Maria POV

Note: Maria, Quinn

I think Mr. Simmons and I are going to get along just fine, I mean I knew I liked him after he started laughing along with the class after the dough boy incident, but right now I love him, because that blonde is absolutely gorgeous. I place my messenger bag on the floor, and took out a pen and paper. I plaster on my smirk and turn to the blonde.

"Hi," I say with my slightly lower register. She turns to look at me, and I'm met with the most mesmerizing hazel eyes that I've ever seen. They looked like they held so much depth, and pain?

"Hi." She breathed.

I cleared my throat. "Do you mind if we share your syllabus for now, Mr. Simmons failed to give me one?" She nodded. "Thank you beautiful." I said with a wink. Her face turned bright red at my words. Damn, two for two, I guess my winks are effective after all.

The class looked straight forward enough, I failed to see the need to explain a syllabus that you can read, but hey at least this gave me free time. Time for some fun. I started writing on the paper in front of me. Well here goes nothing.

What's your name? I wrote and passed the paper to my blonde companion. She looked surprised but wrote something anyways.

Quinn.

Beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Her face went bright red again. Score.

Are you hitting on me? At this, I smirk.

I'd be crazy not to. But, no. Not just yet. I'd like to get to know who I'm hitting on. So you'll have to help me out with that. I pass her the paper and I laugh internally at her pink cheeks. At this point I'm afraid they're going to stay that way for the remainder of the class.

What if I'm not gay?

You don't have to be gay. You can be bisexual, pansexual, questioning, bi-curious, or downright Maria-sexual. Really, I don't have a preference. I see her cover her mouth, to hide her smile I assume.

Clever. But how do I know you're not some sicko that's going to kill me in my sleep. I smile when I read this. This girl has been watching too much TV.

Well I guess it's safe to assume that you watch too much Criminal Minds. She huffs. I chuckle. Damn she was cute. She's about to take the paper, but I beat her too it.

Have lunch with me? I stare at her intently and look for a reaction, and surprisingly enough, there isn't one.

Why should I?

Because you want to. If you weren't interested, you would have made it clear after I said I planned on eventually hitting on you. At the very least, I intrigue you. So say yes, because I want you to, but more importantly, because you want to. After she finished reading my note, she turns her head and looks at me for what feels like hours.

Yes.As soon as I read those three letters, my smirk morphs into an instant smile.

I know I asked you to lunch, and usually I'd escort you. But given the fact that I have no idea where the cafeteria is, would you do the honors this once? I see her laugh lightly as she picks up her pen.

Sure. I give her a genuine smile in return and at that moment, the bell rings.

I pick up my messenger bag, and the rest of my things. I see Quinn do the same, and it hits me with an idea.

"Hey, Quinn?"

"Yes?" She asks with furrowed brows. How cute.

"May I carry your books?" I see her blush again. I swear it's the most adorable sight.

"You don't even know where I'm going, plus I'm sure you don't even know where your next class is," she says.

To that I scowl. Then I smirk. "How do you know we don't have the same class?"

"I'm the only junior taking AP Physics," she says simply. Oh the irony.

"Not anymore." She looks surprised at this. I just shrug. "All of my classes are AP's except for Spanish, which I have no idea why I'm in by the way, and my elective."

"Th-that's impressive. Sure you can carry my books." Even the way she stutters is cute.

"You know that I have no idea where I'm going, right?" I ask with a smirk.

"Right, of course." With that we're on our way.

Turns out that Quinn and I had pretty much the same schedule, which was extremely convenient. She showed me where all of my classes were, and I carried her books. We spent our time in class talking, well writing, on the pieces of paper. Honestly, she intrigues me, and well, that hasn't happened in a while. I was surprised to find out that someone recorded the dough boy incident, which was a bit creepy, but convenient. I really do like to document my awesomeness. As I walked through the halls, I heard people talking, a few smirked, others smiled, and I swear I saw a girl fanning herself earlier. To my utter amusement, Quinn seemed a bit peeved. I shall explore this.

"Is it always like this?" I ask Quinn.

"What, people fainting as you walk by? I wouldn't know, you tell me." Damn, she has claws. I like it.

"Hmm, well there was this one time –"

"Stop being a smartass," she said while swatting my arm.

I was about to retort, when I saw Rachel walking by. I was about to say hi, but then I saw a big guy holding a slushy cup and walking towards Rachel. Based on his sneer, I would say his intention was pretty clear. Quinn told me all about the practice of throwing slushies, in order to maintain the school hierarchy. I dropped my things and dashed towards Rachel, in order to avoid the whole ordeal.

"Hey, pick on someone your own size, you moron," I bark.

"Are you talking to me, princess?" I scoff.

"Yes, and if you call me princess one more time, I'll rip your cojones off, me entiendes?" I see him smirk.

"This doesn't concern you, so walk away little girl." Oh he's pissing me off.

"I'll be nice, and pretend you didn't say that. Now, you have three seconds to walk away, before I make you." I say with a murderous glare. I can feel Rachel pulling at my shirt, for me to stop, but I can't. No one disrespects me. I see him about to throw the slushy anyways, so I put my hand underneath the cup, and slushy the idiot instead.

"Congrats, you now slushied yourself. Good job. Now leave, and if you bother Rachel, me, or hell anyone again, I promise to make you regret it every single time, and trust me cabron I keep my promises." With that I take Rachel's hand and walk towards Quinn. I pick up my stuff and I barge into the nearest bathroom, the other two close behind me. I grip the sink in anger. I hate bullies.

"Maria, thank you. You didn't have to do that, you barely even know me –" At that I had to cut her off. I see Quinn behind her, sporting a guilty expression. I wonder why.

"Look Rachel, no one deserves for that to happen to them, especially no one as sweet as you. Plus, I'd like for us to be friends, and I protect my friends." I see her blush, and then shake her head.

"Why would you be friends with me? I'm just a glee club loser. I see that you're already hanging out with Quinn, why would you – "

"Rachel, I've seen losers, and trust me, you're not one of them. Hell, that Neanderthal that was about to slushy you, will probably end up pumping gas for life. Now that, my petite friend, is a loser. You on the other hand, seem awesome. So yes, we're friends. As to my friendship with Quinn, I fail to see the relevance." I look at Quinn, but she can't meet my eyes. For the first time since we entered the bathroom, she spoke up.

"I'm sorry, Rachel." It spoken quietly, but both Rachel and I heard. Rachel looked stunned, though. "I'm sorry for all of the name calling, and the slushies. I don't expect for you to forgive me, but if you'll let me, I'd like to explain why I did those terrible things." To say that I'm surprised is the understatement of the century. Quinn seemed so hurt, so haunted. Playful, yet quiet. But not a bully.

"Thank you for your apology, Quinn. But if you want to explain, do it now."

Quinn looked like a fish out of the water, probably due to my presence. She took a deep breath, and seemingly resolute, she nodded.