flirt - noah puckerman

Chapter 13

chapter thirteen - bad reputation pt. 1

Noah's POV

I frown as Erin muffles down a laugh-- the two of us sat in the front seat of my car.

"My mom found a mole on my head, and she started crying about sunblock and how she's always telling me to wear a hat when I'm cleaning pools. So she made me go see a dermatologist-- he said he had to shave my head to get a closer look at it," I sigh.  "And then it was nothing!  They maimed me over a fucking freckle!" 

"It's really not that bad, Noah," she giggles, scanning her eyes over my head. 

"You can't even look at me without laughing," I frown. 

"I'm laughing because you're being so dramatic," she grins and reaches over to lace her fingers with mine, making me let out a long sigh. 

"I feel like that guy who lost all his hair then lost all his strength," I groan.

"Samson?" She cocks an eyebrow at me. 

"Agassi," I correct her, making her snicker.  "Erin, this morning I pulled up to a stoplight next to Jacob Ben Israel, and he actually had the balls to look me in the eyes... I mean it's just a mohawk, right?  I'm still Puckasaurus," I frown, looking down at the steering wheel. 

"Noah, the only new development from this weekend that you should be worried about is the fact you made the conscious decision to refer to yourself as 'Puckasaurus,'" she teases, as I look up at her with a soft smile.  "It's just a mohawk, Puck," she smiles, placing a small reassuring kiss on my lips before grabbing her backpacking and getting ready to head inside. 

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Erin's POV

After the end of third period, I grabbed my bag and headed into the hallway towards my locker.  I make eye contact with Finn who frowns before hurrying over to me.  

"I'm going to fucking kill him," he huffs angrily. 

"What?" I laugh, opening up my locker. "Who?"

"Puckerman," Finn furrows his eyebrows at me in confusion.

"Because he shaved his mohawk?" I cock an eyebrow at him. 

"What? No," he scoffs. "Because he's dating Mercedes."

"Okay, Finn," I roll my eyes in disbelief, grabbing my books and closing the locker.  I turn and feel my entire body freeze, spotting Noah down the hall at Mercedes' locker.  I attempt to swallow the nausea I felt as my eyes trailed down to see their intertwined fingers.

"Erin?" Finn frowns.  He follows my line of vision just in time to see Noah lean in and place a small kiss on Mercedes' lips.  Finn huffs in disgust before lunging in their direction.  I frown and grab his wrist, holding him back from storming over to them. "He can't fucking do that," Finn raises his voice in frustration.  

"I can take care of this myself, Finn," I mutter, making him sigh in defeat.  I look back in their direction once again and lock eyes with Noah, whose face immediately fell into a guilty frown.  I exhale and turn my back to him before making my way down the hallway.