Loser like Me

Chapter Four

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the plot.

A/N: I know it's such a late update, but I'm hoping you guys are still with me. Thanks for the reviews.

Puck's POV

It's been weeks since Quinn told me about the baby and I haven't heard from her in awhile. I hope she seriously isn't keeping it because she would ruin her reputation and Finn would hate my guts. Yeah, it's a little late for me to care what Finn thinks, but he's still my best friend and I don't want to hurt him. What Quinn and I did was never supposed become public knowledge. Now, the whole school would know about how terrible a guy I am yet again.

Rachel freaking Berry knows and I wouldn't be surprised if she told the whole entire school. Quinn and I made her high school life miserable. It's just a matter of when she will tell. She hasn't yet so maybe I can persuade her not to. I could make a deal with her.

Puckasaurus is a freaking genius! I just have to fine the midget now. I see her walking slowly towards the quad, but before she could get away, I catch up to her. I pull her into the janitor's closet and put my hand over her mouth before she screams.

"It's just me Rachel. It's Puck."

"Noah? What the heck possessed you to do that?"

I smile at her question. "How do you know about the baby?"

She realizes my intentions. "Don't worry. I'm not going to tell anyone."

She starts to leave when I give her the best proposition of her life. "How about I help make you popular as a favor for not spilling the beans?"

She stops dead in her tracks and turns back towards me. "You do realize you are sounding crazier the more you speak right? You can't make me popular."

I laugh. "I can make it happen in a week. You just have to listen to me and follow all my instructions. Do we have a deal?"

Her face gets serious while she contemplates it. "Fine, I'm in, but how are you going to pull this miracle off in a week?"

I walk up to her and lower my head to her neck. "By people thinking you are sleeping with me. I'm the guy girls die for remember? I can make people believe you are cool enough just by giving you the time of the day, but your wardrobe is going to have to change. I don't sleep with nerds. I sleep with babes."

She scoffs and I can see her cheeks flush. "You are so full of yourself. How am I sure it's really going to work?"

"We'll have tons of practice runs outside of school. Meet me at the mall afterschool okay? Our deal starts today."

Before she could nod, I'm out of the janitor closet in a flash. I can't be seen with her yet. It's going to take a lot of time and effort, but I know just the person to help make her sexy enough for this school. She's going to be the new "it" girl.

Rachel's POV

I'm so in over my head if I actually think I can be popular. The only reason why I'm doing this is because I want to be with Finn and if I'm popular, it'd be much easier for the both of us. I want to do this even if it means I have to pretend screw Noah then so be it. It will all be worth it when I'm with Finn.

He bell that signaled the end of school rang and I ran to the parking lot. I won't lie. I am so excited for this makeover. Plus, I don't have to go home to Lisa the Bitch. I just hope it works and I get what I want.

Once I get to the mall, I see Noah waiting for me at the food court and I rush over to him. He looks me up and down, inspecting my features and attire. He shakes his head and then calls over Santana Freaking Lopez. No freaking way. I'm not dealing with her.

"Santana, I need you to change Berry into a freaking fox. Can you do that for me?"

She laughs and kisses him on the lips. "Of course, baby. You can go now, Puck. I've got this."

I shake my head no, but Noah leaves me. "You don't have to do this Santana."

She rolls her eyes. "Look, I feel bad for you so I figure this could be my one good deed to make things right with the man above."

Before I could even respond, she tugs me towards one of the most scandalous shops I had ever seen. There was nothing I would ever wear, but Santana would not let me leave without buying tons of skimpy tops and skirt. I don't really do jeans, but I got a few skin-tight jeans. My wardrobe is definitely tainted now.

We head over to the hippest hair salon I've ever seen. I hate bangs, but I got some and my hair was layered. I thought we would stop there, but of course Santana wasn't done. She told the hairdresser to put some caramel highlights in. I was so scared to even look in the mirror.

When they turned my seat around, I was stunned to silence. I looked really good. No, seriously I looked like a model and if you remember what I said about my looks, I was far from model material. Maybe, Santana knows what she's doing after all.

"Wow. Santana, I look freaking amazing."

She laughs and smiles proudly. "Of course you do. I'm Santana Fucking Lopez. I know how to make even the ugliest ducklings into beautiful princesses or whatever."

I smile gratefully. "Thank you so much."

She finally allows me to go find Noah. I look all over the place until I finally spot him talking it up with a bunch of girls. I walk over and he tells the girls goodbye. He walks over to me and wraps his around my shoulders.

"Damn, miss you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life."

"Noah, it's me. Rachel."

He faces me with a shocked expression. "Damn Berry, you look smoking! I am definitely not going to be embarrassed to say I'm doing that."

I roll my eyes at his vulgarity. "Now, what do we do?"

He thinks for a moment. "We need to work on your speech."

"I don't think so. I talk perfectly fine."

He shakes his head. "You don't get it. Guys don't want smart girls. They like stupid girls who compliment them and make them feel good about themselves."

"I don't know if I can do that. Do I look like a ditsy blonde to you?"

He laughs. "With those highlights and your clothes or lack of any, yeah you do look like a ditsy blonde."

I gasp. "I do not! Okay, maybe a little, but how am I going to pull this part off."

"We'll practice now. Go talk to some guys."

I shake my head, but he pushes me into a handsome guy with the bluest eyes I've ever seen. "Oops. I didn't see you there. What's your name? I'm Rachel, Rach for short."

The guy looks at me and smiles. "Well, hello Rachel. I'm Ben. You are fucking hot! Can I get your number? I'd like to see you with no clothes on."

I so did not want to talk to this douche any longer, but I forced a smile. "How about you give me your number Sweetie? I'll make sure I call you."

After he gives me his number, I crumple the piece of paper and throw it away. Noah reappears and smiles like an idiot. I swear I'm going to kill him for making me talk to that idiot.

"Rach, you were awesome. You played it so well. You didn't say anything smart. I think we're ready for the school to know we're together."

AA/N: I changed the plot while I was writing because I thought this would be more interesting. R&R!