Little Miss Hudson (a ryder lynn fanfic)

Chapter 6

Ryders pov

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I was starring at her. She was so beautiful. She looked so sexy in that uniform- snap out of it Ryder, she broke your heart.

"Hey Mike... Can we meet up after school?" She asked-ugh. I don't even what to say his name.

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Kathryn's Pov

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I walked into cheerios practice. I began to warm up. After I was fully stretched, Coach Sue came in.

"Okay ladies, hustle up!" She pointed towards me. "This. Is Kathryn. She is new co-captain. And dance instructor of the cheerios."

Santana and Brittney cheered. I smiled.

"Okay. Im sick of looking at you stupid hooligins. Run laps!" I began to set out, but I was pulled back by Coach Sylvester. Behind her was Becky.

"Now Becky, why don't you go make fun of William Shuester's hair for me, while I talk to K."

"K?" I asked.

"Thats what Im going to call you now. You remind me of a young Sue Sylvesyer. Your Fit and Beautiful. Your co-captain is Becky. I was wondering if you could keep an eye put for her when I'm not around." She said, looking me in the eye.

"Well actually, I have a lot of experience with down-syndrome people. I was a counselor at a camp for special needs. I think Becky is adorable." I said truthfully.

"I like you even more now, K. Just, keep an eye out for her, she is very sensitive. I'll tell her to tell you if anything bothers her." She said.

"Now, go run laps." She said, back to her normal, grumpy self. I liked her better when she told me that I was beautiful.

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I caught up to Brittney and Santana.

"Hey girls!" I said, back to my bubbly self.

We walked into glee club, ponytails swinging.

I decided to do a number. I raised my hand.

"Kathryn, go ahead." Mr.Shue told me.

I whispered my song to the band, they all knew it, and started playing, I began to sing.

I pointed to artie, and he knew what to do.

Artie:

What we gotta do right here is go back, back to the top.

Kathryn:

I love the way you make me feel

I love it, I love it

I love the way you make me feel

I love it, I love it

Artie (new directions):

Say, I'm thinking 'bout her every second, every hour

Do my singing in the shower

Picking petals off the flowers like

Do she love me, do she love me not? (love me not)

[One version:] I ain't a player, I just crush a lot (crush a lot)

I ain't a player (I just play her, I just play her)

You give me that kind of something

Want it all the time, need it everyday

On a scale of one to ten I'm at a hundred