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𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟷𝟼𝟷𝟾
I'vegotthis. My roots? Bleached. MY lips? Glossed. My outfit? Meticulously picked after an entire week of deliberation. My safety plan incase everything goes wrong and everyone hates me? Be the new independent women/ highschooler I am and get my brother to get people to like me.
I open my eyes after repeating the confidence mantra I made up and wrote down in my notes app yesterday night when I couldn't sleep. This is it Bea.
"Jesus Christ how long does it take to do your makeup?" Noah bursts my moment and asks, leaning against his car, waiting for me to get out. I send a glare his way and begrudgingly get out of the car, for the record I was making sure there was no lip gloss on my teeth, so this is a testament to how well Puck pays attention.
The second I step both feet on the pavement a feeling of both dread, and deep excitement start to set it in. This is the place that turned the MySpace's of like twenty high schoolers into legit news outlets, and is famous on the rate myschool's website in America for having one of the shittiest scores that there is.
"Okay listen, this school can become a lions den real quick so you need to be smart and take my advice." I roll my neck dramatically and groan. I've literally heard nothing but high school survival tips, and strange Super Mario theories for the past month. "Whatever loser, you roll your eyes now but when you walk in and see JBI and his whole tech crew being shoved into a locker you'll be happy your big bro is the Puckasaurus". Noah boasts, and I cringe, sometimes I wonder how we're half related (then I remember that every time I get blue shelled in Mario cart I rage quit and suddenly it all makes sense)
Suddenly Puck flags down two girls I definitely recognise from failed attempts at being snuck out of his bedroom. "Bea, this is Santana and Brittany."
"Do you make honey?" The blonde one, who I'm not gonna lie, I subconsciously make a note to sneakily check if she's taller than me, says in a dreamy voice, while the other one, shorter, and holds no threat to my status as tall (maybe to my status as alive), quickly links her arm around the blondes and clears her throat.
"I heard Puck had a hot little sister coming to school this year, Beatrice right?" I nod. "Okay Trixie. Well Brittany, Quinn and I are the undisputed top bitches at this school, so why don't you let us show you around." I don't know if it's cause she just gave me what looks like a perfectly rehearsed monologue, or she's just like really intimidating or what, but the butterfly's in my stomach are having a rave.
"Sounds great Tana." I say in response to my newly given nickname by Santana. Puck quirks an eyebrow in... I wanna say worry? Whatever he's concerned about is fine though because Brittany links her other arm with mine and the three of us walk off to go find my locker.
