Puck's POV:
I ran. I ran as fast as I could. And as soon as I thought I was catching up to her, she dived into this alley. I blinked for a second and she just disappeared. I come out onto this street lined with cars, and I look around, frantically trying to find her. But I can't. I lost her. Again.
Fuck.
I never want to see you again.
I can't get this out of my head. Her voice, her tears, her anger. I know she didn't mean it. I mean, I'm Noah Puckerman. I'm the love of her life. Or, I guess, I was the love of her life.
I was actually lucky to run into her. All Santana, Rachel, and Kurt told me was that she went to the gym frequently, they didn't even tell me which one. So I just went to the nearest one hoping that she was there. They seemed like they wanted me as far away from them as possible so they gave me one little detail hoping it wouldn't sell Quinn out.
I guess I'm just lucky. Haha I can't even take that seriously. I'm not. Far from it.
When I saw her at the gym, my heart stopped. She was so beautiful.
I slipped behind the punching bag and held it in place for her; she didn't stop, she just kept going. Pushing harder.
Just knowing she was on the other side was too much for me. I didn't even realize she stopped until I heard her yell thank you.
I had to step out, I had to let her know I was back. So I did.
"Hey Q," I said.
Shock covered her face. I didn't do anything, I just stood there because I really didn't know what I could've done. And then she just left. Pretended like she didn't even know who I was. And I let her go.
I was so pissed at myself that I even threw in a good few punches to that punching bag, and then decided it was probably a good idea to head back to the loft before I do something that I might regret. They might let me stay a couple of days, at least I hope they do.
I was walking with my head down trying to think of my next move to try and win Quinn back and once I reached the apartment, I heard someone come up to me. I barely had time to lift my head when my face was met with a feminine hand. Shit. What is it with girls and slapping?
"I never want to see you again." she said, and she just ran away.
It's all my fault. But I'm going to make it right if it's the last thing I do.
It's been three fucking days.
"I never want to see you again."
Those seven words are replaying over and over again in my head. Her tear-stained face has been on my mind since I last saw her.
I tried to go back to the loft, but the three musketeers threw me out before I even stepped back inside. I guess they just didn't want to hurt Quinn anymore than they already had. And I don't blame them.
I'm staying at a cheap motel a couple of blocks down from the loft, right next to a set of apartments. But you know what, I might as well go ahead and rent one because who knows how long I'm going to stay. All I know is that I'm going to try and win Quinn back. I am going to win Quinn back. Hell, they all can try all they want to get me to leave, but that isn't going to work.
I need to make everything right. I'm still in love with Quinn Fabray.
And you know, I'm growing kinda fond of all this New York drama.
Next thing I know I'm moving into this already furnished apartment that has two bedrooms, one bath, and a kitchen that is separated from the den by an island. I find it way too classy for this badass, but money is not my top priority at the moment. But I guess I do need to find a job.
And then it clicks. The gym. I can get the job at the gym, and even if Quinn doesn't want to see me, she'll have to!
I jump up from the couch where I was previously staring at a blank tv screen. I grab my new 'house' keys and rush out of my new apartment.
As I lock the door behind me, I hear another door open and close. I turn around to a young guy about my age holding a Nike duffel bag around his shoulder. He must be going to workout. Maybe we're headed in the same direction.
"Oh hey, you must be the new neighbor." he says putting out his hand.
"Yeah, that's me." I say, shaking his hand. "Noah Puckerman. Puck, for short. And you are?"
"Austin."