A/N:Ok, update #2! Thank you guys so much for the reviews and all of the alerts! I feel awesome! :):) It makes me smile. I'm glad that you guys seem to like it. Originally, I was gonna do this with Quinn being the main person, because of her past. However, I decided that it would be fun to do Rachel's. Something a little different. In this, Rachel wasn't always the looker she is now. She had been the bigger one with races. Not Quinn. Things in this will be different from the movie, but it will still be awesome :) Anyways, you guys are awesome :):) I am hoping to put up my update for The Moon's Desire sometime this week. Still working through some kinks on it...also, i'm currently reading a zombie fic, so i'm hoping that it jump starts my brain for ideas so I can update Uncharted Territory! Woooo lol
I do not own anything other then my own fictional characters! Wish I owned Ryan Reynolds though! lol
KENNETH HAHN PARK, LOS ANGELES
"Boooooom! Take that!" My brown haired best friend yells, as I tackle a rather large male, causing us both to nearly lose our breath. I hear a shout of victory as she throws the football on the ground. "Another touchdown, bitches!" She smirks and holds out her hand as she walks towards me. "Pay up!"
The two males in question groan and roll their eyes, muttering about how they lost to two girls. They both pay us about $200 each and stomp off, putting my storm outs to shame. I chuckle and then sigh before plopping my ass onto the ground.
"So..." The girl starts, taking a seat next to me. "...Lima, Ohio." She states and I nod, running a hand across my forehead. "Sounds lame."
"Justice, everything about myself that I hated, rests in that damn town. I left to get away from it all. I left so that I could make something of myself and show those assholes that they were wrong about me. That i'm not some overweight diva with an argyle fetish." I growl, picking up a piece of grass and chucking it. Justice shakes her head and chuckles.
Justice Taylor was the very first girl I met when I came to L.A as the 'new Rachel'. She actually ran into me at college, like literally ran into me, and instead of making fun of me, like all the others girls had, she apologized and helped me pick up the stuff I had dropped. The girl was about a foot taller than me, with dark brown hair and intense brown eyes. She had dimples in her cheeks and her smile could warm the coldest heart.
I probably would have fallen deeply in love with the kind girl, but she was straight and that sucked. Of course, after becoming friends with her, I realized that her and I are better off as friends. She also taught me that not everyone here is evil, which is why she is probably the only one who doesn't get the ultimate bitch act from me. I'm real with her. Plus, she's brutally honest, and sometimes I need that.
"Look, Rach, you have to let go of the past. Things happen for a reason, I mean, look at you now." She states and I heave a sigh, knowing that she is right. However, I just find it so damn hard. "You're a stone cold, hardcore, badass bitch who doesn't take shit from anyone." She says, chuckling. I smile, if only slightly.
"You have no idea what I went through back then. Things at that High School were worse than anywhere else. They threw you in dumpsters, they threw slushies into your face, they tied you to the flagpole and made you wear leather so that all your rolls showed..." I trail off, remembering that damn particular day. Fuckers.
"Rachel, this trip down memory lane could be your chance to show those people that you are much better than them. You know?" She questions and I nod. "They all seem like assholes and if I was able to go with you this weekend, I would." Justice says, a fierce look on her face. I smile. "However, the animals need me." She says and I nod, being a vet has its' downfalls. "Just show them who you really are!" She says, smiling brightly. "..but stay true to who you used to be."
I sit there for a moment, processing her words. She is right. This would be my chance to show those bastards what Rachel Berry is actually made of! I could rub it in their faces. I could...
FLASHBACK
I sit there in a familiar purple room, staring at a photo album, trying desperately not to laugh. The girl across from me shakes her head, attempting to frown. I turn the page and see another picture, this time there is frills. Tons and tons of frills.
"It was my aunt's wedding, ok?!" The blonde girl shouts, trying to be defensive. I laugh out loud, shaking the whole bed in the process. "Rachel! It isn't funny!" She says, but she ends up laughing along.
"You just look so cute. That dress is...adorkable." I say, letting the smile overcome my face. The girl across from me shakes her head and scoffs.
"I am not a dork, Rach! I'm the freakin' head cheerleader!" She states, looking mighty proud of herself. For a moment, I feel insecurity, and can't help but wonder why the head cheerleader is hanging out with me. "Don't you dare get that look on your face, Rachel Barbara Berry!" She scolds, sending me a playful, yet serious glare.
"I wasn't doing anything." I mutter, closing the book over. I attempt to sit up, with some difficulty, due to my weight. When I finally sit up, I try to look anywhere but at the blonde. "Just out of curiosity though. Why do you hang out with me?" I ask, and I hear the other girl sigh as a soft smile makes its' way to her face.
"Cause you're awesome."
END OF FLASHBACK
I shake my head to rid myself of the memory. Justice tilts her head slightly. I look into her inquiring eyes and let out a sigh.
"Just thinking about my past a little." I answer her silent question.
"A girl, perhaps?" She questions and I shake my head in disbelief. This girl really did know me.
"She was my only friend. She never made fun of me. She was so..." I pause, letting out another deep sigh. "...soooo beautiful. I had the biggest crush on her." I admit, blushing shyly. Justice makes an 'awwww' sound and I roll my eyes. "Shut up."
"You never told her?" She questions and I shook my head.
"No." I say, chuckling. "She would of never went for me. She was head cheerleader and the most popular girl in school. Practically everyone was in love with her." I say, thinking back. "I didn't stand a chance."
"How do you know? I mean, some people don't base love on looks, ya know?" Justice questions. "I mean, look at the last guy I dated." She says and I laugh out loud. The last guy she dated was scrawny, had a fohawk, and had googly eyes. "I liked him because he had heart. He wasn't an asshole, and he was very sweet to me. "
"Until he slept with Hilda." I say, frowning as I refer to the stripper at a popular night club in L.A. Justice makes a disgusted face and nods.
"Ya, I didn't see that one coming..." She says, pausing. She shrugs. "Oh well, I believe that everything happens for a reason." She finishes and I roll my eyes. "What? You don't believe in fate? " I scoff.
"No." I answer immediately after. She quirks an eyebrow at me and I sigh. "Maybe I did once, but nowadays it just seems like a joke. I mean, I fell for a girl that I could never have. She was the only one who cared about me, aside from my dads. She made me feel special." I say, looking up into the sky. "If fate was real, we would have been together and I wouldn't be kissing ass in L.A. just to make a living. I'd probably own my own company by now." I say, shrugging. "So no, I don't believe in fate."
"Rachel, fate isn't about what you think should happen." Justice says, turning to look at me. "Fate is..." She pauses, licking her lips as she thinks of a proper explanation. "...fate is what is meant to happen." She says and I open my mouth to interupt but she shakes her head. "Do you know what fate is in Greek Mythology?" She questions and I sigh and shake my head. "There was once a group called, 'The Fates'. They decided a man's destiny and whether he was to be good or evil." She explains, turning away to look up into the sky. "There was three of them. Clotho, who was the spinner and spun the thread of life. Lachesis, who was the measurer, measured off the extent of someone's life. Then, there was Atropos, who, with her shears, would cut the thread of life when someone was to die."
"That's depressing." I say and she smiles briefly. "Didn't know you were big on Greek Mythology." I say, as she turns her eyes back to mine.
"I love it." She answers, "..but back what I was saying. The three of them determined the extent of someone's life. They determined what was meant to happen, no matter what. Nothing or no one could stop what they did. If it was supposed to happen, it happened." She finishes and I take a moment to think about her words before letting out a laugh. "What?"
"I just. I don't know, I still don't believe in it." I answer and she rolls her eyes. "But it was a good rant."
"Whatever, bitch." She answers and I chuckle. "Just, don't go overboard in Ohio. Be yourself, but nicer." She says and I frown. She laughs.
"I'm always nice." I mutter and at her look of disbelief I sigh. "Ok, whatever. I'll try and I promise to call you and let you know how things go, alright?" I say and she nods.
"You better, you big slut. Don't want you to catch anything out in Lima." She says, playfully and I roll my eyes.
"I'm not a slut." When she scoffs and lets out a chuckle, my eyes widen. "I'm not! I don't even..."
"Rachel, you sleep with everything that has a pair of boobs, aside from me." She states and I open my mouth to deny it but...it was pointless. I was quite the ladies...uh, woman.
"It's probably due to my remarkable charm." I say, smirking widely. Justice rolls her eyes.
"Oh ya, i'm sure that's it. I'm sure that it has nothing to do with the fact that you're rich, own a Lamborghini and show both of those off." Justice says and I can't help but let my smirk widen. I shrug.
"What can I say? I'm sexy and you know it." I sing song and she smacks me in the head before laying back against the grass.
TWO DAYS LATER/LIMA, OHIO
When the jet lands in Lima, I can almost feel my throat close up. It really is a place of hell. I hate it here. Which is why I haven't stepped foot in this place since I was eighteen years old. I left after graduation and I never returned. I hated this town and all of the mean and homophobic bigots. Damn them all.
Although I feel like throwing up at the fact that i'm in this situation. I also am kind of excited to show some of these fuckin' losers just how successful and sexy as fuck I am. I can't wait to rub it in their faces actually. I might sound conceited, sure, but i've been through a shit ton of stuff. I deserve to rub it in people's faces. Which is why, when I got here, I got the most expensive car I could find. A blue Porsche Cayman. Now, to find a car like this in Lima, is impossible. However, for Rachel Berry, nothing is damn impossible. Luckily, one of the stars I signed lived about two hours away and decided to let me borrow his.
So here I am, cruising down the shitty streets of Lima, heading towards a place I haven't been to in years. My dads' place. I sigh as I park in front of the tall red house and wait a couple of seconds before getting out of the car. When I do, I can hear a loud squeal, causing me to smile.
"Baby Ray!" My smaller, and incredibly jewish father, Hiram, shouts happily as he speeds down the walkway towards me. I smile and just barely hold myself upright when he slams into me and hugs me tightly. "I've missed you, baby girl." He whispers, and for a moment, I almost feel like tears are gonna start to pour down my face. They don't. But I feel like it. I haven't seen my fathers' in a year or so.
"I've missed you too, daddy." I whisper, hugging him back just as tightly. I open my eyes and look up the pathway to see my other father, Leroy walking down the path. The smile on his face is wide and forgiving.
"Hiram, for the love of all things, let the poor woman go." My dad scolds, shaking his head. Daddy lets go and wipes a couple of tears from his face. Just as soon as he moves out of the way, my dad crushes me to him. "It's good to see you, my little cupcake." He whispers and I frown at the nickname.
"I missed you too, dad. But can you not call me cupcake anymore?" I question and pull away after a moment. I ignore the look my dad gives me and the frown that accompanies it. "Are you sure you guys have the room here? I mean..."
"Of course we do! Besides, it's almost Christmas and we have to celebrate Chrismukkah!" My daddy shouts, excitedly. Internally I was hoping that I didn't have to stay with them. I mean, I love them, but i'm not a little girl anymore. Or should I say a fat, little girl anymore.
"Oh ya..." I trail off, forcing a smile. I hate the holidays. Dad and Daddy always use them as an excuse to bake a ton of delicious shit that they like to try to feed me. I had been their little 'taste tester' back then. "Umm...i'm just gonna throw my stuff upstairs..."
"Oh i'll get it sweetheart," My dad says, smiling. "Why don't you go down to Sam's pub?" He offers and I think about it for a moment before frowning in confusion.
"I don't remember a Sam's pub..." I trail off, hoping that one of them will fill me in. Dad and Daddy smile brightly.
"Sam Evans owns it." He says and I can't help but let a smile cross my face. I remember Sam Evans. Besides my best friend, he had been the only one who was nice to me on a daily bases. He always was one of the good guys.
"Ya, I think I will." I answer, the smallest smile on my face.
Ok, so there it is. By the way, i'm basing Justice Taylor off of the Teen Wolf actress, Crystal Reed :) Just so you all can kind of picture her. She's awesome! Anyways, hope you all enjoyed this :) Let me know what you think!
Now, haz some cakez and cookiezzz :):)
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Tasty, aren't they? Hehehe, until next time folks!