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Maria POV

I excited the bathroom while they talked, it seemed private, intimate even. I mean, I feel bad for Quinn, she was or is by the looks of it, struggling to accept the fact that she's gay; something that I know from experience isn't easy, especially in a Latin American country. But on the other hand, there's Rachel, who suffered because of Quinn's insecurities, and apparently because reason other than Quinn stared at her legs. They are really hot, though. They're both really hot I wish I could shove my d-. Stop it. Don't think about that. Anyways, I wonder what they're talking about, and if Rachel is going to forgive Quinn. I mean, I know I wouldn't, especially after what those assholes did to me when I was younger. Breathe.

I felt a light tap, "hey Maria," I yelped. "The fuck Rachel? You just scared the living shit out of me".

"Quinn and I have been trying to get your attention for the last two minutes. Are you okay?" Huh?

"Yeah, sorry, I was um, lost in thought". I said while playing with my hair. I really hate those thoughts.

"So, um, sorry about that. But, lunch is almost over, can we take a rain check?" Quinn asked with pleading eyes.

I eyed her up and down and then turned to Rachel, "I don't know, did you apologize? Because I really hate bullies, especially if the person they are tormenting doesn't deserve it." I asked with a pointed tone. Quinn's demeanor instantly turned remorseful at my question, which makes me think that she is very sorry.

"Yes, I did. Rachel and I are now officially friends, and I hope that in time I can earn her trust and her respect." Friends, huh? Well she forgives easily.

"Well, if Rachel can forgive you, who am I to say no? I'm sorry if I sound out of line, it's just that I haven't had the best, um, experience with bullies." I said, rather awkwardly.

I saw Rachel approach me and she slowly, but deliberately gave me a soft hug. "Thank you, for caring," she whispered. I felt heat rise to my neck as a pair of soft lips caressed my cheek. I cleared my throat.

"Um, so, tell me about the famous Glee club." I saw both Rachel and Quinn beam.

"You're joining Glee?"

"Yeah, Rachel here practically begged me to join. Plus, I need an extracurricular. Speaking of which, do you guys know who I can talk to join the soccer team?" I asked. I saw both of their throats bob, and just smirked. Oh yeah, I got it.

"Y-you play –"

"So if it isn't Streisand, Tubbers, and the taller version of Kim Kardashian. I'm here to inform you that you are my newest addition to the Cherrios. You have that ethnic edge that I need for my 8th consecutive title." Was this bitch serious? "Pick up your uniform in my office and report to practice at 4:30." I glanced at Quinn and Rachel who both seemed to be rendered speechless. I started laughing uncontrollably at the mere idea of me joining some sort of, breakfast club?

"What's so funny, baby got back?" The lanky coach demanded. At this I started laughing even harder, going as far as clutching my stomach in hopes of taking a breath.

"Let me get this straight, you want me to join a breakfast club or something? I don't even eat cereal." I asked her disbelievingly. Quinn and Rachel both looked at me like I grew a second head.

"No you dumb-ass, Cheerios is the cheerleading squad." At this I start laughing even harder than before. I felt Quinn nudging me, as she shook her head frantically.

"I'm sorry, you want me to join the cheerleading squad? Are you high off protein shakes or something? Because there is no way in hell that you're going to ever going to see me wearing a skirt out of all things. Honestly, I'd rather swallow pencils." I saw her face flush, in what I could assume was anger.

"I will destroy you. My Cheerios are the crème de la crème of this school, you will never be popular without them." She seethed. At this I just smirked.

"No, my bird legged friend, they're not. I am." I said with a smug smile. Both Rachel and Quinn are gaping at me, I just nod. I know what I'm doing.

"Didn't you just get here?" She asks with a look of pure disbelief in her face. I nod.

"Do you have your phone on you?" I ask the lanky coach. She nods, a curious expression adorning her face.

"Type in Maria Alejandra Alvarez de Leon into your phone. Then, click on the first thing that pops up and read it out loud." I say with my smirk still permanently in place. I saw her raise an eyebrow, but she did as I asked. I then took great satisfaction in watching her face pale.

"I'm waiting…"

"Child prodigy makes billions in the stock market after creating a brilliant integral based financial algorithm. Child of engineer and real estate tycoon Ernesto Alvarez and banker Lucia de Leon, Maria has already received scholarships for MIT, Harvard, Yale, and Columbia respectably, upon the completion of her senior year." She said while gaping at me. I turned my head and saw both Quinn and Rachel stare at me with wide, disbelieving eyes as I just shrugged.

"So you see, coach, you're not the shit around here. I am. Oh, and by the way, let that be the last time you try to use me, based on how I look or because of how hot I am." With that I walked away, quietly seething. I heard two set of shoes behind me, so I took a deep breath and turned around.

"So, Glee club?" I ask trying to avoid what I'm sure is a million and one questions.

"You really can't expect us to let that go, which by the way, that way totally h-badass." Quinn says with a tone that let me know she wasn't letting it go. I sighed.

"I'll tell you both what, since lunch is pretty much over, and I have class after this, let's go to my house afterschool and I'll answer all of your questions."

"Okay, that sounds good." Rachel says, with Quinn nodding in agreement.

"I'll see you later for glee then." I went over to Rachel, took her hand and kissed it. "Laters, beautiful." She blushed. I did the same with Quinn's hand, "Until later, gorgeous." She blushed as well. Two for two, damn I'm good. With that I walked away in the direction of my next class.

"Wait!" Quinn yelled. I turned around in question, "we have the same class next, silly." She said with a soft giggle. Right. I offered her my arm, which she took, and walked us to our next class.