There were rumors of what happened to me this past summer. I found it hilarious the shit Lima had managed to come up with. Apparently, I had been shipped overseas, was a coke addict, or my personal favorite, I was dead. I suppose in a way, I had died this summer. The old Quinn Fabray was gone and a new Quinn had risen from its pitiful ashes. I was no longer the victim, I had finally gained the power. I was tired of taking orders from everyone. Eat less, Quinn. Date football players, Quinn. Stay on the Cheerios and quit Glee, my minion. Fuck that. I take control now. First order of business? Making Rachel Berry mine. The dwelling power in me chuckled at the thought. I had wanted that girl since freshman year of high school but had never been confident enough to resist the pressure my parents put on me. That would all end now. It was senior year and to me, the year of the Berry.
I strolled down the halls of McKinley High and I knew all eyes were on me. Why wouldnât they be? I wasnât the Quinn Fabray they knew and despised a few months ago. My pink hair, nose ring, and gothic sense of style was something new and rare around the school. I smirked, for once enjoying all the attention I was getting. This only meant one thing to me, Rachel would notice me. I didnât have to wait too long before I had sensed her worry for me. I was behind the bleachers, skipping math class, and hanging around my latest minions. They called themselves the Skanks. Iâm still not too sure how I feel about this. Itâs just a title though and if it really bothers me, I know a perfect way to make them see things my way. The corner of my lip flips back into its now natural form of a smirk, the rough smoke of a cigarette warming my now practically soulless body. I exhaled slowly, the smoke falling from my lips in a thick white stream. The Skanks were impressed at how long I could hold the smoke inside. If only they knew what else I could do. I flicked the cigarette, my thoughts wandering away for hardly a moment when I could smell her. Yes, smell her. It was one of the stupider powers of my new self, a heightened sense of smell. At least, I thought it was a stupid power until now. A strong wind of pomegranate shampoo filled my every sense and I had to close my eyes, knowing full well that my eyes were dilating. My lips parted to speak one word, âBerry.â
She nodded at me, âQuinn.â Her eyes shifted to my little group of new friends. ââŠdo you mind? Iâd like to speak with Quinn alone.â She huffed cutely but I had to keep my face neutral. There was no need for her to know how easily she affected me.
I glanced over my shoulder at the Skanks. They didnât seem particularly too happy that Rachel basically dismissed them. I waved my hand in the air, âJust go. Iâll meet you after school behind the dumpsters.â They still werenât budging. Fuck it. I turned completely around, gritted my teeth and allowed my eyes to fully dilate. I glared at them through completely black eyes, âIâll meet you after school.â Funny how an eye color change sent people scurrying off to do your bidding. I shook my head, blinking twice until I felt the demonic power recede back into my inner core. It was only when I was certain my eyes had drawn back to their normal blue that I turned around, arms folded across my chest. âWhat do you want, Berry?â
âFirst, Iâd like you to stop smoking⊠itâs disgusting.â She wrinkled her nose and I had to beat myself up internally to stay in my spot and not kiss her. âSecondly, weâve been worried sick about you. You didnât show up to glee club.â She pouted slightly.
I closed my eyes, shaking my head. âLook, Berry. Iâm not a part of that little tap dancing, jazz handsing group anymore. Iâve found the real me⊠and making a fool out of myself isnât a part of the real me.â I slid my fingers through my pink hair, trying not to focus on the obvious hurt lingering in Rachelâs eyes. I sighed, smearing my burning cigarette into the brick wall behind her. She seemed uncomfortable with our closeness. Good.
She cleared her throat gently, placing a hand lightly on my stomach, making my muscles spasm in anticipation. âJust⊠think about it?â She bit her lip, her dark pools of eyes lifted to meet mine before she whispered, âI miss you.â Without waiting for my reaction, Rachel turned and left, her fingers gliding across my abdomen.
Damnit, Berry. I could still feel her hand against my stomach, her fingers still ghostly splayed out against me. I blinked, watching her form retreat back into William McKinley. I licked my lips, thinking only thing: I had to have her.
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