𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 || 𝐒.𝐋𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐳

02

"So, I was thinking you should hang out with the rest of the club," Rachel suggested. "Surely it would help with your relationships with the rest of us."

"Do me a favour, and shut up." The previous night, Rachel had decided it would be a good idea to steal all the cigarettes from my room and bin them.

I chose now that talking to her may end with fatal choices regarding her life, and so it seemed smart to ignore her in case I received the overwhelming urge to throttle the girl.

"Please talk to me, Victoria!" The younger brunette pressured, only for me to raise a hand in front of her face as a clear warning. "Does that mean we can't watch movies tonight?"

"Rachel, if you say one more word to me, the sun in the sky won't be the only thing burning."

I assume the threat took instant effect, as the most she dared to breathe. The second she even attempted to cough, I shot the girl a death stare.

The car parked up, and Rachel was swift to climb out, running off inside the school instantly. With that, I locked the car and headed over to Brett and the others who all glared daggers at me.

"Joining Glee Club, huh?" A girl asked. "Low blow, Vic."

I sighed, putting my hands up. "Look, I'm sorry, guys."

Brett crossed his arms after passing a joint to someone else. "We were willing to accept the whole gay thing, but this is only gonna ruin our rep."

"What? You're just gonna kick me from the group?" I questioned, eyeing everyone worried.

"Yeah, fuck off." Another guy exclaimed.

I approached Brett, snatching a joint off him and striding off. As much as I tried to convince myself, I couldn't shake how I practically had no friends.

There was the option of taking the idea Rachel had mentioned in the car, only that involved talking to her.

Later on, lunch eventually caught up to me. I sped down the corridor, only for Karofsky to strut up to me with a cup sitting snug in his hand.

I closed my eyes, bracing myself for what was about to happen. Almost like magic, the icy shock of a cherry-flavoured explosion hit my face and burned up my eyes the second they dared open.

"Damn it!" I cried, rushing off to the bathroom to clean myself up.

My hands clutched onto some tissue, wetting it gently and stroking it down my cheeks until the red essence had completely disappeared from my skin. The only residue was left in my hair, stressing me out greatly.

Unexpectedly, someone entered the bathroom. Quinn Fabray stood there, her eyes squinted at the sight in front of her.

"You want some help?" I nodded as an answer to the question, embarrassed about the situation at hand.

This was the girl Rachel was so frustrated about? I was beyond confused as to how my sister could hate this girl.

"I feel humiliated right now." I informed the blonde.

She simply laughed, giving me a warm smile. "Don't be, it's no problem. You're Victoria? Berry's older sister?"

"Yeah, I thought you'd be repulsed by the thought of talking to me, in all honesty." I admitted, earning a shaking of the head from the girl.

"I know a good person when I see one, I can tell you're different from Rachel. You also won't try to steal my boyfriend," The pair of us giggled, Quinn running a hairbrush through my long brunette hair. "Wanna hang with me, Britt, and Santana?"