Chapter 23
I'm merely standing at my locker when Quinn slams my locker shut. "What did you do to it?" She snaps at me.
"What are you talking about?" I ask shocked, if anything I thought it was time my peace offering was shipped to her house.
"The 'Pack and Play,' that you bought for Cassidy. I want to know what you did to it." Quinn demands her ponytail swaying with each vigorous twitch of her head.
So my peace offering had gotten to her, "I don't know what you mean, Quinn. I bought that 'Pack and Play' for Cassidy because I figured that since this baby wasn't conceived at the ideal time you didn't have a baby shower, and that Cassidy may need some stuff from Babies R Us." I answer honestly.
Quinn looks taken aback by my response. She looks down at her shoes and then back to me, "Why?"
"Quinn, I bought that for Cassidy because I'd be kidding myself if I thought you weren't an important part of Noah's life. I don't want you to hate me. Although I don't know how long the relationship that I have with him will last, I don't want it to be filled with you despising me. I think that's his mother's job." I roll my eyes at the last part.
Quinn snickers, "So it's not just me. His mother made my life a living hell."
I shake my head, "No, it's definitely not just you. She asked me if I was Jewish and since I'm not she tried to kick me out of the house."
She smiles, "I'm sorry for being awful to you. I just-it's that-let's just say that the pregnancy was a hard time in my life and Puck just can pretend it never happened. Sure he looks after her but not as much as I do. If he really wanted to he could just get all his time back. I may still be on the Cheerios, but it just adds to my stress. I guess I just don't want him to forget what I had to go through, he didn't have to deal with it as much."
I nod, "It's understandable. I probably would've done the same. I honestly hope that maybe we can be friends."
"Let's see how this civil thing goes first, I don't need any more drama and if you're dealing with Puck's mom, than neither do you." She smiled as she walked to her classroom.
At least that left me with one less thing to worry about.
I see Noah walking down the hallway and immediately start thinking about what happened with his mother, I needed to get on her good side and fast.
"Hey, Scar." He smirks his flirtatious smirk.
"Hey," I smile back halfheartedly.
He notices this immediately, "Something up with you?"
"How do I get on your mom's not-hate-list?" I beg him for an answer.
He chuckles under his breath, "Don't worry about that okay."
"No, I will worry about it. Your mother cannot hate me. Does she have a favorite pastry? A favorite movie? Favorite . . . anything?" I look at him desperately.
"Yeah, her favorite pastry is Rugelach, which are these Jewish cookies, her favorite movie is Schindler's List. But if you get any of those for her she'll take it as an insult." Puck smirks.
"Please tell me you're messing with me." I glare at him hopelessly.
He shakes his head, "Sorry."
"What's her favorite pastime?" I ask hopefully.
"Volunteering at the temple." Noah answers.
"Now I know you're messing with me," I demand, "If she's your mother she can't be a good person."
He shrugs, "I get all that from my S.O.B of a dad."
"I want to know what her real favorite pastime is." I look at him in a testing manner.
"Why do you care about this so much, it's no big deal." He laughs at how determined I am.
I glare at him, "Look, I got on Quinn's good side so I am determined to get on your mother's."
"Look, you could be an angel from Heaven and she would still hate you if you weren't wearing the Star of David around your neck." He insists, "Just let this one go."
I sigh, "But I don't want her to hate me."
He snickers, "Then convert."
"Not happening." I answers almost immediately, "and since my mother's not Jewish it would be more complicated."
"You actually looked into converting?" Noah looks at me incredulously.
I shrug, "No, but I took a class on world religions at my old school. So I didn't need to look into anything. However, there is no way that I'm converting to Judaism. No offense, but I'm going to stick to Christianity."
Noah shakes his head, "I'm not offended it was a joke."
"Maybe I can make her a meal, I'll make sure to use kosher meats, so she won't be offended or I could-" I began.
"Scar, look at me," Puck demands, so I grudgingly look to him as he continues talking, "You are going to let this go. You could make the most amazing meal my mother's ever ate but since you're not a Jewish girl, my mom will still hate you."
"I can't let this go, how will this relationship work if your mother hates me?" I insist.
Puck shakes his head, "Listen to me carefully, Quinn is as Christian as they come, and I had a baby with her. Quinn and I managed to last for a while even though my mother hated her more than one would care to admit. We will be able to do this with or without my mother's support; I mean your parents haven't even met me."
I sigh, "Well my parents are in New York, and I don't know how their decision would affect my feeling for you because I've never cared about a person like this before."
He smiles, "So am I your first boyfriend?"
"No way." I shake my head, "Just my first meaningful boyfriend. I'll have you know, that none of my other boyfriends' mothers ever hated me."
He shakes his head as we walk to class.