Chapter 17

Puck's Mistake

"Ivan, Ivan!" Jeff yelled pulling the covers off Ivan Chavez, "We need to leave soon. You wouldn't want to be late on your first day."

"Ugh, okay I will be right up."

Jeff ran upstairs and grabbed a cookbook, with a frown on his face, because it said nothing about scrambled eggs.

"I can do this!" he boasted, grabbing the carton of eggs from the refrigerator, "I mean, how hard can it really be?"

He cracked the eggs, like he had seen his father do several times, and looked in several drawers for a whisk. Finally he sprinkled in some salt and pepper, stirred it all together and poured it into a frying pan on the stove.

"Jeff, are you cooking?" Ivan asked, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Yes I am."

"Why weren't you in Prostart if you knew how to cook?"

"It is only scrambled eggs, they aren't that hard," shortly after he said that the smell of smoke drifted to his nose, and he turned to see that his eggs were on fire, "OH MY GOD!" he screamed, running in circles, frantically looking for a fire extinguisher.

"What the hell did you do?" Kurt squealed, running down the stairs, opening the closet and running to the stove with the fire extinguisher.

"I am so sorry. I tried cooking, and well, I guess we all know what happened."

"Well, at least nothing bad happened, and you only wasted a few eggs, but please don't do that again."

"You got it," Jeff lowered his head, "Oh no, Ivan, we are going to be late now, and we haven't eaten."

"Here," Kurt shoved some granola bars in their hands.

"Thank you, we really must be going."

They opened up a couple of the bars and shoved them in their mouths as they got into the car.

"Hey, Bella?" Brittney asked through the darkness of the room.

"Yeah?"

"I have an idea. On what we should do with Puckerman."

"Really, what is it?"

"Okay, we are here," Jeff announced as they got out of the car.

"Oh, hi Jeff, and who is this?" Blaine asked, when he saw the stranger.

"His name is Ivan Chavez. He is a friend of mine and he wants to go to Dalton with me."

"Nice to meet you Ivan," they shook hands and entered the school.

Ivan went into the principles office and managed to get the same schedule as Jeff.

"Okay, we have to go to English 4 with Ms. Mitchel," Jeff said when the bell chimed.

They walked hurriedly down the hall and turned into one of the classrooms on the left hand side, but it wasn't Ms. Mitchel that was in front of the class. It was a different African American woman, around five foot six, with black hair parted to the left that went just above her shoulders.

"Hello class, my name is Ms. Wilson, and I am going to be your teacher for the rest of the year, because Ms. Mitchel has moved to Phoenix with her husband, who is in the air force."

"Ms. Wilson! I can't believe that you are here now too," Jeff said excitedly.

"Wait, Jeff?" she asked, taking a closer look, "And Ivan?"

"Ms. Wilson, how did you get here?" Ivan asked, curiously.

"Well, I was grading some papers after school. Then, when I finished, I gathered all of my things and opened the side doors to reveal the parking lot of this school. I entered the school and went to the principle who happened to offer me this position."

"Talk about a coincidence," Jeff said, when he believed that she was finished.

"Yes very," Ivan added.

"So, now, I have an apartment down the road."

"That is amazing. Have you found out where you are yet?" Jeff asked.

"Of course I have," she replied, "You know that I watch Glee."

"Yeah, but I wasn't sure how obvious it was."

"I am only confused as to how you got here as well."

"Unfortunately, none of us know the reasoning as to why we are here," Ivan interjected.

"PUCKERMAN!" Brittney screamed, running at Noah with Alyssa, Ivan and Bella behind her.

"Not you again."

"You better believe it is me. You are going to regret the day you made Jeff transfer."

"I may not have been able to help him when he was here, but I will help him now that he is gone," Ivan said launching his fist at Puck's nose.

"I think that you are all nuts," Noah said moving out of the way of the punch.

"You are the one that went to juvie," Bella yelled, offended by his remark.

"What do you all want anyways?"

"We want you to apologize to Jeff," Alyssa instructed.

"Why would I apologize to him? It is his fault for being such a big wuss and leaving."

"He wasn't being a wuss! He tried to stick up for himself, but you kept tearing him back down!" Brittney hollered.

"Well, I am not going to apologize. I am not afraid of a bunch of girls and a runt."

Ivan's face flushed red with anger, as he threw a second punch, but Puck knew this was coming and launched his own fist straight into Ivan's gut. Ivan took a few steps back trying to regain his breath.

"I can't believe you are so thick headed! What any girl sees in you, I don't know," Bella shouted, going over to Ivan who was being consoled by Naomi, who had just arrived.

"Duh, I am sexy, and what girl in her right mind would turn this down," he gestured to his abs and torso.

"I can't stand you!" Brittney yelled, "Get out of my sight."

"Gladly."

Puck left the girls and Ivan by the football field and entered the school, pushing past Michelle.

"What happened?" Michelle questioned, rushing over to the others.

"Puckerman punched Ivan and he will not apologize for what he did to Jeff," Brittney said, walking over to Michelle.

"I can't believe you would do this without me here."

"Well, it is too late now," Brittney asserted.

"We're never going to get Jeff back now," Naomi cried.

"Oh no, we will," Alyssa divulged, smirking.