I'm going to try and update as often as possible but it's more than likely going to be once a week due to all my coursework that I should probably be working on right now but meh, this is more interesting. Honestly, who really needs A-levels?
DISCLAIMER: are these really necessary?
Rachel and Dave stood in silence for a moment, realising that this was an important moment. Neither of them wanted to leave the perceived safety of the bathroom but they knew that it was inevitable.
"Do you want to go then?" Rachel asked, unable to keep quiet any longer. Silence made her uncomfortable, it reminded her of her home too much. Unfortunately, that also prompted her to overcompensate to avoid any absence of sound which resulted in people getting frustrated with her.
"Don't you have like perfect attendance or something?" The large boy asked. It was pretty obvious to everyone that education was something Rachel was particularly insane about.
"It's a Friday. I only have 2 frees after lunch in the study hall and I can just show for the roll call and then we go, unless you want to stay of course." Rachel watched him carefully, trying to work out what would be most suitable.
"I'll just wait here until you get registered then."
Rachel chewed her lip, "Would you prefer to wait in my car? It's a bit more hygienic than the girl's bathroom."
Dave flushed. He'd momentarily forgotten their current surroundings. "I dunno what car you drive."
Rachel fished the keys from her skirt pocket and tossed them to him. Dave swiftly plucked them from mid-air with one hand. He was shocked when he saw the manufacturer's key ring.
"You drive a dodge? What type?"
"You know the blue pickup that usually parks beside Noah's?" Dave nodded. It was always there before everyone else (and as far as he knew the last to leave).
"Nice Berry. Um... Could you check the coast is clear please?"
"Of course!" Rachel grinned at the boy, pleased that he was being polite.
She padded over to the door and unlocked it, poking her head out and peering down the deserted halls, "You're good to go." She called over her shoulder. She pushed the door open wider and held it ajar for Dave to pass through. He nodded his thanks, shrugging his bag onto his shoulders.
"So meet you at your car then?" Rachel hummed her agreement. They began to make their way down the corridor in silence. Both of them were still processing the many changes that just transpired in an otherwise average Friday afternoon.
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Rachel getting herself registered was, in itself, a straightforward task.
Leaving the hall, was less so...
Apparently some of the Glee Club members that shared the class with her decided to take an interest in her life for once, for anyone other than Noah, she was always suspicious of their motives.
As Rachel had moved to leave the two Divas, (that were often seen as her rival's), blocked her path.
"And where do you think you're goin' "Mercedes asked, folding her arms across her chest and jutting her hip out to the side.
Kurt mirrored her position, and Rachel honestly didn't see how he was considered better dressed than her when he was wearing a God awful woollen jumper twice his size, sequenced riding boots and red skinny jeans. There was absolutely no colour co-ordination.
"Well I was thinking of NYADA or NYU... Or maybe MIT."
"Bitch please... Where are you scurrying off to?" Kurt flicked his hair and Rachel just watched as it fell limply back in place, well that was futile… Rachel stiffened at the flamboyant youth's use of the derogatory term.
"It is none of your concern were I intend to go. Now, if you'll excuse me I must make haste." Wow… I have to stop reading Sherlock Holmes…Make haste is just too far.
"Finn doesn't want you Berry, so cool your crazy and sit your White ass back down." Mercedes snapped.
Rachel scowled, she had no idea why they insisted on bringing up that lumbering oaf- maybe they were the ones with the obsession," For your information I have a medical appointment, Finn is not involved in any way, and furthermore you should know by now that I have a mixed racial background and as such find your comments rather offensive and would appreciate that you would desist on further remarks lest you face rebuttal for your actions. Understood? Now if you will?"
The gossips stepped aside, whilst sneering at her; stunned by her defensiveness but unwilling to make their embarrassment known, "Like we wanted to see your atrocious wardrobe scar our eyes anyway."
Rachel rolled her eyes as the pair high fives one another. "Oh how your words wound me." She muttered and stormed out of the room. At least I have a weekend free from them.
Dave easily located Rachel's truck and made his way to the passenger side, pressing the button on the keypad to click open the doors.
He quickly hopped inside, taking his time in examining the interior. You could learn a lot about someone from their car...
For example what music they prefer reflects their personality and lifestyle... Rock music - energetic and passionate, Heavy metal- angry, or pop- innocent and happy...
He flicked through the CD's in the glove box. SUM41 With Me... Sad, Happy Ending... lonely, Those You've Know... Haunting.
He slammed the compartment shut. He wasn't expecting the eclectic mix of artists or the specific songs. He wanted to get to know this girl... The one that didn't speak constantly of Broadway... That had a kickass ride and made crap jokes.
There was a wrap of knuckles on the window. He jerked his head to the side and saw Rachel standing there impatiently. He realised that the doors had automatically locked after the long period of time without the engine starting. He hurriedly pushed the unlock key and the brunette soon joined him in the cab.
Rachel took the keys from him and easily revved the beast to life. Like a dragon rising from its' slumber...
"Hardly a dragon David..." Dave flushed and looked away, embarrassed at saying his thoughts aloud. "More like someone taking Mercedes tots away."
Dave smirked, "Your humour is definitely improving."
"You must be rubbing off on me." He snorted.
"We both know there's no danger of that." They both froze at the forward nature of the statement; Dave being flummoxed by his boldness.
Then Rachel began to laugh. A proper belly laugh and the footballer's was surprised by the utter dorkiness of it. It was rather endearing.
"This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship David." With that last statement, Rachel pulled out of the parking lot.
The pickup disappeared from sight, with the inhabitants blissfully unaware of the intent gaze tracking its departure very closely.
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