Hey, gleeks! Sorry for the late update. And happy Ryley week!
Marley was tired out, to say the least. Who ever thought Cheerio practise before school would be a good idea? Coach Sue Sylvester, of course.
Marley, as per usual, executed the routine they had been preparing for Regionals effortlessly, as some of the younger cheerleaders failed to do a simple movement. And since Coach Sue assumed that this morning- particularly cold, slippery and dewy, and the time being around 7:30am – was a normal Cheerios practise, she simply yelled at everyone but Marley the entire time.
"Spin, hands, knees, twist!" Coach Sylvester echoed into her megaphone over the music for the umpteenth time. This appeared to be the hardest part of the routine, or at least, the hardest part to execute in the morning. "Oh, come on, you slackers! You can do 5 times better and you'd still suck! End of Cheerios practise. Marley, my office!" The brunette was confused to say the least that the Coach had called her up, but once she had skipped down the bleachers without slipping and had grabbed her bag, she returned inside to make her way to the entrance of Coach Sue's office.
But she was halfway through the back door when she saw him.
Ryder - that was his name. The jocks teased him and pinched his glasses, and he looked so hurt – he looked so shattered. He looked like he could stop living right there in that hallway, right there in that second. And in that last second Marley saw him, he looked into her eyes and gave her a look that cracked her icy heart in two. And then he was gone.
Marley, upon realising her expressing was a concerned and sad one, regained her composure with a jolt and straightened out her immaculate Cheerios uniform, abruptly walking to Coach Sylvester's office with an emotionless expression. She knocked on the door, finally regaining her infamous smirk, and upon Coach Sylvester opening it, walked in and sat down before the woman's mahogany desk and red chair, the one which the coach herself was sitting in. Her tracksuit was brown with orange stripes, and her look was menacing. Marley panicked.
"So, Marley, my Head Cheerio," Coach Sue began, looking up and down at the thin brunette before her. "You perform excellently in almost every task or routine I give you, and today I want to give you another task as a reward."
Marley groaned internally. She'd already done about a trillion tasks for her coach, but she decided to be optimistic, here on this cold October morning, and she forced her smirk to grow. "I'm listening."
"Well, it appears you and your posse are very good at slushieing the Glee Club, but I think it's time we should take a little detour and start some real, hard-core meddling." Coach Sue told the Cheerio captain with a smirk, her voice as soft as velvet, but as toxic as venom.
Marley was intrigued. "So, what do we do?"
"Well, I want you to get close to one of them in some way. Nothing to risk this huge reputation you've got, Blue-Eyes, but make one of them trust you." The words echoed around Marley's head as Coach Sylvester explained her mischievous plan, pressing her fingertips together like an evil villain in a movie. Marley instantly thought about a certain Bieber-haired Glee nerd, and smirked wider, knowing he'd be putty in her hands.
"Got it, Coach. Then what?"
"You tear Glee Club down from the inside." The words rolled off Sue's tongue effortlessly, speaking them rather evilly, "You find out all of their secrets, and spoil the embarrassing ones over the whole of McKinley. Mr Pedo and his army of Glee Club geeks won't know what hit them until it comes flying at their shiny, stupidly happy kitten faces like an asteroid. They'll be so broken they won't get a chance to even prepare for their precious Nationals competition. And that, Miss Rose, leaves us with a Nationals trophy, as well as infinite popularity and class. Do I make myself clear?"
Marley chuckled darkly before replying. "Crystal, Coach Sylvester."
"Excellent. Now get the hell out of my office." Coach Sylvester smirked, pointing to the door.
"Thank you, Coach. I won't let you down." Marley smirked once again, grabbing her bag and exiting the trophy-filled office.
As Marley swung her hips and walked, she noticed Ryder sitting on the floor, his back against the lockers, inspecting his glasses, the hallways completely deserted. He looked like he had just witnessed the death of a thousand kittens, and the nearby Cheerio smirked at her soon-to-be test subject. She forced a concerned expression on her face, and crouched down beside the Glee Clubber. As soon as he noticed her there, the brown-eyed boy winced slightly, but now seeing her expression and identifying it as a concerned one; he gazed into her big, blue eyes questioningly.
"What do you want, Marley? Cause I've already changed my clothes twice today already, thanks to your friends." He murmured tiredly, turning back to his glasses and inspecting a few scratches that the jocks had made. Marley, in a way, admired how he sort of stood up to her, but moved forward in her plan, convincing herself she could never respect or admire him.
"Oh, they're not my friends, don't worry." She sighed as she sat next to him, hitting her back against the metal lockers, purposely sounding exhausted. "You know, my life kind of sucks right now, Ryder." He blushed when she said his name – perfect, she thought. "I mean, I completely flunked out on my algebra test, and I don't know what to do now." She whined, hoping it would work, and boy, it did.
"I-I could tutor you, Marley," he stammered as he began, looking down as he realised it was such a long shot for a guy like him. "I mean, if you want…" he inspected his glasses again before securing them back on his face. He was surprised to say the least when her face lit up.
"O.M.G. Are you for real? I would love that!" she said with enthusiasm (it was all fake, though). She bent over and pulled him into a hug, and he hugged back, a little bewildered. Nonetheless, a Cheshire-cat-style grin spread across his face as he breathed in her sweet vanilla scent, and then she was thanking him as they got up. "Come to mine this Thursday, 6pm sharp! I'll Facebook message you the details, honey." Marley bit her lip and waved at him somewhat seductively, packing the final punch on her master plan, then spun around and walked, swinging her hips, a smirk painted back on her face.
And there you have it – chapter 2, complete. Anyway, did any of you guys see A Katy Or A Gaga? There's hope, Ryley fans – I spot a Jarley break up on the horizon, and god, do I hope it's true. Us Ryley fans have taken a lot, if you look back on it! Phew. And ughhh, Jake is totally my least favourite. And everyone was being such a bitch to Marley! Anyway, see you (hopefully) soon. Keep reviewing – I love them! I'd post answers to your reviews but I'm pretty tired and had a pretty rough day, but hopefully I'll remember next time!
-Beth x