Hi again. I am really upset right now because the CO just won 27-20 to SD, which puts them in seed 1, which basically makes shit so much harder )X. On the bright side; Mychal Rivera (Naya Rivera's awesome tight-end of a brother) from OAK played awesomely (as per usual). It was just that the stupid fumbles and the KC luck that fucked shit up. Although there is no way they can beat CO on their own turf. .
Ok. Football talk aside.
Thanks to anyone and everyone who is giving this story the time of day, it really means a lot to me.
Pulling my eyes from the bright blue sky I look back to the now in sight middle school. An airy laugh breaks the silence. I freeze mid-stride, unsure of whether I should keep walking or turn. A voice light enough to match the giggle decides for me.
"Really Quinn? Her?" I twisted, bitch mode glaring at full power. My every intention was to cut the speaker with sharp words, but my mouth filled with sand the moment i saw them. A girl with long light blonde hair stood tall next to the recognizable badass who had been racing through my mind just seconds previously. The blonde is tan and skinny, but completely muscle. Even just standing there with crossed arms, the sun-soaked skin is pulls tight over the defined ridges all over her. Her cobalt eyes pierced through every wall in me.
"What can I say?" Quinn responds with an evil smirk. "We have a thing for cheerleaders." The blonde scoffs again, staring me up and down- like a piece meat.
"Fuck off Fabray." I snapped rudely, still staring at the blonde. Her smirk grew and she looked mildly amused. Honestly, it was like being stared at by two lions. Suddenly rough hands grab my arms and forced them together behind me. I struggle frantically as another set of hands shoved a pillowcase over my head. A ripping sound quickly follows the darkness and I throw myself away from the hands. Something cool and sticky presses on my wrist and my squeal of protest is muffled as what I can only assume is tape wraps around my wrists, binding them tightly.
"Having trouble there Evans?" The blonde's voice taunts as I fight against him. It is a hopeless fight, but not one I can stand to lose. I wait for a moment, allowing him to regrip my upper arm before lifting my leg and smashing my heel into his shin. He whimpers in pain and lifts my once again struggling body.
"Shut the fuck up Ti." He hisses in pain before whipping around quickly and releasing me mid twist- sending me flying with my arms duck taped behind me and my sight gone. The ground isn't as far down as i thought. My right side hits the cheap thin carpet and i roll immediately to my back and sit up. "She is strong."
The laughs that follow his excuse are cut off by loud thunks. Low rumbling vibrates from under me and I realize I am in a car. More thunks and I figure they must be the doors. The people climb in and I scoot against the cool wall of the car. The car starts moving and the people are talking about something. I remain quiet as I concentrate on first moving my bound hands under my legs to be in front of me. When I do that I began to shift my wrists in the tape, hoping to make it less sticky. I manage to get my left hand mostly out before I hear my name.
"What's her name?" The blonde girl I assume is Ti asked.
"Santana Lopez." Quinn answered, "head bitch in charge. Emphasis on bitch." I roll my eyes from inside the pillowcase and tug one last time on the tape. My hand breaks free and it takes everything in me not to cheer for myself. I pull the pillowcase over me and my eyes burn for a moment trying to readjust. I don't bother with the tape still around my right wrist, instead I kneel up quietly to peek over the back seat. A tiny slim girl is driving in the front and a boy basks in the sun next to her. Both have bright blonde hair. In the middle row are a few guys. An Asian dude, a brunette guy who is the palest person here, and a dude with dreads. None of them look like they have shaved for a while. In the last row right in front of me are Ti and Quinn. She really does look like a doll- save for all of the scars covering her sun kissed skin. I hadn't noticed it before while the others assaulted me, I was kind of busy at the moment. Now with my face inches from her unknowing body, I can see big ones and small ones, jagged ones and smooth ones, deep ones and shallow ones, old ones and new ones. Seriously, how big of a klutz does she have to be to get that many?
"She is a lot quieter than you," Camper-Barbie hums. "You were a fucking migraine- throwing your tiny self around." Quinn smiles but then frowns as if she were thinking of something odd. She shifts uneasily and speaks.
"Yeah. I would have thought-" She is interrupted by my fist in her face. What could i do! She was turning and i needed to act! Blondie moves to grab my wrists, but I duck away and throw myself against the back. Dropping to my knees I begin yanking forcefully on the handle.
"Stop! Fucking stop the car!" She screams as she tries to wiggle her over row and climb to the back with me. The car slams to a stop and I fall backwards right into her upper body causing us both to collapse on the floor. Before I can do anything, something rough and experienced locks my legs down just above my knees and crushes my wrists above me into the floor. I wrestle against the mass trapping me. The bigger girl wins easily and is hovering over me with her knees on either side of my waist, her ankles and hands restraining me. A satisfied smirk prides her face and heat shoots through me. It is different than anger. Rage maybe. I don't get much time to think about it because the doors fly open, letting in the late afternoon sunlight. Both of our gazes snap to the opening.
"What the hell?" The dude with dreads quips from the door, more amused than irritated. She chuckles breathily and leans back to sit on my crotch. Still pinning me with her left hand, she releases her right one and drags her fingers through her hair, pushing back long overgrown bangs. I jerk in hopes to free myself of the now relaxed girl on me, but even with her loose and laughing, I remain pinned under her.
"Jesus Christ." Quinn, who had pushed herself to the front of the crowd, rolls her eyes and scowls as best as she can with a hand cupping her cheek. An odd sense of pride rolls through me knowing that I was the cause of it. "You didn't have to punch me to get her to top you asshole." I blush as the meaning dawns on me. The older girl just laughs and looks down at me seriously.
"Are you going to be good?" She asks demeaningly, like I am a dog or a kid or something. I glare up at her, but she just returns it sternly. "Are you going to be good?" She asks again, shifting her mass more onto my wrists. I wince as her weight digs into me.
"Fine." I murmur, avoiding her proud eyes. With that she releases me and hops out of the car. I roll up and follow suite as if someone will drag me back in if I am too slow. The sun is warm on my skin and I study the area hoping to figure out how to escape. We are literally nowhere. Like middle of the highway, fields on either side, big trees in the distance, mountains very very far in the skyline. That type of nowhere. Still if I can manage to sneak away, I could probably run into the field and hide.
"You aren't going anywhere Latina-Regina." I jump nearly a foot in the air at that voice, but her arm, over my shoulders kept me grounded. Seriously? A Mean Girls nickname?
"Kidnapping is illegal you know." I snap at her, crossing my arms in front of me. Ti rolls her eyes and twists me around, changing her arm mid twist to keep contact on my shoulders. Now I am facing the group. It is the weirdest thing i have seen in a while. The guy with dreads is sitting on top of the van with his legs hanging over the still open back and strumming a guitar absentmindedly- as if people just did that naturally. Below his dangling feet sitting in the back of the van are the Asian guy, Quinn, and the blonde dude. She is splayed out between them with her feet resting on the Asian guy and her head on blondie. The short blonde girl and the tall white boy stand facing them from outside. They are passing around a cigarette like a couple of seventh graders. That isn't badass. That is depressing. Still, their free postures and careless grins wring something in my stomach. Sort of the same feeling I get when I stare at a chicks ass or talking myself out of breaking Coach's diet.
I hardly notice that Ti is pushing me closer until I stumble causing gazes to direct towards me. Hesitating under their eyes, I stop moving only to be tugged on by her. I refuse to budge though. Quinn sighs and takes a long drag before passing it off and slinking to us, blowing the smoke as she walks. The smell makes me gag and i realize it is not cigarette smoke, but weed. I mean, I have smelled it before and even taken a few hits, but only when filled in a room with a shit load of other popular kids and after drinking myself to thoughtlessness. Quinn takes my other side and looks at her friends who have gone back to their previous conversation happily, only glancing every once in a while. I cringe into myself, not sure which crazed girl to shy away from.
"I forgot how much i missed this but craved it twice as much." Quinn rasps looking at her friends. Ok. That doesn't make any fucking sense.
"Two weeks, then you walk across that stage and out the door and onto the road." The blonde reassures her. That sounds just weird to me, but happiness laces through Quinn's features and wistfulness shines in her eyes. "Assuming you pass initiation." She tacks on the end jokingly. Quinn scoffs, but I can feel the nervousness rolling off of her.
"What initiation?" I ask, less interested in it and more trying to get them to remember my presence. Quinn kind of almost looks startled as if she did forget me, but the blonde just chuckles. She seems to laugh a lot, like it is her response to like everything.
"You have your own initiation to worry about Fresh Meat." Ignoring my immediate follow up question of 'for what?', barbie sends a final glance over me to Quinn and leaves me in her hands. "You have six and a half minutes Q." Quinn tenses next to me and I whip around to glare at her. Without the strange blonde around and the awkward warm rage flowing within me, I feel better.
"What the fuck is going on?" I hiss angrily at her. "What initiation? What the hell did you get me into?" I probably would keep shooting out questions, but Quinn's hand covers my mouth.
"Long story short, you are our legacy and this weekend will prove that." She quips, looking back at the others who seem to be reloading into the van.
"What do you mean 'your legacy'? Of losers? I am my own legacy! I am a cheerleader! I am THE cheerleader!" I snap beginning to panic. Nothing really felt real until now. The sun is beginning to set and the fact that I am not going to sleep in my own bed tonight is becoming scarily obvious. Again Quinn cuts me off.
"Who is Katie Nabors then?" She asks with her arms crossed. I look at her blankly and mirror her irritated stance. "Or Gabrielle Stonestreet? Or Danielle Bowen?" I shrug not recognizing any of the names. She sighs and looks at the quickly darkening sky. "Those are the three most popular Cheerleaders at McKinley from the past five years, aside from you and me." I shrug indifferently, but wait stubbornly for her point. She rolls her eyes and huffs. "Fine. Name one McKinley legend from the past decade." A handful of names runs through my mind, but one slips between my lips before i have a chance to decide.
"Brittany Pierce." She smiles smugly and gestured over to Ti leaning against the car waiting for us. Her blue eyes inspecting the scene in front of her with a lazy smile planted on her lips. Taking a moment to process the gesture, my jaw drops. Enraging, incredibly strong blondie is Brittany fucking Pierce. Losing complete control, my mouth moves without permission from my brain. "But i thought she hated you for stealing her boyfriend. . . Made you climb a tree and then left you in woods. ."
Quinn and Brittany Pierce (still leaning against the car a few yards away) bursts into laughter. Heat rushes through me in embarrassment. Had it just been Quinn laughing- I would have scowled, maybe smacked lightly or something. But the addition of Brittany Pierce - AKA OG Badass extraordinaire - AKA still haunts the nightmares of the senior class - AKA the girl who both pinned me and laughed at me multiple times today - she makes a fucking difference.
"I never hated her," The legend herself strolls over to us and I actually find myself getting closer to Quinn. If half of the shit I have heard about her is true, I will choose Quinn over her any day. "I chose her the same way she chose you. The tree thing was part one of her initiation." Her once piercing silver eyes now cut even sharper through me- leaving me breathless, wordless, and dry throated. "Six minutes is up and. ." She looks back to me and I stiffen even more as a sly lopsided smile takes her lips. "And Q couldn't take my boy if she tried." With a wink she walks off and Quinn scoffs before pushing me lightly towards where Brittany is waiting by the side of the van. The white boy has been kicked out and Brittany is playing with some sort of fabric. I am stopped before I can climb in. With a dismissive nod of approval, Quinn goes around the van. Brittany holds the fabric almost sheepishly and I figure out what she wants to do.
"Wh-why?" I curse myself for stuttering on the stupid word and she smiles pitifully with her nose crinkled a little.
"Stupid rule, really." She comments as she lifts it over my eyes and ties it slowly behind my head. "It is to make sure you trust us." She whispers as she finishes. Her arms drop to her sides, or that is where I assume they go due to gravity and the darkness. "It isn't that bad." I shudder at her warm words against my cold ear.
"Help her in Joe." At her command, a hand wraps firmly around my arm and leads me to the side. When the van hits my knees, he places a hand on the back of my head and guides me in to the warm car.
