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"If they can make a movie out of it, then it's probably true."
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SOFIA'S POV
New week, new day. I was on my way into school, headphones in, brushing past the rest of the students. Up ahead, I spotted Mercedes, Tina, and Artie huddled together. I smiled and jogged over, slipping my headphones down around my neck.
"Hey, guys!" I greeted, slinging an arm casually around Mercedes' shoulders.
"Hey, Sof!" Tina grinned.
"What are we up to this fine, soul-sucking Monday?" I asked.
"Working on some runs," Artie said, nodding toward Mercedes. "Want in?"
"Is that even a question?"
We spent the next few minutes throwing playful riffs back and forth. That was when Mr. Schue showed up.
"Morning, guys," he said, looking more awake than anyone should be at 8 AM.
"Hey, Mr. Schue!" Mercedes greeted. "We're just learning some runs."
"Oh, yeah?" He raised a brow. "Let's hear it."
"So it goes, oh~" Mercedes sang, her voice sliding effortlessly through the notes. The rest of us mimicked it, fingers up like imaginary mics.
"With the finger, huh?" he chuckled.
"Pretty fly for a white guy," Mercedes grinned.
He gave an exaggerated bow. "Thank you, thank you. Don't be late for rehearsal this afternoon."
"We won't," I promised as he walked off.
I glanced around and noticed something missing. Or someone.
"Hey, have you guys seen Kurt?"
They all shook their heads. I was about to shrug it off—until I heard Mr. Schue's voice from a distance.
"Morning, Kurt!"
I turned and saw them—Kurt, standing frozen near the dumpsters, surrounded by jocks. Again.
"Never mind. Found him."
I peeled away from the group, eyes already narrowing. "Catch you guys later," I called over my shoulder.
By the time I reached the scene, Kurt had already launched his signature line. "One day, you'll all work for me."
"Not unless they graduate or end up folding socks at Vogue," I chimed in, stepping into view. Kurt's eyes lit up just slightly. The jocks, less so.
Puck turned with that usual smirk that made me want to roll my eyes into another timeline. "What do you want, Sof? Can't you see I'm busy? You can have the Puckasaurus when I'm done."
