Chapter Two
Jake POV
The bell rang loudly, signally the end of Glee Practice and I was the first one to get to the door. I never thought I'd say this, but I was desperate to get to class.
"Jake, can I speak to you for a minute?" Mr Shue asked and I inwardly groaned. I seriously couldn't be asked with another lecture, but I turned and sat back down in a chair while everyone else walked out. Kitty didn't even glance in my direction, which I really couldn't care about whether she acknowledge my existence or not. What really upset me was seeing Marley and Ryder back together, they had gotten back together a few weeks ago and I hated seeing my friend going out with my ex-girlfriend (who I'd fallen for big time). But I was Jake Puckerman and Jake Puckerman doesn't show his feelings or that he's upset.
When the classroom was empty, Mr Shue sat next to me and gave me a concerned look. Oh boy, it was gonna be one of those talks.
"Is everything okay, Jake?" Mr Shue asked "I've noticed you haven't been as eager to participate in Glee like you used to."
I crossed my arms and frown at the floor, I seriously didn't want to have this conversation and at the same time I did.
"I'm just fed up of singing songs that I have no interest in and the other members of this class don't even like me."
"They do like you," Mr Shue persisted, but I cut across him.
"No one wants to hang out with me, I get bullied because I'm mixed race." I said firmly, looking Mr Shue with a fierce look "I'm too black to hang out with the white kids and yet I'm too white to be mates with the black kids, I don't belong in this shit hole of a school!"
For months since I'd been here, people have criticised me because of my parents and I hated it. My Mom (who is African-American) had a one night stand with Noah Puckerman's dad (a white guy and a complete waste of space!) and nine months later, I was born. My mom also got shit because people see her as a cheap tramp and she wasn't, she was the best parent anyone could ask for.
"Look, Jake." Mr Shue said gently "you shouldn't be made to feel ashamed of who you are, especially because of other people's narrow mindedness."
"I'm not ashamed!" I snapped and got to my feet, turning back and glaring at my teacher "it's other people that have a problem with me, I know who I am and I'm not going to change for no one. But you know as well as I do, people look at you and judge you before they know you."
Mr Shue open his mouth to say something, but I'd had enough of his counselling. I turned and marched out the classroom, slamming the door behind me and stormed down the deserted corridor. I tried to work off my anger, but I also fought with my sadness and was regretting ever opening my mouth, because Puck's bad-ass little half-brother doesn't admit his feelings.