𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
"As we head into sectionals, I wanna get some feedback. Like, what kind of stuff you guys would like to be doing. Is there anything...any music in particular...that you guys wanna do?" Mr. Schue asks as Matt pulls me down into his lap
"Can we maybe try something a little more...black?" Mercedes asks
"I agree. We do an awful lot of show tunes." Kurt says
"Yes, I have had enough show tunes to last me a lifetime." I say
"It's Glee Club, not Crunk Club." Rachel says
"Don't make me take you to the carpet." Mercedes says to Rachel
"I will pay you fifty dollars to do it, Mercedes." I say with a big smile
"Fantastic! Thank you, Mercedes, Kurt, Olivia. Duly noted. Anything else?" Mr. Schue says as Mercedes, Kurt, and I high five
"I can pop and lock." Mike says
"Oooh, yes, so can I!" I exclaim as I raise my hand
"Not really what we're goin' for, Mike, Olivia...but... noted, noted, yes." Mr. Schue says
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"I wanna pit these kids against one another. Am I clear?" Coach Sue asks Britt, Quinn, Santana, and I
Britt, Santana, and Quinn nod their heads in response and I shake my head 'no'
"I am not doing that!" I spat
"O, go wait in the hall." She tells me causing me to scoff before exiting her office
A few minutes pass by before Santana, Brit, and Quinn exit her office
"She would like to speak with you." Santana tells me as they all give me reassuring smiles before I walk back into her office
"Sit." She tells me
"You have two choices. Be a Cheerio or a loser. Pick the smart choice. Otherwise you'll receive the feel of my wrath!" She seethes
"I'm not scared of you. If you wanna take away my high pony and my polyester uniform, fine." I say as I shrug my shoulders
"But for the first time in my life, I have real friends. Friends who are like family. And I will not stab them in the back just because you have some vendetta against the Glee Club. But do not threaten me with kicking me off the Cheerios if you're not gonna follow through. Because every time you threaten it it the less of an impact it has." I tell her causing her to look at me shocked leading me to assume I'm the first Cheerio to ever stand up to her
"So do I keep my high pony or not? Cause I'm cool either way." I say
"You however are not. Because just like you said before...I have the best flips on the squad." I say with a smirk
"Get out of my office!" She shouts
"Do you want the high pony or not?" I ask
"No! Now, get out!" She seethes before I walk out of her office
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I close my locker and I jump at the sight of Jacob
"Ew. Whatta you want, you parasite?" I ask
"Care to comment on the rumor that Quinn Fabray is preggo?" He asks
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