So, I have nowt to do, I'm sitting at home, in bed, feeling generally crap, and Chapter's 8&9 are mostly fillers, so I figured I'd put them up in one go, and then you'll have more to read. This chapter has quite a few OC's in, they aren't major parts, but I think it would be a bit weird if every person she's ever with was a member of glee. I'm just trying to make it more realistic. And she's also kind of dealing with her whole Quinn situation.

Let me know what you think (: Enjoy. R&R.

Chapter 9.

Wednesday 8th May.

In English there's a student who has been moved into mine and Genie's class. Her name is Ellie . She's English (AN- for one of my best friends Meg. i asked her if she wanted to be American, but she says 'no, English is fine. It's worked out for me so far' :L and I LOL'D my panties),has big light blue eyes, and a pretty smile. She looks kind of...innocent. If that's the word. And she's a bit curvier than me and Genie, but it's good, because she has curves in all the right places. I.e. her boobs are massive. Not that I'm looking or anything, but they're kind of, right there.

She sits behind us so we can't really talk to her, but I will. She looks cool. And English.

10:14 a.m.

In Gym Class.

On the Muga with Genie and Catherine, another Cheerio. Usually I'm with Quinn for Gym, but she caught me staring at her this morning and it was the most awkward thing ever. So here I am, putting up a tennis court. I'll tell you now; the only reason I do tennis, is because the Cricket runs are right next to it, and Sam in a Cricket uniform is one of the sexiest things I've ever seen in my life. But then I see him going over to the other side of the field where the Senior girls doing track running are.

"What? No! Why are they going over there?" my jaw drops as I watch Jennifer, the gorgeous brunette Senior who looks like she'd be a porn star, give Sam a hug, and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Because Jennifer Bailey is over there. Why wouldn't they want to be there?" Genie says, as if it's obvious, while doing a stretch.

"That's true," I reply bitterly.

"It doesn't really matter whether they're over here anyway. We don't have that many attractive guys in our grade," Catherine shrugs.

"What?"

"Have you seen my boyfriend?" Genie asks, incredulously.

I want to say 'Yes Genie, we've seen your boyfriend. Everyone has seen your boyfriend. You won't let us forget that you get to have sex with him on a regular basis'. But I'm a nice person, so I don't.

"You should come and watch a glee rehearsal," I tell her.

"You're alright; you just think everyone is hot. Whereas I have a specific type," Catherine goes into the splits.

"Name one person who you think is hot," I demand.

"Your Mom,"

"That's great," I roll my eyes, and her and Genie laugh.

But then I see the guys making their way to the Cricket pitch, and I'm happy again.

So, things have been a little awkward between Sam and I, but that doesn't change the fact that he's gorgeous. I'll tell you why Cricket is the best sport: hot guys, bending over in tight white trousers? Yes please. Plus Sam actually manages to pull off the stupid helmet. And that's hard to do.

It starts drizzling, which is mildly annoying because for one, my hair and clothes are getting all damp and horrible; two, I can't see to hit the ball, and three, it's not raining enough for Coach Australia (not really but she's from Australia and I don't know her actual name) to let us go in.

"Genie, you absolutely suck at Tennis," I tell her as I glumly hit the ball over the net.

"It's true," Isabel, Catherine's partner nods.

"Tennis just isn't my forte, okay?"

"Yeah, no kidding," I mumble.

"Okay guys, pack up the stuff, let's go," Coach shouts, squinting through the rain, which is now pelting.

We quickly grab our stuff, and make to the girls Gym, with our tennis rackets.

As I'm going past The Cricket pitch, I'm staring at Sam, and then he looks up. Oh My Jeez, how many times is that going to happen? It's super embarrassing. Maybe I should just never look at anyone ever again. It makes me feel stupid.

I drop my gaze straight to the floor. Then I hear him call 'Annie' and when I glance back at him, he gives me this heart melting smile, and waves. I just smile back, and as I walk away, I'm grinning to myself, and my face is flushing.

'That should definitely not make you so happy' the bitchy mini-me on my left shoulder scolds. 'Ooh, but it does' the love struck mini-me on the other shoulder swoons.

"Why are you smiling so hard? It looks like your face is going to crack in half," someone says to my left.

I turn and see Jennifer. Ugh. Even with damp hair and blotchy makeup she looks amazing.

"No reason," I reply stiffly.

She fakes a sneeze, and then says: "Sorry; I'm allergic to bullshit,"

"What the hell ever, you don't know anything about me Jennifer. Why are you talking to me?"

'For an ego boost' bitchy mini me says.

Actually, she completely ignores my question, and says more to herself than me:

"So, Sam is totally cute. In fact, I think he's the only hot guy on the football team that I haven't slept with..." she pulls a thinking face, "Hmm...that needs to be fixed,"

Oh my God, they're totally going to do it. And I don't even know whether me and him did it! I mean all the smiling and stuff? I can't ask him because that would be the sort of uncomfortable where I would just want to crawl under a rock and die.

"Why are you telling me this?" I snap.

"To get that exact reaction," she smirks, "You have the hots for Trouty Mouth. It's obvious,"

"No I don't!"

"So tell me, is Quinn a good kisser?" she leans on the wall outside the gym, looking curious and evil at the same time.

I widen my eyes, feel myself turning scarlet, then turn on my heel and walk brusquely into the gym.

11:00 a.m.

Break.

Britany approaches me by my locker.

"What's up Brit?" I smile at her.

"The ceiling," she smiles back.

I stifle a laugh.

"Did I get it right?"

"Yep. Top marks,"

"Can I have a sticker?" she asks hopefully, "My Mom always gives me these really cool stickers,"

"Sure," I grin, "I'll get you some by Glee, okay?"

"Awesome," the ditzy blonde beams wide, hugging a purple fluffy notepad to her chest.

"What's with the notebook?"

"Well," she leans closer and hushes her voice, "I think my Cat has been reading my Diary, so now if I start writing in my notepad, he might get confused and think it's my Diary. It's top secret though, so if you see Lord Tubbington just act dead. It works every time," she explains.

"Dually noted," I nod.

"You have a notebook too? That's so cool,"

I chuckle.

"So, can I just try something super quick?" she asks.

Oh jeez, should I be worried? But come on, it's Britany. How bad can it be?

"Sure," I shrug.

"Okay," and to my ultimate surprise, she leans right in and kisses me. And it's like a proper 5 second make out.

Then she draws back, smiling. "Thanks,"

I just stand there, too shocked to say anything. People are murmuring, and that's when I see Jacob and his camera crew.

"That's the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life. And I've watched someone walk through fire," he whispers in awe. Then he turns to the camera and says "Glee club scores!"

"Okay, I'll see you at Glee," Britany kisses my cheek and leaves me standing there, completely gobsmacked.

I open my locker, mouth still slightly open from shock, and grab my art pad.

'How can she be so unconcerned?' I think to myself as I scurry to double art. 'I wish I had that much confidence'.

Oh my Jeez, Sam and Quinn are in this lesson.

I walk in; head bowed, and sit at my desk. Our Art class is set out so as on each side of the room there's lots of tables' facing the walls all in one line, then rows of single tables down the middle. I sit on the left, facing the wall, next to Isabel. Quinn is on the other side of the room, and Sam is at the 2nd row from the front in the middle. Genie sits in the row behind him.

The teacher says something about depression and self harm, and canvases, but I'm not really listening. I'm so confused right now. The whole lesbian thing has been circling round the school, and now that blog will help stoke the fire. The fact that Quinn is one of my best friends is going to make this so much harder. Quinn doesn't need this. She's been through worse and come out the other side. I won't. I'm one of those people who can't stand to be gossiped about in the bad way. I can't tolerate the whispers and the stares because I'm paranoid, and it gets too me. Sometimes so badly that I can't sleep.

Maybe I might be licking that side of the stamp. Catching that bus. Maybe I did enjoy kissing Quinn.

But if anyone asks, I will deny it. Call me selfish.

I would.

"Hey Annie," Quinn's voice comes from behind me.

My stomach lurches but I tell myself to power through it.

"Hey Quinn," I turn to face her.

"I just wanted to break the tension,"

"The tension? I didn't know that there was any tension," I lie.

"And thanks for the other night. You know, for worrying," she smiles at me warmly.

I'm momentarily distracted when I see Jennifer in the door window. She purses her lips and blows me a kiss, and then winks.

"It's fine," I turn my attention back to Quinn, "You're one of my best girl friends- not girlfriend, but girl who's a friend so it's perfectly normal for me to worry, I mean I wouldn't want you to die or anything,"

"Okay, first of all Annie; breathe," she puts a hand on my arm, and i get goose bumps from her touch and I flinch. "Are you okay?" she questions with concern.

"I'm swell Quinn, how're you?" I retort, a little sarcastically.

She frowns.

"You're not fine. Seriously; what's up?"

Seriously, has she not heard? Does she not remember? Or has she just decided that actually it's a stupid thing to get wound up about. That makes sense. But I snap.

"I'm fine Quinn! Okay? Fine!" I hold my hands up.

Her reaction is horrible. She jumps a little, and looks down, avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I'll just..." she turns and walks back to her seat.

I sigh, cupping my face in my hands, feeling my insides crumble. It's not right to take it out on Quinn. It's not her fault.

Isabel raises an eyebrow. I just shake my head.

12:37 p.m.

"Blondie is staring at you," Isabel murmurs.

"What?" I look up at her.

"Sam,"

Oh. Is it bad that at first I thought she was talking about Quinn?

"You know, everyone thinks he's so gorgeous and all but-"

"But what?" I widen my eyes.

"I don't think he is," she screws up her nose.

"How?" my jaw drops.

"Not my type" she shrugs.

"Sam is like, everyone's type,"

"I'm just not into blonde guys. I prefer Puck," she nods.

"Puck as in...Genie's boyfriend?" I point over my shoulder. But how many other Puck's are there in this school?

"Yeah. Him. The Mohawk kinda turns me on,"

"He's such a whore though,"

"When you're that good in bed, you're allowed to share it around," she smirks.

"You've slept with him?"

"You haven't?"

My mouth just hangs open in shock. Is there anyone who hasn't slept with him, except me?

heads out to go and photocopy a drawing.

As soon as she closes the door, I slide off my stool and head over to the other side of the room. As I slide behind Sam he smiles and taps my butt. I waggle a finger at him, but wink.

Quinn has her full concentration on the pastel drawing of a Lilly, her curly ponytail falling over her right shoulder.

I hold out the piece of paper I just spent the last 10 minutes drawing on.

"What the hell is this?" she sighs, looking at it.

I just keep holding it out, and then she realises what it is.

"No Fredricks, you are not pulling the friendship card on me," she shakes her head, leaning away from the card in question.

"I just did. I'm sorry that I was a bitch earlier, but today- screw that, this week has been weird," I say firmly.

She sighs again, taking the multi-coloured card, and flipping it between her manicured fingertips. "Fine. I forgive you, because it would be morally wrong not to, considering that I'm a Christian, and you were all sweet to me on Saturday,"

"Look, Quinn, let's get this very straight right now; you're one of my best friends, I care about you, of course, and-"

"Then that's all I need to know," she smiles, and rests her head on my shoulder for a few seconds.

I puff out my cheeks.

8:15 p.m.

At Home.

On Facebook.

More pictures tagged of the party. There is indeed a video of me and Rachel slow dancing to Barbra Streisand. Also one of me and Sam sitting in a corner talking, and of twister, and me and Sam dancing.

Confront Sam; don't confront Sam. Shall I flip a coin?

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