Still don't own Glee, but one day....
Just a short chapter, pretty shitty one. (Sorry for my offensive language.)
Chapter four
Puck was stood at his locker Friday morning, listening to Mike babble on about Brittany and some other shit.
And he was seriously confused: Wasn't Brittany dating Santana still?
Puck was sure the two females were still dating; he'd seen them making out yesterday in fact. And surely if the only two lesbians at the school, who were both popular and hot, broke up, then the news would be spreading around the school like a fucking fire.
Yet nothing. And Mike's here going on about how hot Brittany is and how nice her hair is.
Anyway he was pulled out of his inner debate when he noticed Mike had stopped talking to him. Holy fuck, gripped! Turning quickly to look at his friend, he noticed his attention was else where. Peering around his friend, he spotted what held his long time buds attention.
Holy fuck.
Rachel Berry was walking through the semi-crowded halls of WMHS, tapping animatedly on her Blackberry. But that's got nothing to do with it, she's wearing the smallest and tightest shorts that Puck has ever seen. And fuck, have her legs always been that long and toned? She's got a white wife beater on, but with a cropped grey hoody. Her dark chocolate curls are piled on top of her head, and fuck she looks normal.
"Dude is that really Rachel? Damn she got a rocking body." Mike said sounding rather breathless.
Puck was about to answer, when Rachel's head lifted from her phone, and she gave Puck the coldest glare ever, like ever. Before returning all her attention back to her phone when he signaled she had a text. Both Puck and Mike watched her retreating form in appreciation as she glided past them, not aware of all the attention she was receiving.
"She doesn't look happy with you man, but damn she looks good." Mike said letting out a low whistle.
"She's a fucking chick dude, that's what her problem is. She probably wants to get all up on this." Puck smirked slightly jerking his hips, making Mike roar out in laughter just as Matt approached the pair.
"What's he on? I want some." Matt said in a teasing tone, getting some books out of his locker.
"Fuck if I know." Puck chuckled.
"Did any of you see Rachel today? Hot damn, who knew she was hiding that bod under them sweaters." Matt added after a moment.
"You three are such perverts, close your mouths; you'll catch flys" Santana's voice snapped as she stopped at her locker.
"No need to get jealous San, I could help with that if you want." Puck leered eyeing the cheerio uniform.
"As if Puck, been there, wore the t-shirt, and then burned it. I gota go meet Brittany, my girlfriend." She hissed before storming away.
"Yeah man I gota go too. See you in second." Mike said, completely off his high as he headed down the hall.
"Whoa what's with the sudden mood swing?" Matt asked aloud as he and Puck headed to homeroom.
"I don't know." Puck said honestly, pondering over a few things in his head.
1. Mike was rambling about Brittany, even though she's dating Santana.
2. Berry's looking fine today, but she's pissed with him for no fucking reason.
3. Santana was pissed when she heard what the three boys were talking about, but then again, she's always pissed.
4. Mike got all awkward as soon as Santana mentioned Brittany, and was quick to escape.
5. Matt was sending lustful glares at Santana's re-treating form.
This could only mean one thing: Puck was back in investigating mode. And he was going to get to the fucking bottom of this, once and for all.