Hello my lovelies! Thank you for reading my story so far!

Since it's my first fanfic three reviews is so overwhelming, I barely thought I was going to get one.

Anyway, this is going to be in Marley's POV and the POV's will switch off every chapter

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Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or any of the characters within it. But I do own the plot line :)

Marley's POV-Four Years Later (tenth grade)

"RYDER!," I yelled from behind the moving car. "Please…don't leave me here without you. I need you! I love you!," but the car wouldn't stop. It just kept on moving farther and farther away from me, and closer and closer to Miami.

I could feel my legs give out beneath me. But when I looked down I couldn't even see my legs, I couldn't even feel them. As I looked up, I saw his brown eyes staring into mine but they weren't his. Ryder's eyes would appear comforting and sweet but these eyes, whoever they were, had hate and judgment in them.

"Marley, Marley, Marley. Hasn't anyone ever told you that your dad left you for a reason?" Ryder's words felt like a stab at her heart, the heart that I used to think was only loved by Ryder. "Goodbye Marley," he said with an evil smirk gracing his features.

"I never loved you"

I woke up, my chest heaving up and down with my uneven breaths. This was the fifth night this week that I had a dream that involved Ryder, and they always ended up with him leaving and tell me that he never loved me.

I don't even remember anymore what a dreamless night feels like. My body goes through the motions of the morning. It's routine by now and it doesn't even feel like I'm me, it feels like I'm a lifeless robot. I mean four years! And I still can't seem to get it together because every freakin' time I think I do, I think I see Ryder or I think I hear Ryder's voice and I fall right back into the black hole that was created when he left.

"Marley! Get up! Just because I'm the lunch lady doesn't mean that I will give you a ride to school willingly," my mom threatened. I groaned, it was Monday and Monday's just flat out sucked.

I grudgingly put on my pink knee length dress, with my brown oxfords and white cardigan then ran on the bus. But I sat with no one but me. Not only did tenth grade suck, but it sucked even more when Kitty realized that Ryder couldn't protect me anymore so the relentless teasing began.

"Hey, Honey boo boo! Aww, did you think that a cardigan would hide your hideous body? What a shame that you think that it would," I could hear Kitty's voice ring out from the back of this god forsaken bus. I tried to ignore the cackles that came following Kitty's statement. "Maybe she can't hear us over her rolls of fat!," Kitty screamed.

My blood was boiling, and I was barely keeping it together. But if Ryder had taught me anything from leaving, it was that never let anything anyone says get to you. If I keep letting Kitty's words or even…Ryder's, get to me than I would break down all over again. But this is Kitty, not Ryder, and I'm stronger now….I think.

I get off the bus in the same sleepy daze that I was in before, just a little angrier. This was going to be the worst Monday ever, I can already feel it. As I reach my lockers there's a note taped to it with my name written on it in a familiar script. I already know who it's from.

Kitty.

God, how much free time does one bitchy cheerleader have? We are on the same bus, there's not much time to get off the bus and tape this to my locker before I even get there. I sigh and open the card to read it.

Hey Honey boo boo,

So how was your breakfast today? Was it salad, because you know that it's not your diet that makes you fat…..it's *gasp* genetics.

Love, Kitty

I don't even read it though, I barely even skim it. I'm not going to starve myself if that's what she thinks but I know what the note says: it says that my "fatness" is due to genetics. I don't even know how to respond to it anymore.

"Another note? They should just leave you alone," Unique says from behind me. I roll my eyes due to her statement. It's not like I've tried and failed to tell them to knock it off.

"It doesn't work like that Unique. If I tell them to stop and leave me alone, then they have a better reason to do it than they do already," I desperately explain to her.

"But they don't have a reason. What did you ever do to them?"

"Exactly, they don't have a reason, but they're looking for one. And doing this will apparently give them one," I can see Unique out of the corner of my eyes with a look of pity on her face. "They're all just idiots anyway," I mumbled.

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared by my side draping an arm loosely across my shoulders.

"Hey there Marley," he slurred. Jake.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath. Worse than that, he was drunk which meant he was drinking at 6 o'clock in the morning. "Jake, are you okay you seem a little out of it," I queried innocently, even though I was fully aware of the drunkness that was seeping from his pores. At least it felt like that.

As he stumbled, I caught him before he hit the floor in an unconscious state. So from Unique's view (who was still standing there throughout this) it looked like we were hugging. Gross.

But then I saw this other tall figure, he had broad shoulder s and brown, shaggy hair. Of course my mind would suggest this person as Ryder but he was in Miami and having the time of his life. Not that I would know, he and I haven't talked since after he got off the plane.

I dumped Jake on the floor of the lounge in the West wing of school. Jake collapsed on the floor with a thump, but barely moved when I poked him slightly with my foot. With a shrug, I left him on the floor, praying that he wouldn't wake up and blame this whole thing on me. As I sprinted to first period, I crashed into Unique again.

"Oh, Honey. You look like you just did it in a janitor's closet," she remarked. I merely shrugged telling her that when I dropped Jake on the floor his hand messed up my hair.

Miss Holliday didn't even notice them coming in late for history. She was too busy polishing her Spartan shield for today's lesson on the Peloponnesian War. Ugh, history just straight up sucked. We didn't even get to choose our seats. She just paired up people randomly. And guess who the loner due to the odd number kids was, me.

Thirty minutes passed almost half the class over and we learned absolutely nothing. But she was looking at the door and the clock constantly. She was waiting for someone. A student? A teacher? Maybe she was just bored and decided to let us have a free block. Those times were quite frequent throughout each week, at least 3 out of the 5 days.

A paper plane hit the back of my head, the point of it dented as it fell to the ground. I turned around to find the culprit when I saw Unique laughing hysterically at me. She pretended to read a book with her hands and I understood that she wanted me to actually read the plane.

Marley! I heard there was a new guy in our class! And guess who has the open seat?!

I let out a small groan as I realized what she was telling me. If there was actually a new guy in our class, it would mean that they would have to be my permanent history partner for the rest of the year.

"She's like his soulmate, or something," a girl said from the other side of the room.

Soulmates. They were big fat lies. Soulmates were nothing but a distant memory to me. A false dream and hope that I used to believe in. Ryder was my alleged soulmate, but he left. If he was really my soulmate he would be right here sitting next to me with an ever-present smile on his face.

I saw a shadow move across the floor and a voice saying that he was sorry that he was late but he needed a schedule and the printer was broken. Excuses. Excuses.

"He was going to have to sit next to me; it was the only open seat. There was no other option. No turning back now, Marley," I told myself.

His shadow blocked out all current light that shone down on me from the window. I sighed, here we go new kid. Please don't be an ass.

"Marley?" the boy said. Then I looked up.

I guess I spoke too soon.