Chapter 2
Candy Hearts
Before I begin, I would like to mention that I have a change to one of my ND girls. The submitter of Kaylie, noted that she is Becky's cousin instead, because of the last name. I've also added a couple more characters from my other story to this one – because they reminded me that I had asked. I also need a few more votes for the play. I'm introducing another boy for Candy Hearts, but he might not join until later on. Anyhow, on with the story.
Glee.
Tanner
"Tanner has a crush on Xander Leigh!" sang my best friend, Bailey Macks, as we headed to Spanish class.
"Shut up Bay!" I answer her back.
"That wasn't a denial," she protests, and then we see a new Spanish teacher, and instantly, decided that we would like him. "I knew it," she adds, as we take our seats beside each other, and shortly after, the class begins.
"Alright, first and foremost, over seventy five percent of this class will be spoken in Spanish. Second, I am Mr. Shuester, but you may call me Mr. Shue, as my students did in McKinley," he speaks up, and write the class plans down on the whiteboard.
"Your school choir, New Directions, won Nationals last season, and you're teaching here?" I asked as though it were a surprise, as though, I had just realized who he was.
"Yes, Tanner Cole, that is correct," he announces to the class. Great, now the entire class, knew that I knew something about him.
"Now, if everyone would open up their Spanish books, and turn to page thirty six, we'll get started," Mr. Shuester announces. Then a last minute student rushes in, and announces that his name is Kasen James. He spoke in a southern accent. Oklahoma maybe. He stood just a little of six feet, and I had no idea what he weighed, but he looked athletic. His hair was in somewhat of a failed attempt at spiking it, and had hazel eyes.
"¿Se toma este asiento?" he asks, as he stands at the empty seat at the end of the table.
"Nada," responds Bailey, as she plays with her hair, and I could see her blush.
Finally the forty five minutes is up, and we head to our lockers.
"Bailey has a crush," I sing to her off key as we get to my locker.
"No I don't!" the shoulder length, strawberry blond, golden eyed best friend of mine protested, then she saw it.
"You should audition for that," she tells me, as she saw the flier before I did.
"I'm not signing up for yearbook committee. We all know how that went last time," I tell her.
"It's not, and it's a way to show off Xander your so called singing talent," she tells me. Secretly she had me at singing and Xander.
"Fine. Whatever," I cave in, and then the bell rings announcing that we had better get to our second class of the day.
Glee.
(Aislinn)
"IT' PRONOUNCED ACE-LYNN NOW LET ME PLAY!" I yell at the popular jock, Josh Thompson, who would be playing tonight's game against McKinley.
"Girls don't play football, they cheer lead on the sidelines!" he answers me back, as he throws the football to one of his teammates.
"You know what Joshua Michael Thompson," I began, as I called him by his full name, and I knew I had his attention. "It's the fall, which is aka the beginning of the school year, and girls can play football. I bet you've never heard of Erin DiMeglio," I get my full statement out, as I meet his blue-gray eyes.
"Nope not a clue. Is he an imaginary friend of yours?" he asks, as he's about to laugh at my statement, and high fives one of the team-mates beside him.
"No, but she is a student in Florida, who made national headlines when she became the first ever high school female to make the football team, and I'm sure, she could kick your ass!" I explain to him. "So tonight, as soon as the final bell rings, I'll be in the coaches office, getting my uniform," I add, knowing that I had just put him in his place.
"You won't get it!" I hear him yell at me, as I head for my locker instead of listening to him. I wanted the spot, even if it was to show him I could do something.
"Ace, you look kick-ass this morning," I hear the quarter back. Whitney Johnson, tell me, as I reach my locker, which is beside his. Damn he looked gorgeous today wearing his Ravens jersey. His sandy blonde hair once again matched his hazel eyes. He stood six foot one, beside my height of four foot five. I attempt to slide some of my brown hair out of my eyes, and play with my locker combination.
"Thanks Whit," I finally tell him, after the words form, and I look up at him again.
"So what class you headed to?" he asks me with a smile.
"Classic Literature," I tell him as we pass a flier that was trying to get students to join Glee Club, and see a couple of students wearing a Luther Corp. band t-shirt. Groupies, I assume to myself.
"Hey, I'll see you later. Don't forget about the game tonight," he tells me, as we stand outside the door of the room.
"Whit, don't worry about it. I'll be at the game, I'll even be on the team," I tell him, as I head inside just before the bell rings. Then one of the boys wearing a Luther Corp. band tee walks in, and sits in the seat beside me.
Glee.
(Kaden)
I show up ten seconds late, and the only available seat is beside a short girl who had dirty blonde hair with brown highlights, which looked like they had gone to about a quarter of the way down her back, and had brown eyes, which had really stood out because of the mascara she was wearing.
"I saw you walking in the hallway," I tell him for no reason, as I place myself in the seat. "Anyway, aside that, I'm Kaden Mavericks, and in case you're wondering, which I doubt you are, Luther Corp is my band," I tell her. Then I realized that she had wanted to say something.
"Geez, that was a fascinating introduction, I'm Aislinn Deyes," I tell him.
"Kaden Mavericks, and Aislinn Deyes, this isn't Facebook, and this isn't flirting time, and Mr. Mavericks, what would your girlfriend say about that?" Mrs. Wenworth announces for the entire class to hear.
"I wasn't flirting, I was promoting my band," I tell Mrs. Wentworth "Besides, you know I don't have a girlfriend," I added.
"Ok, can we get started then?" she asks, as she writes something on the whiteboard.
"We'll be reading Of Mice and Men," she announces. "Has anyone here, aside Mr. Mavericks read this book before?" she asks, and then looks around for one student who may have read the book before.
Then another student raises her hand.
"Very good. Could you tell me about it?" comes Mrs. Wenworth's answer, as she seems surprised that someone else aside her repeating student would read the book.
"It was published in 1937 and it became a banned book in the 1990's, and it has been called "vulgar" and "offensive. Honestly, I don't see why it was offensive, it was how they would have handled it back then. I'm sure living retarded back then wasn't easy. They were just looking for the American Dream," the student announced. I wanted to disagree, but I kept my mouth shut.
"Tonight's homework is read the first two chapters, and fill out these worksheets. They will be due first thing tomorrow, and we'll be having a quiz," Mrs. Wentworth announces to us. Then the bell rings, and we head for our lockers, as I don't talk to Aislinn again. Nor do I discover who the other girl was, but head to the quad to catch up with the rest of my friends, so we could work out our band rehearsals for tonight.
"You'll have to have an acoustic rehearsal, I have something to do with the family tonight," our newest, and youngest member, Michael Laik tells us.
"Not cool man, trust me, ditch the fam and come to our rehearsal," Sky Harrold, our oldest member in the band tells Michael.
"I would, but I can't. Trust me," Michael urges back. I could see that Sky wasn't cool with that.
"That's ok, we'll just move the date over until tomorrow," I tell him, as in the distance, we could tell that the bell had wrung again, announcing our third class of the day.
"Alright man, I'll see you later than. Right now, I need to head for history class," I tell my band-mates, and friends, as I place my messenger bag on my shoulder, and head for class.
Glee.
(Zoe)
There he is. Whitney Johnson. Number 57, Quarterback for the Ravens. Gosh. Only if I had the guts to talk to him, even just to say hi.
"Seriously Zoe, how hard is it to say hi to him?" I hear my friend Anna Chase ask, as we head to science.
"Harder than you think. He's the school's star quarterback, and more likely the Prom King," I mention to her.
"Well looks like you're loosing your shot against wannabe football player. Too bad she doesn't stand a chance on the team, the school won't allow it," she tells me, as we spot the two of them talking together by Aislinn's locker.
"How do you know she doesn't stand a chance? Besides, I'm planning to watch the game tonight at McKinley," I come back, as we step inside the Science room.
"Well good luck with that," she tells me, as we take our seats at the bench in the back of the room.
"What is that supposed to mean? I thought you were my friend, Anna, not some suddenly turned bitch wannabe," I pointed out. "So excuse me, if I go and sit beside, that sort of spiked haired boy," I tell her, as I grab my books, and go to sit beside him, as I had told Anna I was going to do.
"Is this seat taken?" I ask him, then he turns his head and looks at me.
"Not unless you want to make it, so it isn't," he tells me. "I'm Kasen, by the way," he adds with a quick smile.
"Zoe," I quickly tell him, as I sit down beside him, as play with my hair a little bit. "Are you new here, because, I don't recall ever seeing you here before," I tell him quickly.
"Yeah, I moved from Moore, Oklahoma, and just started today," he tells me, as his hazel eyes meet my dark brown eyes. Gosh, he was cute, but not nearly as cute as Whitney.
"So um just a question, but I was wondering if you wanted to go to the football game against McKinley tonight?" I ask as Mr. Clark walks in.
Forty-five minutes later we walk out of class, and head to our lockers, and then I see the flier that I was sure everyone else had seen about joining the glee club.
"You know what Zoe, I think I'll join you for that football game, if you still want to go," Kasen tells me, as he surprises me, because I didn't know he was there.
"Great. Kick off is at 5:30 I tell him," as I shut my locker. "We'll go as friends," I tell him, as I shut my locker and head towards the gymnasium for a game of co-ed volleyball.
Glee.
[McKinley High School – Football Game. Kick-off]
(Aislinn)
"Coach, let my play. I can do this. Just let me show you what I have," I pleaded with the coach.
"I'm sorry Aislinn," Coach tells me. "The game has already started, and you're not on the roster," coach adds as a fumble takes place.
"Coach please," I try again, as I know that nothing will change the answer.
"The answer isn't going to change," Coach tells me. "Johnson, go switch up with Churchill, and keep an eye on that Puckerman kid," he adds changing the subject.
"Sir, Churchill would be best to stay in, it's Westbill, you want to change," I tell him, as I notice what Coach could have as an alternative.
"You know, that doesn't sound so bad, change of plans Johnson, go switch with Westbill," he instructs Whitney, and Whitney does as followed.
"For right now Deyes, you're staying right here," he tells me, as though he finally figured out something. I wasn't technically on the team, but right now, it was the closest I had.
"What are you doing here?" asks Josh, as he comes in for a water break, as another player had been switched with him.
"Making you wonder what I'm doing here," I tell him, as I see McKinley get a touch down. Suddenly I wanted to be on the field.
"You're bad luck," he shoots back at me, and then coach tells him to head back on the field, and send Churchill. I knew, even though, Churchill was coming in, I wasn't going out. Then some annoying kid, somewhere begins to sing Sweet Caroline, and it quickly becomes a trap for us, because we start to lose even more.
Glee.
(Zoe)
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I've been inclined
"You sound good," Kasen tells me, as he looks at me, rather than joining in on the song.
"Thanks," I tell him, and giggle like a little fan girl.
"You should think about joining the glee club," he tells me in high spirits.
"Thanks. Do you want some popcorn, or something? I rather hungry," I wonder.
"I was wondering that myself," he tells me, as he gets up, and follows me to the concession stand.
"It looks like that the Titans are bringing down the Ravens tonight," I hear the boy, possibly the one who had sung Sweet Caroline announced over the speakers. I wondered why Whitney had been playing so poorly tonight, but I wasn't about to mention that. Then as we get back, we see that we're losing still.
"Number 62 on McKinley, I think I may be related to him," Kasen tells me in unison.
"What makes you say that?" I ask curiously.
"Because, I'm related to Puckerman's," he answers me, as the boy takes the winning touchdown for the Titans.
I apologize that this was short chapter. Anyhow with any luck coming up next...
(hopefully) results for the play, one or more ships will start to form, another Sue appearance, and Brad is surprised to discover a family member is in town, and McKinley Auditions.