe say. I take the microphone off the stand and turn away from the crowd. For some reason the imagine of the slushy go all over my face….typically I'd shut down or get angry but this time it fuels the fire. I hold my hand up gesturing for my music to start. My choice? Run the world by Beyonce. Mcjackass and his demons have nothing on me. I've came and saw...now its time to conquer.