Chris's Pov.
"Come on, it's good since you can't play with your shoulder." Sam says as he pushes me in the direction of the choir room. My shoulder was indeed dislocated, so yaaay.
"Sam, I don't wanna do it." I mumble, but I think it's too late as he pushes me into the room.
"For introducing our new members ......Sam Evans and Christopher Ford." Mr Shue says, and I roll my eyes, but I see the blonde's eyes widen as she looks at me.
"Hey, everybody. I’m Sam. … Sam, I am. … And I don’t like green eggs and ham." Sam says, and I smack the back of his head.
"Oh, wow. He has no game." Santana says, and I chuckle at her words.
"You're not gonna regret this." Finn says, and I grab the nearby guitar. "Finn, how does this look?" I ask him and the fucking dumbass walks over. Raising the guitar over my head, I try to swing at him, but soon more, then one pair of hands stop me .
"Chris." Sam yells as I keep trying to hit Finn with the guitar. "You can't keep running, one of these days I'm gonna beat your ass for what you did." I yell Finns way who looks at me in shock.
"Christopher." The blonde yells and I quirk my brow at her as she marches over to me and places her hands on my chest. "It's Chris,barbie." I state and before I even know it her hand connects with my cheek.
"Yup now she's mine." Santana yells as she tries to swing at the blonde and it takes 4 people to hold the Latina back who's cursing in Spanish.
"Everbody sit down !" Mr Shue yells trough all of the bickering and I see them all sit down but well I stay in the middle of the room.
"Quinn why did you hit Chris?" Mr Shue asks the blonde and I think my jaw just hit the ground.
"Hold the door. Quinn like Fabray?" I ask and everyone nods their heads and I think all air just left my lungs.
"This was a mistake, I uhm can't be here." I quickly say before walking out the room and towards my car.
"Chris!" I hear Mr Shue yell after me but I keep making my way towards my car and quickly get in before speeding away.
She's here? Like in the same school shit sure I knew there was a possibility but she looks so different. I never cared how she looked, she was my best friend, my first kiss. Untill well I had to leave, we talked for a couple of months but after that I broke it off. Why keep hanging onto the past if you can't have it. But now she's here and I don't even know what to do with that information. It's been so many years I left when I was 9 I'm 17 now.
Getting out my car I make my way inside and head straight for my room. Plopping down on my bed I look at the ceiling for what feels like hours.
"Hey, are you oke?" Mom asks me as she walks into my room. "I'm fine." I mumble as don't even look her way. She knew, that's why she didn't tell me when I asked her.
"You found out?" Mom asks me as she sits down next to me. "She slapped me." I mumble as I sit up and I see mom chuckle at my words.
"She loved you, I know leaving wasn't your fault, but you eventually broke off contact." Mom says and Well, thanks for the words. "We were children. It doesn't matter anymore." I mumble as I lay back on my bed.
"If it didn't, you wouldn't be home right now." Mom says as she pats my knee before walking out my room.
The Next Day.
"Why did you run out yesterday?" Sam asks me as he gets in my car. "It doesn't matter." I say before speeding away towards the school.
"Didn't look like nothing." Sam states, and I send a glare his way. "Unless you wanna walk, shut up." I say, and he puts his hands up in defense.
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Glee X Maleoc
FanfictionChristopher Ford or how people know him Chris is the bastard son of William Clay Ford Jr., who right now is the executive chairman of Ford Motor Company. He and his mom have moved a lot, but there was always one place that felt like home. With his...