A Tribe United

Chapter 8

Quinn checked the bathroom stalls and upon finding them empty, turned to face her friends. "We need a plan."

"It has to work." Mercedes added. "We're leaving Saturday."

Brittany bounced on her toes as a brilliant idea lit up her blue eyes. "I know!"

"What is it, Britt?" Santana asked.

"You can go to their basketball game Friday and have signs and cheer them on." Brittany clapped happily.

"Yeah, except we have stuff to do right after school." Quinn made a face. "Marcy's so mean. She's making us work every day after school."

"Quinn, we have to get this done." Mercedes was tired of this fight.

Quinn rolled her eyes.

"How's your plan to do whatever you want?" Santana brought up.

Quinn brightened. "I hugged Demarco Travers and Connie Minkus didn't even flip out."

"Demarco Travers." The girls drooled.

"Wait." Mercedes held up a hand. "Connie said nothing?"

"Nope." Quinn gloated.

"Damn you're lucky!" Santana growled.

The other girls looked at her like she was crazy.

"Oh. Right. But still. Connie is known for being crazy jealous. We heard about her over the summer. She must really feel sorry for you."

The bell rang.

"Shoot!" Mercedes stomped a foot. "We can meet in here after lunch and have ideas!"

ATU

Marcy packed up Laura's room to the best of her ability then went to do the spare rooms then the area downstairs. She stopped to take a break to take her medicine then went back to work.

She did the attic, basement and garage. The kitchen was done from the night before. The only thing she was stuck on was Russell's computers. He liked to collect them, building new ones from old ones. Should they keep them?

She put them in the small "maybe" pile.

When she was done, she went back to her blue house and went upstairs. She went inside Marc's room and went on his computer to post pictures of Russell's and Judy's cars.

She also was on the phone with the workmen on the house. She got a few nibbles on Craigslist for the cars and offered a look.

She got off the phone and went around the corner to the Fabray house. Two men showed up for Russell's car. They were skeptical about a little girl selling them a car but she did have the keys and title so they took it on a test drive.

They had the money in cash so she sold it to them. Her siblings made it home by the time they were leaving.

"Who was that?" Marc demanded.

"Devon and Craig." She replied.

"Why were they here?"

"To buy PR's car."

"Alone?!"

"Ugh!" She sighed heavily with an eye-roll.

"Stop putting yourself in dangerous situations!"

She just looked at him.

He suddenly understood what her hurt eyes were telling him. "It's not your fault. Shit, Marce. Stop that. Stop thinking you deserved what happened to you."