Yes I am writing a new chapter every day (okay technically… its so hard to get to a computer out here so they might not get posted for a day or two) and thanks for the reviews (10), alerts (6), and faves (10)! Thanks guys! I've already got over 450 hits in 3 days! That's a record! (for me anyways…)

GLEEful GLEEk: okay, seriously, ya really need an actual account! (okay unless I just can't find it, but it's really annoying. I'd rather be PMing replies than displaying them here). Love the ideas, thanks! No, Shelby will NOT switch to VA but she will get her share of slushy facials. (*cough*SUE!*cough*TERRI!*cough*) Don't worry we're gonna put in Will/Bryan stuff and also we will add the so called "SCANDAL!" okay?

Anyways, enjoy! Em and I are fulfilling your requests and WE ARE GOING TO USE WHAT IS THIS FEELING! Then have April and Shelby become friends! Happy now? Haha jk I just hope so.

DISCLAIMER: I'm a from a farm in a small town full of the small minded in WA and Em is from a hick-like area in WV full of weirdos who don't know glee and think coal mines are the coolest thing ever! What do ya think? (YOU GOTTA SIIIIIIIIIIING FROM YOUR HOO HOOOOOOOOOO!)

Shelby's POV

Okay you have got to be kidding me. There just has got to be some mistake, I thought in misery when my eyes landed on Ms. April Rhodes sitting there on the right side of the bleachers for my gym class.

I mean seriously, she is a SENIOR for crying out loud.

My thoughts grew more fueled with hatred and anger. This feeling I had towards April was getting really out of hand. I decided to sit on the opposite side of the bleachers as far from her as possible to prevent any problems. She finally took her attention from Bryan to notice me sitting over here and glared at me with those itty little green eyes of hers. I swear, she is so immature. I don't see what people could see in a small blissful Blondie like her.

I was so wrapped in my thoughts of loathing… that was the word. Loathing. I loathed her. I didn't notice her leave the group of boys and walk over to sit beside me.

"Hi, you're in glee club, right?" she asked in her high pitched voice. I could tell she was glaring at me but I ignored it.

"Yeah," I mumbled trying to hide my resentment.

"Well I'm April which you probably know, but um, I was wondering what do you think about Will?" The question caught me completely off guard.

I opened my mouth in shock. "Wait, no, I'm not going to be sucked into your boyfriend issues. You need to be focusing on Glee instead of which boy is hotter than this boy," I growled in disgust.

She glared at me with surprise. "Listen here, sweetie. I'm not trying to suck you into anything. I just thought you might know about him since you both are freshman. But you need to lighten up a bit, stop being so serious," she said in her laid back voice which really got on my nerves. Then in my mind a song began to play.

What is this feeling so sudden and new?

I felt the moment I laid eyes on you.

"And you need to wear tighter clothes. I mean come on, honey, this isn't the 60s anymore." She sniffed picking at the shoulder of my plaid sweater.

What right does she have for telling me what to wear?

My pulse is rushing,

My head is reeling,

My face is flushing.

What is this feeling?

Fervid as a flame.

Does it have a name?

"And who are you to tell me what I should wear and how I should dress?" I snapped back with a growl. She chuckled and put her head in her hands. "And I don't think you have any right to talk. I mean this isn't a bar down town," I said feeling proud that I had come up with something good to say.

Yessssss

Loathing.

Unadulterated loathing.

For her face, her voice, her clothing.

Let's just say I loath it all.

Every little trait how ever small,

Makes my very flesh begin to crawl.

She tossed those blond curls of her back and looked at me with sympathy. "Look, I understand we're different. But I was just trying to give you some advice to get people to like you," she said but her attempt to slam me down was working. I was even more angry now.

"Oh so you think I can't get friends because of the way I dress?" I asked, furious.

"No, no, I meant… I just wanted to help," She stammered.

With simple utter loathing,

There's a strange exhilaration

In such total detestation.

It's so pure, so strong.

Though I do admit it came on fast,

Still I do believe that it can last,

And I will be loathing, for forever, loathing, truly deeply, loathing you,

My whole life long.

The song rang true in my head as we both glared at each other, but then our loathing was interrupted with the ice cold feeling of two blue slushies hitting both April and my faces full force.

April's POV

WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?

As a slight brain freeze began to set in I started to try wiping the blue slushy out of my face and wondering who in their right mind would give ME, April Rhodes, a slushy facial? I was one of the most popular girls in McKinley!

Since when did some Cheerios, wait- (I wiped some slushy off my eyes to see the red, white, and black uniforms) -Cheerios, hate me?

My last three years here, I got along all right with the Cheerios. All I would have to do is invite them to my mansion parties and they would leave me alone. McKinley High glee had already won a generous amount of awards and we got a good deal of respect. Obviously it was going to be different this year.

"Look, it's the witches of glee. Careful, you might melt… wait, too late," one of the two Cheerios said.

As the brain freeze began to subside I wiped some more blue slushy out of my face. "Well I guess we're the witches-"

"But you're the bitches here," Shelby finished.

I stared at Shelby with a look of surprise at her comeback. "Ya know, you might not be so bad," I said with a small smile.

"April are you okay?" Will asked wiping some of the syrup out of my hair.

"Yeah, Will. I'm just going to go and wipe this stuff off," I said, sounding angry at the Cheerios. "Come on, Shelby."

I hurried off to find the locker rooms. Glad that I remembered to put my extra clothes into the locker rooms before school (long story), I ran over and retrieved my stuff and walked over to a sink.

"Stupid syrup," I muttered as I turned on the water.

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