"Isaac?"
He's grown, she noted.
"Hey," he greets nonchalantly brushing sweaty brown curls off his forehead. He bends down slightly to bridge the gap between their heights. "You should look for a better quarterback; the current one is for lack of a better word, utterly useless."
Her anger flared up at his casual remark, and she snapped, "Are you kidding me right now?"
Isaac's surprise registers in his hazel eyes."I'm sorry, it was a joke. I didn't mean to upset you...," his gaze fixed on her, waiting for her response. It's then that realization hits her.
"Fabray," she forces the words out, swallowing the lump in her throat. "Quinn Fabray."
"Cute name." The boyish smile persisted, his dimples accentuating. Her heart skips a beat at the sight. "Isaac. Isaac Hargrave." In the distance, a call for him rings out, and he glances back, laughter bubbling forth.
"Well, Quinn, I have to go, but it's been nice meeting you."
"Yeah, me too."
"The people want to know about Quinn Fabray since no one heard of her for weeks and the internet says you're our best bet for any type of information." Jacob said and Emily could swear she felt her heart break a bit at the mention of her best friend with whom she hadn't had any type of contact for the last three weeks - and not for lack of trying on her part either. "So, Emily Marshall, where is Quinn Fabray?"
"Beats me." She answered shortly, before picking up the books she'd be needing for her classes that morning and closing her locker with a loud bang. "If you manage to make some actual decent investigation for your stupid blog and find out, please, let me know."
Set in season 3
Disclaimer: Some of the dialogues aren't mine and most of the characters aren't either