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Chapter 8.
Annie p.o.v
Monday 6th May
So, today is the school assembly. I am nervous, yes. We rehearse, rehearse, and rehearse, until it's perfect. The school assembly is at 12, and here we are, 9'oclock in the morning, on our way to Glee.
I walk down the hallway, with my glasses on when I see Mr. Schuester. His forehead is crumpled, and he doesn't look very happy. Principle Figgins is talking, well, more like shouting but I think that's my hangover.
Then just whispers "Why are you screaming?" and I laugh.
I see the other Glee members, and they're all wearing sunglasses. I go over, smiling. On the inside, my head is throbbing, and if anyone mentions anything to do with vomit, I will puke.
I avoid Sam, and don't talk to him all day, which is probably best since Artie gives us some bloody Mary. When it comes to 12:00'oclock, we all meet backstage in our costumes, and damn. My eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. He's wearing a beanie, and black sleeveless top, and his arms. He smiles, and I quickly convert my gaze to Rachel. She tells us to gather round, and pours us each a cup of this stuff which looks like...I don't know. Something. It tastes like Oreo's and cough syrup, which isn't the nicest taste, but it's supposed to calm your nerves, so I gulp it down anyway.
We get into our positions on stage, and the curtain lifts up as the music starts pumping out the beat. My eyes are indeed on Sam the entire time. Do you know how annoying that is? Especially when you're trying to dance. Then I hear Britany stop singing which can't be right because she's our lead. And then...
"Blergh!"
I turn to see Britany, who has just thrown up all over Rachel, who runs off with that OMG look on her face. Then Santana pukes too, and Britany just says: "Everybody drink responsibly," which might have been the smartest thing she's ever said in her life. Then I have to run off too.
When I emerge from the toilets, Sam is there, leaning on the door frame.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine now," I tell him.
He smiles, and my heart melts, and then I run off.
Tuesday 7th May.
I go straight to my locker, and can't for the life of me remember the combination. It takes me a good few minutes of hard thinking, then I stop, and start wondering what's for lunch, and it pops into my head. I'm wondering what sort of punishment we'll get for yesterday and how lucky I am to have science first because I can sleep, whilst unloading my bag. Sleep...Aaah. I still have that post-hangover headache, which is horrible.
I clutch a science text book to my chest and try to get some order in my locker. It looks like a bomb has exploded in there or something.
"Annie," a voice says softly from my left.
"Sam," Stage 1 – be distant; make him wonder.
"How are you? When I took you back on Saturday you were pretty out of it,"
"Jesus, I wasn't that bad!" I widen my eyes, even though I don't fully remember him taking me home.
"Are you serious? You were paralytic. I had to carry you to your room, and get you into pyjamas," he leans forward.
My mouth drops. So that's why I woke up in my PJ's! Oh My God he undressed me!
As I continue to stare at him, the blonde boy raises his eyebrows and smirks.
"You...you undressed me?" I lower my voice to a hiss.
"Oh yeah. And you know what that means, don't you?"
"I'm pretty sure I don't want to know,"
"Probably not, but I'll tell you anyway,"
"Of course you will," I reply bitterly, adjusting the pictures on the inside of my locker door.
"Now I can look at you, and I know what's underneath the clothes," he smirks.
I roll my eyes, as he puts his hands in his letterman jacket pockets. Then he leans in really close, and whispers in my ear: "34C," and my mouth drops. And he even has the audacity to squeeze my ass as he walks away!
I let out an irritated grunt, and slam my locker door which sounds like someone has just shot a bullet into my eardrum.
I sit in science and watch him and Puck act all stupid, melting pens with Bunsen burners, and flicking bits of paper at me. Puck signals for me to open the paper aeroplane which he just sent my way. I snort, shaking my head as I unfold the pretty disastrous model. My jaw hits the floor as I read Puck's writing:
'34C eh Annie? ;) 3'
I think of what to reply because my brain is almost dead, then i write:
'Yeah, I wish i had tits like yours though. They're freaking huge :/ '
And I get back:
'You're not doing too badly'
'More than I can say for you.'
You want my penis ;D
I snort. Please.
'Yeah, the whole 1 inch.'
That's a girl asking for proof!
No it's not.
'Bring it on losers.'
'Oh we will ;) LOVEYOU! 3'
I crumple the aeroplane, and toss it at the trash can, giving myself a mental high five when it goes in. I put my head in my hands, and then look at the work sheet given out my teacher: 'list the dangers of cannabis'.
I huff, and write: 'you might actually have fun'.
"So," I jump, and find Rachel being the source of the voice. Of course.
"Oh jeez Rachel, what now?" I fling my pencil down.
"I only desire the answer to a simple question," she slides into the seat beside me, and I'm suddenly cautious. Nothing is ever simple when it's Rachel Berry.
"What's that?"
"What's going on between you and Samuel?"
My face flushes. "I don't kiss and tell Berry,"
"No, but he does,"
I look up at the girl. "What do you mean?"
She pulls out her pink i-Pod touch, hacks into the school internet, and finds Jacob Ben Israel's blog. The video is labelled 'Saturday night shocks'. She hands me a pair of pink earphones, (which is very typical of Rachel Berry) so I plug them in and press play.
The camera shakes its way into the boys' locker room, where they find Sam, and a bunch of other guys from the football team.
"Sam Evans; is it true that you invested in advanced photo-editing software?"
Sam looks up. "What?"
I laugh at his cluelessness.
"The photo's that were posted via Facebook of you and hot new Cheerio Annie Fredricks,"
He stares down, concentrating as he threads his belt through the loop holes of his jeans. "What about them?"
"Are you suggesting that they're legitimate?" I hear the shock in Jacob's voice.
"Look; I don't know what that word means, but I can assure you that they're real,"
"How do you know?"
How does he know? Oh my jeez. Seriously?
"Well, because; I was there. And Annie was there, and we were making out. On Rachel's couch. I remember,"
"But there was alcohol consumed?"
"Well, yeah but-"
"We spoke to the Vomit Queen earlier today and she fessed up that she locked lips with the brand new Cheerio. Is it true that Miss. Fredricks also made out with the MILF Quinn Fabre, your ex-girlfriend?"
He looks totally confused.
"Well yeah...we played spin the bottle, and they kissed but-"
"And how does that make you feel?" Jacob interrupts him again.
"How does what make me feel?" Sam asks, his tone frustrated.
"The fact that the love of your life might be after your new candy,"
"That's insane," Sam responds, pulling the grey jumper over his wet hair.
"What can you say about the Santana, Britany, and Annie love triangle?"
"I don't know anything about that," Join the club, "But Annie is definitely batting for this team," Sam lifts up his shirt and tenses his abs.
"And we now have an official confirmation. Step back ladies of McKinley, this trouty mouth belongs to one Annie Fredricks!"
"Stop twisting my words I never said that," Sam frowns.
'Bless him. This his first ever McKinley blog attack. He'll get used to that' Rachel thinks to herself.
"So she is involved with Britany Peirse and/or Quinn Fabre?"
"Look, dude, I don't understand half the things you're saying, but I can tell you this; Annie Fredricks said hello to second base," then he leans right into the camera and does this gorgeous wink.
Jacob's jaw mops the floor, and he says: "Glee Club Scores!" and then the video ends.
I pop out the headphones.
"Well, I would be a lot more offended if I know what second base was,"
I'm not lying. But then again, he made everything public, in the hope of possibly humiliating me, and also hoping that the whole 'him with his shirt off' thing turned me on. I mean it did. Along with the rest of the female student body. But Jacob announced Mouth as mine. I don't think he realises what in the hell he's just started. Sam wanted it to be clear that he wears the trousers in this 'non-existent-for-the-moment' relationship.
Oh I am so onto his game.
And he's going to know it.
2:25 p.m.
In Spanish.
Staring at the back of Sam's head, tired of trying to figure out half of the stuff Mr. Schuester has written on the board. I'm sitting next to Mike, who is lobbing paper balls at Finn and Puck, and then an announcement hits the loudspeakers.
"Heeeeeeeey there sexxxyy ladyyy,"
There's no mistaking it: it's quite clearly a drunken . Oh my jeez.
At the words 'I rode a bull and I was thinking of you' I turn to Mike, and he looks a little bit scared.
He must've been really off his face because the message is to Coach Sylvester.
3:10 p.m.
In Principle Figgins office.
"We're screwed," I chew on my lip.
"I'm probably gonna get suspended," Puck sighs, looking at me.
"I think you'll definitely get suspended. I think you'll all get suspended," Mr. Schuester confirms, sounding stressed.
Then the Principle comes in and congratulates us. Our show was amazing, and he has had no drunken students today for the first.
Wow.
In the choir room.
We sign a contract which means that we can't drink until after National's.
Mr. Schue tells us to look in the top corner because that's his cell phone number.
Sam goes: "Yes!"
If he's gay, I'm suing someone.
At home.
Facebook.
Noah 'Puck' Puckerman: So, is anyone actually going to stick to that contract?
Mercedes Jones: Yes!
Santana Lopez: Yep.
Sam 'I am' Evans: Yeah.
Rachel Barbra Berry: I'm never touching anything alcoholic ever again...
Noah 'Puck' Puckerman: What if I asked you to pass me a drink?
Rachel Barbra Berry: Noah, don't be stupid. I would tell you to get it yourself and not be so lazy. But that won't happen because no one will be drinking.
Genie 'blows' Puckerman: You guys are so dull :/ No alcohol? It's depressing.
Noah 'Puck' Puckerman likes this.
Annie Fredricks: I don't need alcohol to have fun!
Genie 'blows' Puckerman: *Cough* Sam.
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Sam 'I am' Evans: Why am I getting dragged into this? :S
Annie Fredricks: I don't know |: I think Genie is trying to make this awkward.
Genie 'blows' Puckerman: I don't need to. You two are already doing a fine job of it yourselves (;
Kurt Hummel: Who thinks that Mr. Schuester should get Facebook?
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Sam 'I am' Evans: Should we call him and ask?