freak, hero, you pick | e. munson

seven

season 4; volume 1
episode 1

"the hellfire club"

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quinn pierce.
six months later.

"have you finished the pre-cal homework? i can't figure it out for shit." i asked chrissy, going through all of my notes. she was zoned out again for the fifth time today.

chrissy cunningham was the exact opposite of me, and yet we clicked so easily. she was a sweet, shy girl. her blonde hair was always styled perfectly, and her outfits were always planned the day before. light pastels were what she wore when she wasn't in her yellow and green cheer uniform.

eddie always questioned me for become friends with her, but i didn't care much for it. and she didn't care for how much of a 'freak' i was.

her little group of friends made of cheerleaders and jocks gave me daggers anytime i passed them or whenever i was with her, which i returned with a menacing smile.

she kept her eyes on the window next to us, incredibly zoned out. "chris? helloo?"

she snapped out of it and whipped her head at me, "hm?"

"i said, did you finish the pre-cal work?"

she groaned and shook her head, "no, not yet."

"shit— i'll ask someone else and give you the answers, then." the bell rang, and the two of us walked out to meet her stupid jock boyfriend, jason, and his little friends.

"oh hi, baby!" chrissy's tone went up a few noches when she saw him. i stayed by the lockers while she made her way to him on the other side of the hall. he grabbed her waist and leaned into her ear, whispering something and looking at me with literal knifes in his eyes.

his friends were behind him, staring at me too like i was a fucking alien.

i rolled my eyes, having lost my fucks for his opinion, "yeah, hi." i flashed a cocky smile and he tightened his grip on her.

chrissy gave jason a pleading look before he let her go. he kept his eyes on me until we turned the corner.

"god, he's such an—"

"quinn—"

"fine, fine, i won't say it, but it's true."

"it is not!" chrissy giggled, making me give her a look. she rolled her eyes, "he doesn't mean it."

i almost cackled when i heard her, "you better be kidding. i'm telling you, i'm gonna beat him up again and i'll enjoy it."

chrissy smiled to herself and a grin creeped up on my face as we walked side by side.

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"i'll never understand why the feed us this crap." i held a lunch tray with some of the grossest food i've ever seen and walked with chrissy. we always parted ways when she made it to her cheer table, and my table with the club was a few tables away.

i always got called names and shit as i dropped her off, but i just flip them off or yell at them as i go to the boys.

just before we got to chrissy's table, i saw eddie stand up on the table and start walking around, "but as long as you're into band! or science.. or.. parties.. or a game where you toss BALLS into LAUNDRY BASKETS!"

i grinned to myself as i watched, and chrissy held a concerned face, "what is he doing?"

"living up to the name."