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Rachel's POV
I walked down the hall in a hot pink tank top , denim short shorts, and zebra pumps . Yeah I know what you're thinking. Where the hell is the Rachel Berry? The Rachel Berry that wears reindeer sweaters with short skirts and flats with knee high socks? That was the old Rachel from last year. Not only do I feel better about myself, but I have all the guys in high school practically begging on their knees for me to go out with them. Except for one.
Sam Evans.
Not only was I upset that he didn't give me the time of day, but I was determined for him to notice me. We didn't talk much before, but we're in Glee together, that has to count for something right?
I strutted towards the choir room at the end of the day, hoping Sam was there already. I stopped walking to see Noah in front of me. I already knew what was coming.
"Hey, Jewbabe. Want to make out in the Jans' closet?" Puck had that knowing smirk that I wanted to slap off his face. This had been the 3rd time he offered to make out or 'bang' today.
"For the last time Noah, N-O. And besides, you're like my older bro." I cringed at the thought.
"I know you want to. Nobody turns down the Puckasaurus." He winked one last time before walking into Glee.
Puckasaurus? Is he fucking kidding me? I rolled my eyes as I continued to walk down the hall to Glee.
As I walked in, I saw all the guys turn to me and smile dreamily. Not including Sam. I heard a squeak and turned my head to see Mike being pinched, Hardly if I may add, by a fuming Tina. I walked to my seat, purposely brushing Sam's shoulder. I watched as his eyes slowly traveled to my legs and linger before he turned back to Finn, continuing the talk about Call of judy, or some shit like that. I smirked and sat down quietly until Glee was over.
As Glee came to a finish, Sam walked out with me following after. He stopped at his locker, not noticing me standing quietly behind him. I looked around and noticed that we were the only ones in the hall, since it was after school. I smirked and decided to tap his shoulder.
He turned around after jumping slightly. "Oh, Hey Rachel."
I kept the smirk on my face and couldn't help but put a flirty tone into my words.
"Sam Evans. Nice to see you too by the way. I was just wondering," I stepped a bit closer to him, my eyes darkened slightly. He looked at me with both eyebrows raised. ",If you want to hang out at my house tonight. My dad's are gone for the week, and I wouldn't want the house to myself." I said seductively as I bit my lip, hoping he would get the hint. And yeah, I've had sex. Plently of times just so you know. Finn may have taken my virginity, but he sure wasn't the best at sex. I also did have a few quickies with different random guys.
He let out a breath of air and looked like he was at loss for words. I stepped a little bit closer gently grabbing him by the end of his jacket. "U-mm sure, yeah I would love to. Wouldn't w-want you getting…lonely." I could tell he was nervous, he was sweating a bit and his breath hitched in his throat.
I put my face close to his, our lips grazing before I whispered, "Be there at 8." I stepped back wards to see him a little dissapointed but still shocked. I smirked and strutted down the hallway to my car, happy that he finally noticed my sexy side,
Leaving a star struck Sam Evans.
I was putting my lipgloss on in the mirror until the doorbell rang. I walked backwards to see myself in the mirror. I was wearing some tight pink short shorts that may not even count as shorts. Also a low hanging tank top. I walked downstairs and opened the door to see Sam Evans.
"W-whoa, umm you look great." Sam looked her up and down while wringing his hands nervously. He licked his lips and looked up to me while I was smirking at him.
"Hey Sammy, why don't you come inside?" I said a flirty tone. He nodded and slowly walked inside. "Here lets get you comfortable." I walked behind him and slowly put my hand in front of his neck and slid his jacket down. I threw the jacket on the chair a few feet away from us and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the couch.
"Thanks Rachel." I could tell he was nervous, his voice was shaky and his palms were sweating. Yeah I know, right now I'm looking, acting, and being a total whore. I couldn't help myself. I have to admit that even I feel something in my lady loins when he does that magic sex body roll. Damn. I sat down real close to him and put my hand on his thigh.
The only thing he did was sit there getting tense and breathing deeply. I got frustrated and put his hand on my thigh, almost touching what every guy at school wanted. "It's ok, I want you to touch me." I demanded in his ear. I kissed my way down his jaw and soon felt him relax, turning his head towards me. I smirked while I moved his hand upwards, already touching me through the short shorts. I kissed his lips deeply all while moving on top of him, pushing him down on the couch.
I felt how hard he was and decided to grind against the hard cock. He groaned loudly and shut his eyes in pleasure as I continued to move my hips upwards, moaning myself. I tugged at the end of his shirt, which he took of hesitantly. I felt his hand gently try to push me off him as I reached down to his belt buckle.
"S-stop." I stopped kissing his neck and looked at him while scoffing.
"Excuse me?" I have to admit, I was a little offended. Not one guy has ever tried to stop me.
"Look, I really like you Rachel. But this," He made a hand motion to me, him slightly out of breath. ,"This isn't you. What happened to the girl that was nice and sweet. That wore short skirts and reindeer sweaters? The determined and confident girl? That's the Rachel I like. Not this person who looks and acts like…a h-hooker slut." Ouch.
I froze and looked at him with a shocked expression. I shook my head angrily and got of him quickly while fixing my clothes and throwing his shirt at him.
"W-wait I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." Sam sat up while catching his shirt and putting it on quickly.
"Just shut up Sam. You know damn well you meant it." I said harshly while glaring at him. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Look I'm sorry, Okay? This just isn't the Rachel Berry that everybody knows and loves."
I laughed humorlessly while shaking my head. "Knows and loves? Not one guy even spared me a single glance in those stupid reindeer sweaters. That was the annoying and ugly Rachel that nobody liked." I had tears in my eyes by now. "I might look like a whore in this," I gestured to my clothing. ", but I feel so sexy. I feel wanted and loved. All the guys and a few girls look at me like I'm the hottest bitch in the world. And you know what? I love that feeling, Sam!" I started crying silently. I turned my back to him and wiped my tears.
I felt arms wrap around me from behind. I sobbed as quietly as I could. "You weren't ugly then and you aren't now. The Rachel I knew was confident and beautiful. She always had ideas prepared every day in Glee. This girl doesn't even sing anymore. What happened Rachel? Singing is your passion. I just miss the old Rachel Berry." He let go of me and grabbed his jacket. He opened the front door and turned towards me. "You can be wearing a fucking clown suit, and you'd still be sexy as hell." I chuckled and rolled my eyes as he nudged me. "Your beautiful Rach, don't let anybody tell you otherwise. I'll see you tomorrow." He gave me one last smile and left.
Sam Evans gave me a lot to think about.
I walked out my car and into the school with everybody giving me weird looks and all the girls pointing and laughing. I was wearing my favorite red reindeer sweater with a black short skirt, knee high socks and black flats and my signature gold star necklace. I walked into the auditorium and found it empty. I walked slowly to the stage and dug in my bag and pulled out my Ipod. I plugged it into the stereo and sang as the song started playing.
Don't tell me not to live,
Just sit and putter,
Life's candy and the sun's
A ball of butter.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!
Don't tell me not to fly-
I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill,
It's me and not you.
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade!
I'll march my band out,
I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir.
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it!
But whether I'm the rose
Of sheer perfection,
Or freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion,
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye,
I gotta fly once,
I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy,
Juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir!
Get ready for me, love,
cause I'm a commer,
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!
I'm gonna live and live now,
Get what I want-I know how,
One roll for the whole show bang,
One throw, that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot, and BAM
Hey, Mister Arnstein,
Here I am!
I'll march my band out,
I will beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it.
Get ready for me, love,
'cause I'm a commer,
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade!
I breathed heavily with a slight smile. Oh how I missed Barbra. I got interrupted by clapping. I turned to the right and saw Sam smiling like a goof.
"Now that was amazing. I bet you missed that didn't you?" He walked up the stage slowly.
"Yeah…I really did. Thank you, Sam. If it wasn't for you, I would've missed out on all of this." I smiled gratefully at him as he slowly made his way over to me. He stopped right in front of me.
"And may I add that you look beautiful today." I chuckled and looked down to my outfit, blushing slightly.
"Thanks. I kind of honestly missed my sweaters and short skirts. They make me feel like myself."
He smiled and looked down at me while we were standing close in the middle of the empty stage.
"Would you mind if I kissed you right now?" He stared in my eyes and I blushed slightly again.
"No, I don't mind at all." He lent down and kissed my lips gently while putting his hand on my cheek. What we didn't notice for our first sloppy, sweaty, rough kiss was the spark that went through both of our body's on our second.
Maybe being the annoying, determined, confident Rachel Berry wasn't so bad. At all.
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XOXO~ Ashley-