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P.S. In regards to some of the dialogue in this chapter... Too much improvising at Drama Workshops...
It took every ounce of control to not tear everybody in that school to shreds that day. There was an official inquiry as to where the photos came from, but no one said anything and the basketball team just got away with it. It annoyed him to high heaven that they just got away with it.
Oh and why didn't anyone tell him Jewfro was back? Yeah. Between third and fourth he just happened to 'run into him' in the corridor. Well, he was kind of happy about that because he let out his pent up frustrations of the kids face. It felt amazingly good and Puck was pretty please with himself after leaving the kid black and blue on the football field. He had no idea how the freak got back to school, so after his beating, he asked.
"What the fuck are you doing back here?" Puck demanded. He walked over to his bag and pulled out a bottle of water, downing it. Jacob was clutching his stomach, lying behind the bleachers with a bloody nose and broken glasses.
"It's... only school... area..." he wheezed through broken breaths.
Puck drank his water and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "You did realise we were gonna beat you up almost every day, right?"
"Uhuh..." he wheezed. "Warned... mum... dad... said I... had no other... choices." His whole voices hitched on the last note, three octaves above average. "No criminal... charges pressed... cause... dad's worked something... out."
"You still got a blog?"
"No... suspended."
Puck nodded. "Yeah well, you got of pretty lucky." And with that he shrugged his bag over his shoulder and walked off.
~*~
In the dimly lit auditorium, Rachel sat on stage, leaning against the piano. She was cleaned off now, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. It was because of the fact that she had been so distracted with everything else going on, she hadn't restocked her spare clothing supply in a while. They were actually her jeans from 'Don't Stop Believing' and her top from 'Keep Holding On'.
She hadn't asked for any of this. The teasing, the 'RuPaul' the slushies... none of it. She didn't understand any of it and what freaked her out further was that she didn't understand how Noah fell into all of this or where.
He was her boyfriend, yes. That much they had learnt. But was he her boyfriend to protect her from boys like Markus Wilson, or were they not that open with her relationship? To be truthful, she didn't want other people to know about their relationship.
Glee club was fine, especially seeing as she could official define them as her friends, but others were not. "Penny for your thoughts?"
Rachel looked across the stage to see Finn standing there awkwardly, as always. "Quinn wants me to make her a peanut butter and avocado sandwich and I kind of don't, so I'm hiding out." He went and sat down next to Rachel, both of them staring out to the audience. "You know, we're figuring out how to get back at the basketball team."
"Please don't." Rachel said. "It will just make matters worse if you retaliate over this. Especially seeing as..." She just trailed off and looked out into the audience of empty seats.
"Seeing as what?" Finn asked.
Rachel sighed. "Seeing as I don't know if anyone knows about Noah and myself yet. Don't tell anyone... we're going out."
"I know. Quinn told me."
"How come Quinn knows?" Rachel groaned, not really asking seeing as she already knew. But Finn answered for her anyway.
"She's the only one with myspace left on account of facebook isn't unblocked off her internet yet. You two changed your statuses at the same time."
Rachel huffed and rested her chin on her knees. "Yes well, it seems that no one else knows, except for all of Glee, so could you and Quinn please refrain from telling anybody else from the student body, please?"
Finn then blinked because he felt like he was experiencing that weird thing with that name he could never remember... Something that reminded him of Dijon Mustard...
"Déjà vu." he said aloud and Rachel looked like he was crazy.
"Excuse me?"
"Déjà vu." Finn said. "I had a similar conversation with Puck this morning." And then he kind of winced because he didn't know if he should be telling her this.
"You did?" Rachel stared at him and the clambered up to her knees. "Wait, what did he say? Did he say anything about our relationship status and whether or not it was a private or outward thing? Did he mention anything of the kind?"
Finn pulled away, more out of fear than anything else and put his hands up defensively. "No, he was just as confused as you about it and then he told me my socks aren't lucky."
"Your socks?!" Rachel almost squealed. "What does anything have to do with your socks?!"
"I don't know, it was a passing comment!" Finn shouted.
"Argh, you're hopeless!" Rachel fell back into a sitting position and leaned back on the piano. "I want to go out with Noah, I really do but especially after this morning... being his girlfriend makes me a bigger target to bullying and humiliation than I already am. I do not mind the constant bullying that I seem to receive from the basketball team, which I must say is slightly more abrasive than the brand of bullying the football team previously gave me, however since your little 'beat-up' in my backyard the other night, the basketball team has... upped the ante."
"Who'd they put up uppers?" Finn asked.
Rachel just rolled her eyes. "Upped the ante. It means raised the stakes. As in..." she sighed and just pulled out her telephone, handing it over to Finn. "My inbox is filled because the basketball team, especially Markus, feels the need to send me highly offensive messages and unimpressive photographs, some of me and from the blog incident and others of... some highly sexualised women and men."
Finn checked out a few of the messages and then had to stop reading. They varied from taunts to suggestions. "You haven't told Puck about this, have you?" Finn guessed.
"He has enough to deal with at the moment." Rachel said stiffly, and put her phone back into her pocket. "I am very fine with the Glee club knowing about my relationship with Noah and in that instance, I am very open about that. But the rest of the school are not the Glee club and they have their own personal judgements and prejudices about his kind and my kind mixing. The jocks and the geeks." She verified for Finn's confused face. "I do not believe the backlash which we would experience would be healthy for our relationship in such early stages of development and I do not want to see him beating people up for the names and horrors that people will call and inflict upon me once we are... outed."
"Well..." Finn understood the basics of that. "Why don't you just like... tell him?"
Rachel sighed, "Because it is not that simple. Because if he doesn't feel the same way and wishes to out our relationship, then Noah will see my views as an excuse to deny the fact I am seeing him. He may see it as... as if I don't want to be with him. Or as if I am ashamed of him."
"Are you?" Finn had to ask and Rachel reached out and slapped him across the face. He was stunned.
"How dare you insinuate such a thing." she said, clearly hurt. "I love Noah as a friend and can see our relationship blossoming into something more and something that I will not be ashamed of. It is the repercussions that we shall receive from others that I am afraid of. I do not want to be hurt anymore Finn and those taunts and jibes that we will receive from other students could either make or break my relationship with Noah. I'm not ready for it to break yet."
Finn was too busy rubbing his cheek to process much else. "Okay then, make or break." He thought about it for a second. "Well, if you can't tell him, what are you going to do?"
After a moment of thinking about it, Rachel's eyes lit up like a thousand bulbs in the middle of the night. "Could you speak to him?"
Finn frowned. "What?"
"Could you speak to him? Could you ask him what he wants to do and then tell me? Please?" Rachel grabbed his hands. "You live with him Finn and you're his best friend. Just, ask him how he feels about all of this and then report back to me so I know how to best move forward from here. Please, oh please, Finn could you do this for me?"
Finn was again stunned. "Rach, Puck, me and feelings... we don't go down so well. Kind of like orange juice, apple juice and milk, the feelings being the milk cause I kind of like apple-orange juice but the milk..."
"Finn!" Rachel exclaimed, grabbing onto his shoulders and looking him dead in the eye. "Please. If not for me, then for what you owe me. Remember? You said you'd make it up to me someday. Let this be the day."
Finn groaned, but Rachel was right. He did promise her, before and after trotting all over her heart. And he had let her down a lot. And he had pretty much been an asshole and led her on when he knew that there was no chance of it happening because he had a kid on the way. So he nodded hopelessly and agreed and Rachel screamed excitedly and threw herself onto Finn, hugging him. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She then pushed him at arms distance. "You also need to promise me you aren't going to tell him that I asked you to do this. Promise?"
"Yeah, I promise." he said.
~*~
Puck was running laps when Finn found him after school, pumping hard around the track. Finn joined him half way through and silently, the two found a rhythm together and kept each other moving forward. In the last fifty-meter stretch, Puck glanced at Finn with a smirk, and started running harder. Finn grinned and ran faster too, trying to beat him.
With the finish line just ahead, the two ran hard and ran fast, trying to beat the other, with matching grins on their faces. Finn won, but Puck claimed it was because he had twelve laps on him. "I could have fifty laps on you and I'd still whoop your ass." Finn said, falling back on the bleachers. He knew he was wrong though. There was a reason why Puck was the runner for the team. It wasn't just because he did the best dance when he scored either (although, that was apart of the tryouts for some reason).
"You still pissed about this morning?" Finn asked, pulling a towel out of his bag. Act cool, you're doing this 'cause you owe Rachel one.... or five.
Puck raised both his eyebrows. "What do you think? I've beaten up four freaks today and not one of them was the freak I wanted to beat on."
Finn nodded kind of agreeing. "Have you talked to Rachel about any of this? Or about the stuff we talked about this morning?"
His eyebrows went up further. "You know the answer to that."
"No?"
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"No."
"What?"
Puck tilted his head back and groaned. "No, I haven't talked to Rachel about any of it."
"Why?"
"You know why."
"No, really. I don't." Finn leaned back on the bleacher behind him as he drank some water while Puck just wiped the sweat off of his face. "Explain."
"You know how I feel about... talking." Puck said, his face twisted up in disgust. "I'm not really good at it. Like, especially when it comes to the things she probably wants to talk about, 'cause I really don't know what to say about that. Plus I'm riled 'cause I want to shove Markus head first into a grave, but like... I don't know if that's acceptable cause her and I haven't talked."
Finn frowned. "So you want to beat up Markus for her so you can calm down enough so you can talk to Rachel about whether or not you're allowed to beat up Markus for her, right?"
Puck thought about it for a moment and then nodded. "Right."
"And do you want to beat up Markus for her?"
"Duh."
Finn rolled his eyes and shoved Puck. "Okay, stupid question. Do you want everyone to know you're beating up Markus for her? Like, do you want people to know that you're going out or not?"
Puck frowned, leaning forward. "Yeah and no." When there was silence, Puck realised Finn was waiting for an explanation. "Gleeks are cool to know cause they're like whatever... but I don't want everyone else finding out cause like, I don't want her to get bullied over it or anything and I don't want our relationship to be fucked from the get go because of what other people are saying. I mean, I'll probably be pissed off all the time because of people giving us dirties."
Finn smirked, because this was basically everything that Rachel had said, compacted into a small, easy to understand paragraph. He was kind of grateful for it because he had developed a headache at lunch trying to translate all of Rachel's big words.
"Well dude, just tell her that."
"I can't man." Puck said. "Cause like, what if she thinks that I'm only saying it because I don't want to be seen with her? Or like, if I'm embarrassed she's my girlfriend."
Finn raised his eyebrow. "Are you?"
Puck punched Finn in the shoulder. Hard. "Fuck no! I just don't want her to get hurt."
This déjà vu thing sucks... Finn thought, rubbing his arm. "Okay, okay... so what are you going to do?"
Puck thought about it for a moment then turned to Finn, a grin plastered on his face. Finn didn't like that smile. It was the one Puck had given him before he had convinced his it would be alright to ride his skateboard down that massive hill, on his back. It was also the same one he'd given him before telling him it would be fine to break into their teachers draw when they were in Middle School to steal back their home made ninja stars.
Riding down hill, Finn had broken his arm, fractured two ribs, twisted his ankle and still has a scar wrapped around his leg. Puck got off with a concussion and heavy bruising. Eventually, Finn and Puck managed to steal back said ninja stars, only for Puck to throw one and for it get lodged in Finn's shoulder. Finn needed to get a tetanus shot after that because said ninja stars were made out of soup can lids.
For some reason, whenever Puck got this grin, it would end Finn up in the emergency and this time, he wasn't going to let that happen. "Whatever you're thinking, unthink it and get on with your life." Finn said, standing up.
"No dude, I swear, it's a good idea." Puck stood up and followed Finn to the lockers. "It won't even get you into trouble. It's like spy recon mission. It'd be so cool."
"No."
"Come on, it'd be helping me with my love life."
"Nope."
"All you've got to do is talk to Rachel."
Finn stopped, frowning. If it was just talking, how bad could it be? "Okay, fine. Only if it is just talking."
"It is dude, I swear." Puck grabbed both of Finn's shoulders and turned him around so he could look him straight in the eye. "Go ask Rachel about it. Find out how she feels and then come back and tell me."
Finn's jaw literally dropped and he had no idea what to say. "W-What?"
"You heard me." Puck clapped Finn on the shoulder. "Please, just like, do this for me. Thanks man, you're the best." Puck jogged off, looking a lot happier. He then stopped and turned to look back at Finn. "Oh yeah and promise not to tell Rachel we had this conversation."
"Promise." Finn said weakly and just let Puck run off. He was a hell of a lot more confused than before.
~*~
It was Quinn who found Finn in his state of confusion, coming by his house after school to pick up her books she'd left in his bag because they were too heavy for her to carry. Puck was taking Isla to some newsagency in the middle of nowhere that sold some collectors magazine she wanted and they had to hunt it down. Finn was invited to tag along but he could not be bothered and was too lost in his own thoughts to care.
When Quinn walked up to his room to get her things, she found Finn lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. "What's up?" she asked curiously, in an oddly bubbly mood. She blamed the hormones. One minute she was feeling happy and high and almost... nice, and the next she was grumpy and a bigger bitch than usual.
She was almost and four months and she only had a small bump that looked like she ate a burger and it sat heavily in her lower abdomen. For that she was kind of grateful. If she had a big baby bump, it would be harder to explain to her narrow-minded parents.
"Nothing Quinn. Absolutely nothing."
Quinn sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned over him. "Tell the truth."
He made a face. "Promised that I couldn't."
Quinn frowned. "You promised someone that you couldn't tell me something?" Finn could hear the anger slowly coming out of her voice and he put up his hands in defence.
"No, no..." Finn then stopped. "Actually, no I didn't. I only promised I couldn't tell the other one something."
"The other what?" Quinn asked.
"Not the other what, the other who."
"Who's the other what?"
"The other who!"
Quinn growled. "Will you just tell me?!"
Finn sat up and looked Quinn right in the eye. "Rachel asked me to ask Puck about their relationship and when I did, Puck asked me to ask Rachel about the same thing but both of them got me to swear not to tell the other one and I know the answers to both of their questions, which by the way, they both want a hidden relationship, except the Glee club can know, but I'm not allowed to tell either one of them the answers because I promised not to tell the other I'm asking questions, for the other."
Quinn frowned, "I will never understand how you understood all of that, but I get it."
Finn raised his eyebrow, weakly. "You do?"
Quinn nodded, patting his leg. "I do. And I have an idea to put you out of your misery."
"I was hoping you would say that."
~*~
Quinn is a genius, Puck realised later in the night as he was making out with Rachel in the front seat of his car. A not-so-pure and horribly good genius.
It happened like this.
Rachel got a text message at six pm telling her to meet Finn in half an hour at the 7/11 and that he was going to be in Puck's truck because his car had broken down. Rachel thought that it at least explained partly why Finn never drove anymore but she had always thought that it was because it was easier for Puck to drive both of them to school everyday.
She told her fathers she was going to pick something up and would be home soon. Butterflies were dancing in her stomach as she considered all the possibilities of what Finn was about to say to her. She really did want to give Puck a proper chance and she only hoped that he did too.
At six pm, Puck and Finn were already at the 7/11 and were parked out front of it, eating hotdogs and talking about football. Neither of them saw Quinn's BMW pull up a few car spaces away, but it didn't really matter. They were talking about Sunday nights game, when they both heard a beep. Finn's head snapped towards it, but Puck just briefly looked up. "Hey, man I'm going to go get another slushie, want one?"
Puck shook his empty cup and nodded. "Yeah dude, grape."
Finn jumped out of the car, bought two grape slushies and put them both in the truck, passing one to Puck and leaving the other on the seat. "I'll be back dude. Got to go piss."
Puck nodded and started drinking his second slushie, turning up the radio as he nodded to the beat. He listened to three songs before he realised that Finn had been gone for a while. He opened up the door to his truck, determined to go out to find him, when he heard the other door to his truck open. He turned briefly, about to abuse Finn but it wasn't Finn standing there, door half open and jaw slackened.
"Rachel?" he asked, frowning.
"You're not Finn." she said, a little confused.
"I was about to say the same to you." Puck then paused, his frown deepening. "Why the hell would you think I was Finn? It's my truck."
"I... uh..." Rachel was lost for word. "He said he'd meet me here." she said hesitantly. "At six thirty. I know it's six-thirty-five but..."
The pieces fell together for Puck at that instant and the squealing of tyres and the silver BMW driving away at the speed of light confirmed it. "We've been set up." Puck winced.
"Set... Set up?" Rachel was confused. "How so?"
Puck shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I asked Finn to ask you something and I guess this is his way of saying, 'no'."
"O-Oh." Rachel was confused to say the least. "Well, um... if there is no reason for me being here, my fathers think I'm at Tina's house so... I should probably..."
At the exact same time, both of their phones went off, screeching out two very different ring tones. Rachel had the simple Nokia message alert while Puck had 'ACDC Back in Black'.
Puck smirked, "I don't think that was a coincidence." Rachel laughed nervously and then pulled her mobile out of her front pocket as did Puck.
[QBFinn]: Im teKniKly not breakin my promise cuz Im sendin this msg 2 both of u N u both made me promise not 2 do the same thing. U both want 2 keep the relationship hidden from every1 but Gleeks N u both want this thing 2 work. U both said the EXACT same speech N both asked me 2 ask the other wat they think... Dnt confuse me agen, plz? Slushie is 4 Rach. G'night.
"I think that is the longest text he's ever sent in his life." Puck joked and then looked at Rachel with a grin. Both their texts went off again and they both checked it.
[Q]: Just so u 2 idiots know, this was my idea. Stop confusin my bf. Kisses, Q
Puck shot Rachel a smirk and Rachel just smiled back, hopping into the car and taking the seat of the slushie. Nervously, she started to sip it and Puck just looked at her, smiling back. He reached out his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders, bringing her in closer and letting her lean on him. He kissed her forehead and continued to drink his own grape slushie, both of them staring at 7/11.
They didn't need to talk, because all the talking was done. They knew what they wanted and needed from each other and it was fine. So once Rachel had finished her slushie, when Puck tilted her head back and started making out with her, both of them knew it was perfectly acceptable. And fine. And fun.
When his lips massaged hers open and his tongue, furiously cold from the slushie, ran over her own tongue and then across her teeth sending frozen shivers down her spine, Rachel figured there was no place she'd rather be.
And when Rachel whimpered because of frozen feeling and squeezed the back of his neck tighter, rubbing the nape of his mohawk harder, Puck figured pretty much the same thing.
He managed to creep his hands up her shirt and graze the underside of her bra with his fingertips, Rachel letting out a chuckle and moan, and curling up further into his body.
When they finally broke apart, for air and to share whatever of her grape slushie Rachel had left, it was surprisingly Puck who wanted to talk. "Does this mean I can't publicly beat down on Markus and defend your honour?"
"Unfortunately, no. Not that I condone violence however. Miss Pillsbury and Principal Figgins have assured me however that they are looking into the matter and appropriate punishment will be handed out. I heard they found Jacob beaten up behind the bleachers."
"Yeah well, sucker tripped over didn't he?" Puck pushed her hair out of her face, leaned down and kissed her again. "He's actually pretty lucky. Last time I beat him up, I knocked his nose out of place. This time, I punched it back into its socket."
Rachel rolled her eyes, "I don't really want to know."
Puck leaned back in his seat, holding Rachel tighter to his side. "I really do want to kick Markus's ass though."
"I too would like revenge. Especially for what he said to Matt, which whilst may not have been offending to me, may have seriously damaged Matthew's self-esteem."
Puck raised his eyebrow. "I seriously doubt that but, what'd he say."
"He called Matt, Heredia." Rachel said looking at him pointedly. When it didn't seem to register Rachel said it again. "Heredia." Again, Puck looked lost. "Wilson Jermaine Heredia, also known as the actor who played Angel in the original production of Rent as well as portraying him in the 2005 film? He's played a cross-dresser twice actually, once as Angel and once in Law and Order... or was it CSI? I am always getting confused between the two."
"Isn't rent that musical you wanted me to see and you told me there was two lesbians in it?"
Rachel rolled her eyes, "Of course you would remember that particular detail about the plot, but yes, yes it is."
"And Angel is..."
"The cross dresser who falls in love with Tom Collins." Rachel sighed, "When you said you would hire it out soon and watch it privately in case the death of one of the characters, which I still refuse to mention, effects you as much as it effected me, you were lying weren't you?"
"No babe," he rubbed her arm and kissed her on the forehead. "I just haven't gotten around to it yet."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "I feel sorry for Matt."
"Trust me babe, he didn't understand. I don't understand how Wilson knew..." Puck blinked and then raised his eyebrows. "You go to the theatre a lot, don't you Rach?"
"Yes."
"Ever seen Markus there?"
"No."
"Damn..."
"But I've heard him humming 'Cell Block Tango' as he walks past in the hallways. Sometimes even 'Don't do Sadness'." Rachel looked at him and yet again he had no idea what she was talking about. "Chicago and Spring Awakening." She still had the blank look and gave him an exasperated expression. "Musicals Noah, they are musicals."
"Why didn't you just say that?" he asked seriously. "So Marky-Mark has a thing for the show tunes, huh?"
"Noah, I don't like what's going on in that mind of yours."
Puck smirked, "But baby, you do." His smile grew, somewhat evilly. "Oh baby you do."
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JustAmazing: Wow, that was your favourite chap? How'd this one rate :P... Yeah, Artie's sister, I just started writing and really, she turned out to be a lesbian... And just so you know, I, like Rachel, hate Tropical Slushies... well, in Australia we call them slurpees but whatever... So like, Coca-Cola and Raspberry please... ooh... raspberry...
Couragetcd: Aww... now I want to name the next chapter that, but it won't fit into my whole 'Lord of the Rings' thing I've had happening lately... hmm... Oh wait... I just told you about next chapter, if you can put two and two together... Sheet...
FREAKTONIGHT: (Shakes head) yeah, webcam girls... they shit me to tears... like, I want to get all of them, throw them into a room and yell at them until they grow some self-respect... if they don't, well they're all in a room together so might as well incinerate them... (Okay, I did not just say that out loud...)
Belove: thanks for the website... spent like an hour leafing through it. :D
Fantasy's forever: LoL, it was my parents who suggested for me to get away... Not so much from them seeing as they're moving to London at the end of the year anyhow and them I can tolerate... it's the rest of my family... aunts, uncles, grandparents, annoyingly fastidious cousin and another cousin who gets me into trouble whilst I try and cover for him sneaking out and running a muck, cause I want him to have the social life his neurotic parents try to squish out of him... Ugh... yeah, but... STOP BEING PSYCHIC (well, you're getting there with the video tape...)
November123: Aw, thanks... This is probably gonna sound conceited but I'm really not trying to be, I've never understood how people get stage fright... but then again, I get life fright... I prefer the stage... At least on stage you can say 'it was apart of the act... :D
Kkcnelson2002: lol... When I read '40 minutes away' I thought you meant from Sydney and I was like... 'wah?'... THANKS!
Mag721: Aww... You were close to be the 400th reviewer :D... ish... Oh and Matt and Mike were both kind of peeved cause they knew everything as in the whole 'Baby-daddy' drama... and knew the real motif's behind everyone pushing them together...
Ch3lsBishop: Yeah, everyone keeps telling me that philosophy will bore me, but I'm quite interested in it and well, seeing as I not thinking about doing anything definitive with my life as of yet I'm going with it. Yeah, I do acting classes and I've been in a few plays here and there... three original ones, a few Geek ones (I'm usually just the chorus because I can't actually speak Greek...) and a bunch of my friends and I preformed Cell Block Tango at school... I was 'Pop'. But I don't have an acting agent cause in truth, I can't afford one. My uncle is my writing agent and I don't pay him cause he's just a bank manager who's good at negotiating... I'm covered education wise though, cause I've got a uni-fund... And I would love to audition for Glee... it kind of kills me to know they aren't holding auditions next year, when I'd be there and apart of the nation... Yeah, I'm done too.
Xnerdark: I love Beauty and the Beast... it's one of my favourite movies. LoL, they are separate... I was planning on doing a double-degree... which is more family inflicted than anything else but like, I really would want to do it... Thanks for the info!
Diva(dot)divine: Lmao! Yeah, I know a lot of people at NIDA and they're all kind of fucked... I know a few lecturers there too... I'd go but I used to go one of the high schools that run into it (like most kids from the HS go there) and I didn't like the crowd very much... I'm not into very uptight 'me-me-me' people. NIDA are full of 'me-me-me' people... I prefer The Con actually... they're a bit more laid back there and don't make such a big deal over themselves... Yeah, I heard about NYU too... LoL
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The revenge sequence is good... hilarious actually... but I don't have a song for it yet... I'm torn between two...
1. I'll Cover You (Rent)
2. Take me or Leave me (Rent)
If any of you have figured out what I'm doing for revenge (read all of the review answers carefully, cause I do divulge it... kind of...), choose your weapon...
REVIEW!
Love Bibz