The Wrong Girl (Lea Michele Fan Fiction)

Losing Myself

I woke up in a bed. It was hard and it had itchy blankets. I sit up and look at my hands, they have needless in them and a drip is setup beside me. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself.

She was drunk, just typically drunk. She must had been angry because that's what alcohol does to her.

I press the emergency nurse button and wait a few minutes until a woman in scrubs rushes to me.

"What's wrong?" The lady with through grey hair says.

"What's happened?" I ask and look down at my arms.

"You tripped and fell down the stairs."

I grit my teeth. She's lying about what she did. I hear the heart monitor beep faster as I continue to be angry.

"Are you ok? Calm down, please Miss." The nurse begs me, I shake my head. I see her reach into her pocket and pull out a syringe, I cringe into the bed. She gives me a sorry look and soon I feel sleepy.

"You...you bi-"

I passed out.

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I walk into school with a normal expression on my face. I wait at my locker for Jay, I go through my books and I soon see a shadow next to me. I smile and turn around.

"Hi," I say but choke as I see it isn't Jay.

"Hey," a guy from the football team says. I swallow.

"Wha- what are you doing here?" I stutter. Why would Mike be here?

"I just wanted a friendly chat, is that so bad?" He smirks. I just shake my head with a goofy smile.

"Good," he says and grabs my hand.

"So what are your interests?" He asks.

"Well, I love singing. It's my passion. What about you? I mean do you want to do football as a profession?" I answer, biting my lip.

"I don't mind football, I wouldn't do it forever though. I'd rather be a writer," he says and nods his head at one of his friends.

"A writer? I don't even see you in my English classes."

"I take classes outside of school," he answers.

"Awesome," I say and look around.

Jay stares at me.

I back away from Mike.

"I'm sorry." I apologise and run towards Jay. He turns his back on me, I run faster and crash into him. He lands with a thud and I lay on top of him.

"What?" He asks.

"I'm sorry," I apologise. I get off him and help him up. He stares at me.

"Ok," he says, he starts to walk off but I grab his hand.

"I swear, I never saw him after school. He thought I was his girlfriend," I explain. He shrugs and shakes my hand off his. I bite down the feeling of hurt and stare at him.

"Please Jay," I whisper.

"I have to go," he says and walks away. My eyes go teary and I turn around, I walk past Mike and wipe my eyes. I hear him call out my name but I ignore him and keep walking.

"She definitely hasn't heard of a nose job," a voice says and snickers. I turn around with a look of hatred but then I'm met with a shower of a drink. I wipe the drink away from my face and glare at the person who did it. A girl with a milkshake cup stands there with a smirk on her face.

"That's it!" I scream and she throws the cup at me.

I lunge forward and pull my arm back. I scream at her, my heart beating hard and my adrenaline pumping fast in my veins.

And finally I throw my fist at her.

I sit in the principals office, waiting for the decision to be made. Suspend me or give me lots of detentions. I shake my leg in anticipation.

I tried my petty defense, "I was provoked! I was being bullied!" but no, the principal said, "no, Stacy wouldn't do that. She is one of our best students." So now I sit here in fury as my defense wasn't taken seriously. I start to scratch my nail polish off and sing a song in my head to relax myself.

"Lea," I hear my name called out. I stand up and walk into the principals office, the old man with balding hair sits on a leather wheelie seat in a grey suit.

"Now Lea, I'm against fighting so I will be keeping a closer eye on you. You will have ten after school detentions, three days of manual labour around school and you are not allowed to be in the music hall by yourself." The man says, I wish my eyes came out of their sockets when he said the music hall was off limits.

"What?! I can't use the hall by myself? No one else goes in here!" I exclaim and slam my hands on the desk. "This is completely unfair! Stacy provoked me to fight her! She threw the drink at me! She says mean things behind my back! And yet you're gonna take her side because she's 'one of your best students'?!" I give a mean glare at Sir. He stares at me baffled.

"Stacy woul-"

"Stacy would! Oh she would! You don't know her Sir! You don't see the dirty side she plays. She is an awful person." I say and stand up.

"I'm not taking any of these punishments because you refuse to read between the fine lines." I walk out and slam the door behind me. I shake my head. Did I really just do that? Yeah, I did. I did just tell the principal off. I'm probably being expelled. I'm not the innocent girl I thought I was.

Who am I?

I chew on my lip and think. If I'm going to be this new girl then I'm going to need to update my look.

I pick up a strand of my brown hair.

Time to change.

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I stare at myself in the mirror. My brown hair is now a very light brown with layers. I wear black liquid eyeliner, mascara, lip gloss. The works. I wear leopard shorts, a black singlet that has writing on it, it has long arm holes so you can see my orange bra. My shoes are black Converse All-Stars and I wear a black canvas bag over my shoulders.

I gulp as I try to think of a new way to think. Yes, yes, it all makes sense. I keep my eyes low as I walk into school, I could already tell people were noticing my changes. I walk to my locker and set my books up like every other normal day. I feel hands grope me and I gasp.

"What are you doing?" I ask as I see Mike grinning at me.

"Well I saw you walking in, I thought I'd say hello," he says.

"By touching me?" I roll my eyes.

"I couldn't resist myself," he shrugs.

He leans in close to me. "You're not gonna run off today are you?" He asks.

I laugh.

"No."

"Good," he says and puts an arm around my shoulder. I smile like an idiot and we walk around school talking, I didn't see Jay though. At All. It was like he disappeared. Or maybe I disappeared. Maybe I was the one who was on the other side of being noticed and being too noticed.

Maybe I was becoming too much of the 'in crowd'.

I was chasing the bone with the others while Jay and the rest of them stayed away.

I was turning into a popular person.

A person I don't want to be.

A person I don't know.

I don't know myself.

Who am I? Honestly?

I'm losing myself in this game and yet I liked it.

Oh gosh.