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Why: Shawn Mendes
"About time." Quinn walks over to me.
I open my locker. "What?" I panic. "Is it the baby? Do I have to call-"
She chuckles. "No, no. Not yet. I was talking about you and Finn."
"What about us?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"You play a good poker face, but I'm sure I'm the only one who knows that your right eyebrow twitches when you're actually clueless."
"Are you talking about that song he sang last week?" I grab my history book and close my locker. "If so, I can't control how he feels."
She grins. "So you admit that he likes you."
"I don't, take it up with him. And even if he does, it's his issue, not mine." I turn.
"So you don't like him back?" She walks with me.
"No, I don't." I shake my head. "Hudson's my friend, scout's honor."
"Uh-huh."
"Besides, even if I did like him, which I don't, but if I did, I wouldn't do that to you. Even though you cheated with Puck, which was wrong, but he's still your ex boyfriend. And you're my friend, Quinn. I'd never betray you or our friendship like that. It's not even a choice." I turn and head to history class.
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"Okay, guys, listen up. This is Mister Ryan. He's a member of the school board and he would like to say a few words." Mister Shue steps aside and I cross my arms and legs. "I-I just want you guys to listen critically and know that what he's saying is just one of many opinions."
"Take out a piece of paper, and, on that paper, I want you to write down your biggest dream. A dream that means so much you're afraid to admit it even to yourself." Mister Ryan tells us and I take out my notebook, then writing on it. He tears out the paper from Artie's book and crumbles it. "Your dream is never going to happen." He tosses it into the garbage. "91% of you will spend your entire lives living in Allen County, Ohio. So unless you wrote down that your dream was to work for a mid-market health insurance provider or find an entry-level job in an elderly-care facility, you're going to be very disappointed."
"This is really depressing." Mercedes half whispers.
"I'm going to guess that a lot of your dreams involve showbiz." He waves his hands in the air. "Well, let me tell you showbiz dreams are the most unrealistic of them all."
"But that's what I wanna do with my life." Tina nods.
"Oh, look, I'm not trying to hurt your feelings. I'm just trying to spare you disappointment."
