A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter than the last two, but I'm still here and now I've survived exams, so we are still going. Let me know what you think.

Enjoy

Still riding the joy from the Glee Club win last week, Sunny was grinning brightly to herself as she entered the school. It was a cold Monday morning, winter just beginning to show its face, but Sunny was in a great mood. In fact, she was even humming quietly to herself as she made her way to her locker, an English essay that she was quite proud of clutched protectively to her chest. She had a feeling that is was going to be a good day.

She was wrong.

She realized something was wrong the moment that her locker came into view. The front of her locker was nearly completely covered in what looked to be posters. Sunny furrowed her brows, approaching her locker. Upon further examination, she recognized the multiple photo copies of last week's school paper.

Loser, was scrawled down the front of her locker in messy black ink. The insult was accompanied by many others, written in the margins of the article. Nerd. Lame. Go back to where you came from.

Sunny exhaled shakily. With trembling hands, she opened her locker, trying to remain calm by slowly counting her breathing. In, two three four, out, two three four. Behind her, she could hear a group of cheerleaders giggling, and she tried to pretend that it wasn't about her even though she was sure that it was.

Sunny closed her locker door carefully, fighting back tears. Of course it has only been a matter of time before something came along to ruin her happiness. Figures.

"What the fuck is this," Dylan exclaimed, ripped off the piece of paper that was posted on his locker. He looked down at it in his hand before ripping it up. It was a cut-out from the school paper's article on the Glee Club's win. Word 'glee' had be scratched out and replaced with 'gay', and Dylan's face was circled in the picture of them on stage. It was like it was laughing at him. We know what you are doing it taunted.

Growling, Dylan teared it to pieces and tossed it into the nearest garbage can. From her place next to him, Ashleigh's mouth was wide open.

"It's no big deal, Dylan," she assured, facing his side as he open up his locker. "It's just a stupid prank."

"It's not just a stupid prank,' Dylan snapped, angry because of the poster and angry because the poster had made him angry.

"Is it because they said that is was gay?' she asked. "Because I know you aren't but either way that would be nothing to be ashamed of," she reminded him.

Dylan rolled his eyes. "Stop with the lecture, no, its not that."

"It was only a joke," Ashleigh continued, placing a hand on his arm to try and calm him.

Dylan shrugged her off. "No, Ash, we are the one's that are the joke," he spat. "We are in a singing club, for fuck's sake. I knew I shouldn't have joined," he grumbled.

Ashleigh frowned, looking hurt. "Well, then just quit, why don't you," she snapped finally, then turned an stormed away.

Once she was out of sight, Dylan slammed his locker shut. The sound rang out through the hall. "Fuck," he swore, then took off towards his first period class.

Jordan tapped her foot to the time of the second hand on the library's analog clock. She bit her lip, trying – and failing – to supress a scowl. Speedy had about thirty seconds to get here before she was gone.

Right as Jordan was packing her books away, Speedy stumbled through the library's swinging doors. He bounded over to her with a large grin on his face. "Hey," he greeted brightly, sitting down next to her. He didn't seem to notice Jordan's annoyance, or the fact that she was half packed to leave.

With a sigh Jordan set her books down. "Hi," she greeted, though the word felt much too friendly and foreign on her tongue.

Speedy was still grinning. "Thanks for agreeing to help me," he said, pulling out a tattered red notebook. "I totally suck at math."

"I'm not surprised," Jordan commented. She was, however, surprised that she had agreed to help him in the first place. It was startlingly out of character. She flipped her book open. "Let's just get this over with."

"Where is everybody today?" Ms. Rodgers asked as she entered the choir room. It was a lot emptier than it usually was for their Monday evening practices.

"Did you not hear?" snapped Jordan from the front row. "Someone realized that we were losers and has been harassing us all day," she explained, looking almost amused by the fact. "We all had stupid messages on our lockers this morning."

Ms. Rodgers frowned. "Oh dear," she said, hand to her chest.

"Yeah, Sunny looked pretty upset in first period," Sabrina said, ignoring Jordan's snickering. "She probably just went home."

"Where's Shay?" Evan asked from his seat in the back, looking around the room. He doubted that she had gone home because she was upset. Didn't seem like her.

"She's in detention," Anya responded quickly, then blushed. It was rare for her to speak up. "She, um, punched someone," she finished, looking down at her lap. It was almost like she was embarrassed to have known.

"Yeah, when she saw the stuff on her locker she punched the closest person," Levi explained, laughing as he did so. He leaned back in his seat, kicking it feet up onto the chair in front of him. "It was awesome."

Anya frowned at Levi's words. Perry smirked from her place next to Liz. Ms. Rodgers shook her head from the front of the room.

"Punching someone should not be what we aim to do," the teacher reminded. She glanced back up to Evan. "And Emilio?"

Evan shrugged, frowning. He looked at the empty seat next to him, green eyes troubled. "I don't know," he admitted.

Ms. Rodgers nodded, looking just as worried as she had been at the beginning of the meeting, if not more. "Alright, well if no one else is coming then we might as well get started."

"What's the point?" Jordan called from the back of the room, interrupting the teacher before she could finish. "Half of us aren't even here. If I were them I won't come back."

"Jordan," Evan warned.

Jordan shot the older boy a glare, then rolled her eyes. "This is stupid," she said. "Can we even have a club with only seven people?"

"Jordan-" Evan began again, before Ms. Rodgers stopped him with a wave of her hand.

"Jordan has a point," the teacher said, though her eyes held anger as she looked at her student. "There is no point in assigning something when half of you aren't here. You are dismissed. We will continue this next week."

"Well, that wasn't extremely productive," Perry commented as her and Liz walked out of the choir room, the remaining glee club members, or at least those who had shown up, dispersing behind them.

"Tell me about it," scoffed Liz, blowing a piece of red hair from her eyes. "I thought Ms. Rodgers was going to punch Jordan. That is, if Evan didn't first."

Perry nodded, chuckling. As they reached Liz's locker, Perry shifted so she could look at Liz straight on. "Would you like to go do something with me?" she asked suddenly.

Liz froze, hand hovering inside her locker but not grabbing anything. "Like, a date?" she asked, her throat suddenly dry. Why did Perry make her insides feel so fuzzy?

Perry smirked. "Yes, like a date," she confirmed with a casual confidence. "There is a new coffee shop a couple blocks away that I thought we could try."

"Now?" Liz squeaked.

"Unless you have other plans," responded Perry with a nod.

Finally finding what she needed in her locker, Liz slipped it into her bag and then shut the door. She turned to Perry, nodding quickly. "Yes," she said. "I mean, no I don't have other plans, but yes to the date," she corrected, smiling sheepishly.

Perry grinned, a rare occurrence for a girl who didn't do much more than smirk or scowl. "Great," she said. With the hand that wasn't holding her skateboard, she reached down to intertwine her fingers with Liz's, sending sparks coursing through Liz's arm. She pulled her towards the exit. "Let's go."

EJ was just trying to focus on his history homework for the third time with his phone buzzed. Thankful for the distraction, he walked over to where it was charging by his bed and checked his notifications. It was from Evan.

What are you doing?

Smiling to himself, Emilio typed out a quick response. Homework. Or at least, trying.

Evan's response came almost immediately. Where were you today?

EJ sighed, thinking of the print out that was crumpled in the bottom of his bag. He tried not to let things like that get to him, but seeing a page calling him gay posted on his locker had been a bit too much for a Monday. Instead of going to Glee he had come home and taken a nap. It didn't really make him feel any better.

Just wasn't feeling it, he replied. Sorry.

Its cool

Feeling just a bit better, EJ returned to his work. His phone buzzed again.

So how do you feel like ditching your hw?

EJ smiled. Absolutely.

I'll be there in 10.

A harsh knocking on the door woke Dylan up from his evening nap. Thankful that his mother wasn't home to yell at whoever had decided to disturb them, he slipped on a shirt and stumbled to the front door, running a hand through his messy hair in an attempt to tame it.

"Ash?"

Without waiting for an invitation, Ashleigh pushed past Dylan and inside, dropping her backpack down and turning to face her boyfriend. She crossed her arms. "Why weren't you at glee?" she asked.

Dylan blinked, his mind still fogging from his nap. "What?"

"Why weren't you at glee?" Ashleigh repeated, anger nearly creeping into her voice this time.

Dylan furrowed his brows. "Didn't wanna go," he responded. "Why's it even matter?"

"I was worried about you," Ashleigh responded quickly, though she sounded more annoyed and less worried than a dotting girlfriend normally would.

"Well it's not like you need to know where I am every minute of every day," Dylan snapped, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans for lack of something better to do.

"I'd like to know when you aren't going to be where you are supposed to be."

Dylan rolled his eyes. "Do me a favour Ashleigh and just leave it alone for once in your life, okay?" he snarled, teeth barred.

"Fine," Ashleigh fired back quickly, her words like shots out of a gun. "Why don't I just leave it alone permanently then?"

"Sounds great to me," Dylan responded with venomous sarcasm. "We're done!"

Ashleigh seemed surprised even though she had known that was exactly where this conversation was going. She nodded slowly. "Fine. We're done," she repeated. She picked up her bag and threw it out her shoulder. "You know, Dylan, everyone was right about you," she said, and then was gone before he could respond.