❝You love him.❞
❝He doesn't exist to me.❞
Cassidy has gone through some ups and downs, but this high school experience is going on the ride of his life. Optimistic teacher Will Schuester heads up McKinley High School's glee club -- New Direction...
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Puck stood at the entrance of the room, hands shoved into his pockets, his usual swagger replaced by a rare moment of hesitation. He had always been the one to dish out the tough love, but now, in the aftermath of his impulsive outburst, he found himself regretting the way he'd treated Cassie.
"Cassie, I'm... I'm sorry," he said, his voice rough but sincere. "I shouldn't have thrown you against the wall. That wasn't cool."
Cassie, still reeling from the shock of it all, took a cautious step back. The fear was evident in her eyes, but she masked it with a steady breath. She knew Puck wasn't the type to apologize, so his words hit her harder than she expected. But that didn't mean she was ready to forgive him just yet.
"I... I accept your apology," she said, her voice tight, trying to hide the shiver running through her. "But I think it'd be better if we, uh, stayed around more people for a while. I can't just... be alone with you after that."
Puck nodded, understanding the need for distance, for time. He respected her space, even if it stung his pride a little.
"Yeah, okay. I get it," he said quietly, his gaze softening. "I'll give you that. But if you ever need to talk, or if you want to yell at me more, you know where to find me."
Cassie didn't answer right away, but as she turned away, her mind was buzzing. She wasn't sure if forgiveness was possible yet, but she knew she couldn't stay on edge forever. Being around others might just help her find some peace, and maybe even the strength to move past the hurt.
The Cheerios are assembled on the bleachers as SUE paces in front of them, her eyes narrowing with purpose. CASSIE enters the gym, running in from the side and quickly starts stretching. ASHLYNN follows, casually tossing her bag onto the floor before taking a seat near the back.
SUE gesturing with a dramatic flourish. "Santana. What does your bracelet say?"
SANTANA nodded. "W.W.M.D."
SUE asked. "What would Madonna do?" Well, the answer to that question is usually: Date a younger man. So, let's see some arm candy, girls. Sorry, freshmen. You're going to have to start trolling the middle schools. And you know why? Because if you want to be as riveting a performer as Madonna—a skill that will nab us Nationals this year—you're going to have to start thinking like her, acting like her.
BECKY claps enthusiastically.
SUE voice lowering, slightly more dramatic. "Also, à la Madonna, I will no longer acknowledge that any of you have last names. Becky Jackson. From now on, you're just Becky."
BECKY gleaming with excitement. "Okay, Sue!"
SUE smiling to herself. "You know, it's like Madonna once said, "I'm tough, I'm ambitious, and I know what I want. If that makes me a bitch, okay." And you know what? I'm pretty sure she stole that line from one Sue Sylvester. No, really, she stole it from me. I said it first. Palladium. '87."
