Titanium: a glee fic (S4)

Lunch Time (the New Rachel)

"You had enough time, so who is it?" Tina asked from her spot at our lunch table,

"You can't rush the casting process.  My genius needs it's dream time." Artie responded to the impatient bunch who kept hounding him, when a soft voice interjected,

"You guys are the Glee Club, right? Hi, I'm gonna try out. I'm a sophomore.  My name is Marley." she said, I smiled, I liked her already.

"Okay, well, lots of competition, so good luck to you." Tina said, and I heard a small amount of condecention tone in her voice.

"Good luck," I wished her, she smiled and walked off.  Unique/Wade sat down across from Bella and I,

"Unique offers her greetings and salutations." she said, I smiled at her.

"Wade, you can't wear that makeup and stuff in here.  You have to understand how this stuff works.  It's like Game of Thrones." I narrowed my eyes at Sam,

"Yeah, the peace between us and the truly popular kids is weak winter is coming.  It's not gonna take much for us to get smacked down to the bottom again." Artie said I was getting seriously pissed off by this change in manner of the glee club.  Blaine saw my face and said something to try to keep the peace,

"Maybe you should just save Unique for performances and be Wade the rest of the time,"

Blaine, honey it wasn't working,

"All right I'll go take off my face." She said, she slowly got up and walked away,

"What the hell guys?" I hissed at everybody, just before I could reem them out,

"Hey, glee people." a little blond said as she sat down with two goons,

"Hey, Kitty." Artie said way to quickly, I gave him a look while one of the goons opened their ignorant mouth.

"Hey, you guys see the new lunch lady? She's so fat, they took a picture of her last Christmas.  Still printing."

Remember Presley, you don't want to go to prison, I clenched the silverware in my hands.

"Hey, she has to wear a watch on both wrists because she covers two time zones." I started to seethe silently, the rest of the glee kids looked uncomfortable.  I could feel Bella's hand on my arm,

"Maybe she has, like, a medical condition or she swallowed somebody with a medical condition." Brittany said innocently, the goons and Kitty were laughing.

"Right, Artie?" the same one asked Artie, I turned my head and gave him the raised eyebrow, -you betta not - look, he looked so uncomfortable but he gave in and said,

"When she sits around the house, she really sits around the house." At this point I got up from the table and stalked out of the cafeteria.

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*Bella's POV*

"Presley," I called out as I went to follow her, the blond bitch had the nerve to say,

"What are you two some sort of butch lesbo couple?" I turned to her and stared at the smirky little face that I wished to burn off,

"Honey, we are both straighter than the pole your mom dances on." I heard some quiet noises of admiration as I leaned forwards, "Word of advice you basic cunt," I said staring at her, her lips were pursed, inviting a challenge "Don't fucking come for either of us, because bitch, you. will. lose." I stood up brushing off the front of my flannel shirt, "I promise," and with that, I walked away after Presley.
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*Back to Presley's POV*

I opened my locker and threw my lunch in and slammed it shut again, I paused and rested my head on my locker when I heard a noise,

"Oh yeah tough guys what are you gunna do?  Hit the gay away? fuck you, you homophobic bible thumping hypocrites." I heard someone say, I then heard something thrown against the lockers.

"Who the fuck do you think you are talking to you fa-"

"Hey!" I bellowed at them as I turned around the hallway and towards the pack of losers that were surrounding a shorter guy, I couldn't see him clearly but I knew he was there.

"OwOW! hey mommi what it do?" Said one of the losers.  I narrowed my eyes and stalked forward,

"You want to fucking die boy?" I asked, they all laughed at me, "Cause you must be a special type of stupid to talk to me like that you arrogant spineless waste-of-space little bitch," they all started cackling,

"What's your name mommi?" He said grabbing at me,

"Oh I'm sorry, you must be new here." I said, "My name is Presley Ace Jackson, and I'm your worst fucking nightmare," and with that, I slapped him across the face, clawing him with my nails.  He screamed out in pain.  The rest of his friends took off down the hallway and left him there on the ground.  I took a step towards the guy who was being harassed and I may have accidentally, (on purpose) stepped on the losers genitalia with my large heels as I passed.  Whoops?

"Damn remind me to never get on your bad side, you are seriously fierce." he said, he was taller than I expected, but definitely not 6'0, maybe more around Blaine's height.

I smirked, "It's a gift." He held out his hand,

"Mitch D'Angelo," he said smiling, his smile was so bright, that he actually made me smile in return.

"Presley, well I guess you knew that." I said as I shook his hand.  Just then Bella came around the corner and looked at the scene.

"The fuck did I miss?"