Chapter 4 No Air / Hate on me

Bree

I got out early of English today; they were doing some exam about Shakespeare that I hadn't learnt yet 'because I just came in the middle of term, so the nice teacher let me out.

I stood at my locker, looking through the books and bag that I had; I was looking for my phone until I hear some footsteps that caught my attention. I turned to see Puck, coming my way.

Oh crap. Please don't let him see me; please don't let him see me!

But of course my hopes and wishes were useless, he had already seen me the moment he turned that corner. Just as he came up to me, I closed my locker door, pulled out my bag and started to walk away.

"Hey Bree, wait." As Puck spoke he gently grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks.

I turned around to stare at him, his mouse, brown mow hawk hair, his chiselled cheeks and his brown, hazel eyes. I got caught in his eyes for a moment, but just for a moment.

"What do you want now Puck?" I said in an annoyed tone.

"I just thought that you didn't properly thank me for saving your ass today."

"Excuse me?" I said, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

"That Cheerio, Tiffany could've killed your social life in this school."

"There isn't much of that left, so there really wasn't any point in 'saving' me"

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really. So if you'll excuse me." I started to turn away again, make my way out of there as fast as I could. But he was adamant to keep me where I was. He grabbed my arm again, this time with a tighter grip. I looked down at my arm where his hand was, gripping tighter unto my skin, until it hurt.

"Still, I was trying to be nice." He smiled, letting go of my hand and attempting to lighten the mood.

"Look Puck, why don't you just drop the whole good guy act? Okay? 'Cause everyone already knows that you're a bad guy and all you're trying to do now is get into my pants. And I'm sorry to disappoint, but that is never going to happen!" I finally shouted the last sentence getting Angier at the fact that he just wouldn't let it go.

"You think I'm a bad guy?"

"Yes! I really do! From the first moment I saw you and your stupid mow hawk, I knew you were a player, the way you treated that girl and me with the same wink and retarded smile. You hurt people Puck. And I don't want to have anything to do with you! Okay? So just friggin' leave me the heck alone!

Suddenly, before I knew it, Puck was kissing me. His hands and body both were pushing me against the locker. My back aching beneath the pressure of his body and the metal, I couldn't speak.

His lips were so fierce against mine, his tongue pushing against my tightly closed lips. I stood there, shocked and stunned with my eyes wide open at his sudden movements. He was so fierce and rough. One of his, surprisingly soft hands slowly and tenderly stroked my arm.

No air! I thought to myself.

No freaking air!

I suddenly gasped pulling my face away from his and pushing him, with all my strength away from me. I spat on the floor in disgust, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"What the heck was that?" I said in a hoarse voice.

"That was a little taste of Puckerman." He said in a sly voice, winking at me again and smiling as if it was nothing.

I suddenly revved up in anger, I walked slowly towards him with my fists clenched tightly. I stopped when his face was close to mine. I poked my finger at his chest.

"Do that to me again you disgusting, fowl-mouthed loser and I'm going to-"

Suddenly the bell rang and everyone came out of their rooms, I suddenly jerked away from him.

"Going to what? Huh?" He asked with a little smile on his face.

I now officially hated Puck, him and his stupid personality, with the stupid mow hawk and the aggressive lips just to top it all off. I looked at him in disgust and shook my head.

"Hey Bree, hey Puck." Finn suddenly appeared out of nowhere with Rachel by his side.

I looked at Rachel and attempted a smile; all she did was scowl at me and turned away.

"We were wondering if you guys wanted to come to Rachel's house this afternoon. Just for a little group-studying?"

"I would love to!" Puck suddenly said, beating me to an answer.

"Bree, your coming right? Please say your coming!" Finn said, his eyes like a little pleading puppy dog. I looked at Rachel as she rolled her eyes at Finn.

Even though Puck was going to be there, maybe tonight I'd finally sort this thing out with Rachel I thought to myself.

"Sure." I said smiling to Finn.

Will dropped me off at Rachel's house at around 8pm. I rang the doorbell as a gay-looking guy, un-doubtedly one of Rachel's fathers, opened the door.

"Hello." I said smiling at him.

He was beaming, and bouncing with so much happiness as he let me through the door.

"You must be Bree; it's so nice to meet you. Please come in."

Inside, the house was amazingly enormous. With bright lights and art decorations everywhere, it was so beautiful, in the overly-decorated sort of way.

I found everyone sitting on the floor around a small coffee table in the living room.

There was Jesse, Finn, Rachel and Puck.

"Hey Bree, come sit down." Puck offered patting the pillow next to him.

I grumbled under my breath but took the seat anyway.

Jesse gave me that amazing smile of his and Finn greeted me with a hello, while Rachel just icily ignored me.

"Alright kiddo's, we're off now to the symphony. Don't get to out of hand. I'll see you all at around 11 alright? "The gay dad announced as he skipped out of the room.

We heard the door close and we began to chat.

All was going well, we were studying, eating the dips and chips that the Berry's had set out for us and we were just plainly having fun. Well except Rachel, who seemed to get angrier and annoyed at me by the minute.

The conversation suddenly shifted to glee club.

"You know Bree, you were really good today." Finn said, with a mouth full of Doritos and guacamole.

I saw Rachel roll her eyes for the hundredth time that night.

"Uh, thanks Finn."

"Ha, you know what? Maybe you could sing lead for Nation-"

"What?" Rachel finally said in an outburst of anger. She was standing now, breathing heavily with her fists clenched and the scariest expression on her face.

Everyone jumped at her sudden loud voice.

"Rachel calm down, it was just a suggestion." Finn said shaking his head as if he couldn't believe how harshly she was reacting.

"Good." She spat at me.

She gave me another scowl as she continued on "We don't want some little blonde slut ruining out chances."

It was like a slap in the face. I suddenly stood up matching her intimidation.

"What's your problem Rachel?"

"You! You're my problem you twit-face. You and you're stupid curly blonde hair. You think you can just show up at glee and suddenly think you've got it all? Well you don't okay, you only got in 'because your brother was the friggin' teacher!" She shouted this at the top of her lungs, her breathing; I noticed getting quicker and quicker.

"Stop shouting at me Rachel! If that's the way you think it happened well you're wrong, I got in beca-"

"Because what? You have talent? Ha! Yeah right." She laughed sarcastically for a second before she continued on to say;

"Just because you can sing doesn't mean you have the heart to. You're just a fake, a perfect little fake. And that's all you're ever going to be."

My chest suddenly got tighter as I took all this in, my eyes were getting blurry as tears started to well up.

"I'm not a fake." I replied back, it was weak reply and she knew it. She came in with a harder blow.

"Yes you are. You're only in glee for the spotlight. You're little miss-perfect aren't you? With the pretty hair, pretty eyes. You've got it all and now you just want your 15 minutes of fame. And I know your using glee just to get that." She finished with a pretentious look on her face that I know knew all too well.

I was now balling my eyes out, her words and thoughts wounded my heart from every direction. Every insult and criticism was like a slap in the face. I was beaten and worn out; my side of the battle had taken so much fire and murder. I only had a little bit left in me.

I sniffed and gulped, clearing my throat as the tears continued to fall.

"You know nothing about me Rachel." I said shaking my head.

"I'm not perfect, okay? My parents died 3 months ago. I'm living with my brother and we're nearly starving because we don't have enough money. I got this crack on my lip and a bruise on my nose because some idiot threw a foot-ball at me today, and you know what else Rachel? I'm bulimic! I'm friggin' bulimic! I make myself throw up every after-meal to look thin. And every time it hurts! But I do it anyway 'cause I can't stop!" I stopped for a second, to wipe the tears away from my eyes.

The once angry-looking Rachel had turned to someone who looked like all they wanted to do now was to take pity on me. I turned to everyone else, Jesse and Finn with their jaws dropped. And Puck who just looked at me, but not in the gross way, but as if he understood.

"Are you happy now?" I continued to shout.

"Are you happy that you know everything about me? Every little imperfection? Every little sickness and curse? And yeah I sing Rachel, I sing because that's my only escape from all this crap that's ruining my life!" I shouted fiercely at her.

I started sobbing uncontrollably. My hands were hurting because my fists were clenched so tightly that my own nails had dug into my skin. My chest was pounding with pain at the tormenting words.

She stood there, still and shocked. She didn't know how to react or what to say. So I just pushed past her and walked to the door.

I was still crying when I reached the front door, when someone behind me put a hand on my shoulder.

"I'll take you home." Jesse said, smiling supportively at me and suddenly pulling me into a tight hug. I cried into his chest for a long time, wrapping my arms around his body. I felt so safe and comforted in his arms.

'Hate on me hater, now or later, 'cause I'm gonna do me. You'd be mad babe.'

Hey guys! So yup, that's the Rachel/Bree interaction. I was going to write this longer for the next part. But I thought it'd be too long.

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