Aligned | Finn Hudson

Her Shoes

(Finn's POV)

It's been two days since me and Camila fought, and I honestly don't know where we stand. She texts me, but I can never find myself texting her back at this point. Everyone heard about our fight, and girls outside of Glee club have been coming up to me to flirt.

Sweat beated down my forehead as I pumped the iron bar close and far away from my body. My shirt started to stick to my stomach, and it got annoying as hell. I put the bar back on the rest and carefully sat up. I went over to my locker and took my shirt off. I wiped my forehead with it, shoved it in my locker, and went back to the station. I laid back down and began to do another fifty reps. I focused on the ceiling as I heard footsteps come my way. "Hey muffin top. " I heard someone say. I looked at saw Karofski standing over me with the new sophomore linebacker Mason. "Maybe you should stay here over night to fix that pudge. Looks like your grandma laid a tray of cupcakes on your stomach and let them soak in to your skin." Mason laughed.

I furiously put the weight on the rest and stood up. "Look at that jiggle, I'm not surprised if she also put jello on it with the cupcakes." Karofski heckled. I grabbed him by his collar and shoved him against the lockers. "ENOUGH!" Bieste yelled. He and Mike pried me off of him and I could feel myself getting angry. Karofski and Mason walked away whispering things I couldn't pick up on. I began to feel upset and I gritted my teeth. I stared at my feet and folded my hands together. The bell rang and I changed back into my school clothes. I grabbed my backpack and walked with Sam to the choir room.

"Don't listen to them. They just needed something to do, just don't think about it." Sam patted my back. "It's kind of hard not to when they've been doing it for a while now. I've been trying to get my baby fat to go away, but it's taking forever." I sighed. I walked into the room and Camila and Rachel were sitting on a stool in front of everyone, and Camileon, I mean Camila....had her guitar. I kept my eyes on the floor as I sat down and looked at Mr. Schuester. "Alright, we will now begin with our first number of the day. Take it away ladies," Mr. Schuester say on top of the piano and let his feet hang over.

Camila stood up and flattened her skirt. That was her favorite outfit to wear: a plain white shirt, a bubblegum pink skirt, and her white converse. She always looked pretty in it, and every day in general when she didn't wear it, and would ask me if she looked okay in it every time she wore it. My answers would always be "You don't look okay, you look gorgeous." It would make her blush hard, and it was cute.

"For my number-" Her eyes met mine and she stopped. She looked at the ground and stayed quiet. "Uh, sorry." She quickly said before tucking her hair behind her ear and clearing her throat. "My number is pretty self explanatory through the words. I don't mean to make anyone feel bad, or sympathize. It's just a song I like. Uh, thank you to Rachel for helping me do this song. It would've been awkward if I did it alone." Some people laughed at her little adorable awkward smile as she grabbed her guitar and sat down. Camila began to strum and sway to the music.

Camila: I wish I could tie you up in my shoes, make you feel unpretty too. I was told I was beautiful, but what does that mean to you? Look into the mirror who's inside there? The one with the long hair. Same old me again today.

Rachel: My outsides are cool, my insides are blue. Everytime I think I'm through, it's because of you. I've tried different ways, but it's all the same. At the end of the day I have myself to blame, i'm just trippin'.

Both: You can buy your hair if it won't grow. You can fix your nose if he says so. You can buy all the make-up that M.A.C. can make. But if you can't look inside you. Find out who am I to, be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty