A/N: So here I am again, starting a new story. After watching a lot of movies and TV shows, I have come up with this idea hence, this idea of mine.

A lot of Glee characters will be here and I might not update every week since today. I realized that I have been trying to please everyone by updating as fast as I can that I found my stories nonsense anymore. I want to create stories that will have great quality instead of just having a great quantity. So I hope you guys won't get mad or something about it. I just want to make sure that everything I will write from this day forward will have better story and will not suck.

So, I haven't proofread this yet but I just want to put this here and let you guys decide if I should continue this one. Thanks for the support you have given me ever since I write my first official story.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Just my stupid ideas and then some. :)

"Give it here, Azimio. Now!" I yelled at him as I waited for him to take off his earring and place it to my waiting palm.

He groans. "Not again. I can't believe you actually see that." he rolled his eyes as he took off his earring and finally gives it to me.

"Now, get to your class before you get late." I put my hands on my hips, glaring at him until he shuts his locker and make his way to his class as I hear him mutter "why everybody did chose her to be class president in the first place?"

I rolled my eyes at that. I've heard that a thousand times before and it doesn't bother me anymore. You see, I earned my rightful place as a class president in Dalton Academy. It was difficult, of course. Being the school which just started to accept girls to an all-boys school before, it's challenging to let everyone make me their president. But it didn't stop me from getting here. It took me a lot of convincing, especially to the guys at this school but I made it. The school director loves me, even the faculty member. The only problem is the guys who are always there to ruin my day.

There are the only ones who is giving me a hard time every time I step my foot on this school. And for a school that has zero tolerance policy, I never thought it would be so hard for me to make this school a better place for everyone, especially girls like me.

I, Rachel Berry, senior class president, will do whatever it takes to make this school known for being a role model school that has students who excel in everything. I want the whole America to know that this place has become a good place for everyone to enroll at. And by everyone, I mean the girls who are reluctant on enrolling here because of the reputation this school has before.

Before Dalton Academy became co-ed, I have heard a lot of bad things from it. I heard that the guys are rude and mean, and doesn't have respect for girls and elders that everyone looks at them as bad influences. And when I found out that the school would start to accept girls this year, I made a goal for myself and for the school. I know it sounds ambitious but it what I always wanted to do. I wanted to change something for the benefit of everyone. And in this case, it's for the benefit of all the girls that are not sure of going to this school when they finish Middle School.

I walk to the halls of Dalton with a head held high and a determination within me. Before I graduated, I will make this school a better place for everyone, whatever it takes.

I was checking the hall for those students who cut classes every time and order them to get to class. So far, I caught two guys who are hiding themselves by being caught by me. Guess where are they now? Of course they are on their way back to their respective classes, wearing a scared look on their faces. Oh yes, I did that. I can make any guys in here trembling on their knees if I wanted to.

I was about to make my way to my own class when I heard sniffling at the end of the hall. I furrowed my brows and immediately went towards the noise.

"Why can't you go out with me?" I heard some girl said. I step closer to her and found out that she's the one that's crying and that she's not alone.

"I don't like you. I'm sorry." The guy, who I found standing in front of her, said to her with a deadpanned voice. I frowned and step closer to them.

"Hey, you guys should go to your classes, now." I said to the both of them. The girl just nodded and runs down the hallway as she cries, leaving me with the guy who I actually know and loathe.

Finn-freaking-Hudson, the guy who is responsible for all the crying girls every day at this school. Seriously, doesn't he get tired of making every girl in this school cry? What does he have anyways that makes every girl in Dalton confess their feeling to him? I just don't really get it.

"As for you, Mr. Hudson." I stopped him from his tracks. "Can you just have a day in this school without making any girl cry for once?" I glared at him. Even at his 6'3 height, I can order him whenever I want. He's just like any guys at this school. They're all making my day bad by doing something.

"It's not my fault if they're expecting something from me." He just shrugs.

"Wha – Hey! You don't treat girls like that. You can at least turn them down without making them cry." I gritted out. How can this guy even go to sleep at night? Doesn't he even care about those girls at all?

He raises his eyebrow at me. "Do you have a suggestion, then?" he asked.

"Well – " I stop, not sure of what to say to him. Come to think of it, how can you really say no to someone without them getting hurt. All of the ideas in my head won't work at all.

"See, even you don't have ideas." He puts his hands on his pockets before walking away.

I glared as I turned and watched his retreating form. "I'm not done talking to you, Hudson!"I yelled at him, but not too much since the classes already started and I don't want any teachers going out of their classrooms and telling me to shut up.

"I'm late for my class, President!" he said and raises his hand, giving me a peace sign.

I let out a frustrated groan. That's why I hate guys at this school. They never know how to properly treat a lady. I huffed before I finally walk my way to class.

"Hey, you wanna go watch a movie after school? You know there's a lot of good movie to watch right now," Kurt asks me and Santana as we both find our own table to the school lunch hall. And since Dalton kind of looks like an old mansion from a very stinking rich family, the lunch hall or cafeteria as they call it, is kind of vintage looking. If you watched the Harry Potter movies, you will see what their lunch hall looked like. Well, ours is kind of like that but a bit more modern.

"I can't guys," I said when we found empty seats and sat down. "I gotta help my mom around the house."

"Oh yeah, you're not available every Monday and Thursday." Santana remembered me saying before. "It's kinda makes me think that you have like a job or something."

I flinched a bit but neither of them saw. Kurt was about to speak when a loud squeals from the girls interrupted us, and by us I mean everyone who is at lunch hall.

"Oh, look at that. There they are again." I said with a deadpanned voice.

"You can always know what is happening when the girls starts screaming." Santana added, looking a bit bored as she started eating her lunch.

And just as we thought, the five guys who became the girl's attraction at this school came walking towards the hall. You know, if this is a movie or a TV show, they could have gives them a slow scene in here, with their hands combing their hair to make it cooler. If I was the director, I could have planted some mines on the floor so every one of them would die while I laugh devilishly on the side.

I can still remember how the five of them became the school's coolest guys and my own personal enemies.

"Hey," Marley said, getting excited all of a sudden. "Do I look okay?" she studies herself as she sat next to me. Santana, Kurt and I looked at her weirdly as she tries to fix her hair which looks fine to be honest.

"Yeah," I said slowly. "What's going on, Marley?"

And before Marley can answer my question the front door of the student lounge opens, revealing five guys who seem to be new at this school, or maybe I'm the new one, I just haven't seen them around.

"That's what's happening." Marley said, staring at the guys like they're food or something. Honestly, it looks weird. She looks weird.

"Who are they?" Santana asked.

"They are what they call the Five Aces!" Marley said and then started to fan herself using her hand.

I frowned. "Like in the deck of cards? But isn't there only four?"

"No, it's not like the deck of cards. They call themselves that because they aces at five things. Like, totally 100% perfect."

"Which are?" Kurt ask, joining the conversation.

"Wealth. Looks. Brains. Talent. And Sex!" she said, counting with her fingers as she said every word.

I made a face. "Really? That's seems unlikely. How can those five guys be on the same group having those five qualities? It seems unreal and really impossible to me."

"It just does, Rachel." Marley glances at us before looking back to the guys who are now sitting comfortably at one of the tables. "Now look at them."

The three of us turn our heads at them when they sat at one of the tables not far from us. Clearly none of us is interested but we're just doing it for Marley.

"You see that guy with the blonde hair?" she pointed her finger to the guy who has earphones on his ears and playing something on his phone. "That guy is Sam Evans. Captain of the Fencing Team. His dad owns a lot of businesses in the whole US and his mom is the directress of the school." She beams at us.

"So Mary Evans is his mom," Kurt says, intrigued.

"Then there's the twins, Jake and Noah Puckerman," Marley then pointed her fingers to the guys who just started to arm wrestle. Now, I really doubt that all of them are smart.

"They're twins?" Santana asked. "But the other one is black and the other looks Hispanic."

"Well, they're fraternal. Their dad's black and mom's Latina. Anyways, the father owns a law firm here and in New York while their mom is a chef and owns a couple of restaurant here in Ohio. They're both on the basketball team and both really good at it."

"And that guy over there," she said, now pointing to the guy with the curly hair and checking out every one who passes their table. "That guy's Blaine Anderson. His dad's a chief surgeon at the Westerville Hospital and his mom's a real estate agent. He's the captain of the swimming team. He's a bit different from the other guys though."

"Because he's short?" Santana snorted.

"Nope," Marley said, emphasizing the 'p'. "Just watch."

All of us turn our eyes to the guy and watch him check out a guy who's passing their table just now. He says something to the guys. Something like, "catch you later, guys," before following the guy.

"Wait, that's Sean. Isn't he straight?" I asked, looking at the three.

"That's the thing about Blaine. He can make a guy gay if he wants. I bet he has magic powers."

The three of us look at each other but said nothing. Marley can be like that sometimes.

"And finally," she cocks her head to point the last guy she hasn't introduced yet. "That's Finn Hudson, their leader. Both of his parents are members of the board of this school. Dad's a congressman and owns different businesses here and abroad while her mom is a professor in Harvard. He's not into sports but loves to play piano, guitar and drums. He can sing too just like the other guys and he's also the smartest, richest and actually everything the guys' great at, he's better than them."

I stared at the guy and didn't found anything interested at him, even if Marley bombarded us with everything she knows about him. But then his eye turned to me and I have to look away. He might think that I actually like him or something. No way.

"So, how did you know all of this?"I asked Marley while she looks back at four guys at the table.

"I have my sources." She then turns her head back to us and lean closer to the table. "So, who do you like from them?" she asked, grinning.

Santana made a face. "I didn't even get turned on from everything you just have said about them so no one."

Marley just made a face of disgust before turning her head to Kurt.

"Don't ask me. I'm not interested." He holds up his hands.

"Not even Blaine?" she asked.

"No way. The guys look like HIV positive."

"How about you Rachel?" she turns to me.

I glance back to the guys and found that Finn guy staring at me again. I look back immediately to Marley and shook my head.

"I'd rather focus my energy on being a senior president than fawn over them." I say as I stare at them with uninterested expression.

Marley frowned. "You guys are just plain boring. No wonder none of you get laid. And I know that's saying something coming from me." She crossed her arms.

Santana raise her eyebrows, amused. "Seriously? You of all people talk to me about getting laid like that?" She scoffed.

"Whatever. I'm just going to be there, wishing for the guys to look at me." She said excitedly before leaving us.

Kurt yelled at her. "Good luck!"

I just shook my head at Marley as I try my best to ignore that Finn guy, who just won't stop looking at me. Seriously, what's his deal anyway? When I got more uncomfortable and annoyed by his stares, I turned my head and glared at him. And to my surprise and frustration, he didn't even back down. He just kept on staring at me with amusement in his eyes. I narrowed my eyes at him, challenging him. The staring contest eventually ended when that guy Sam talk to him. But before he even tore his eyes away from mine, he just winks at me and smirked. He winks at me!

And from that day, I knew that those guys, especially that Finn Hudson would make my life as the senior class president a living hell. Of course, just weeks after their transfer to the school, they started to cause disturbances at the school. Singing at hallways like it was their concert, picking up a fight with every guy they get angry with, and the most infuriating thing is when they caused a lot of crying girls running when they broke their delicate hearts. Some even transferred because of it. And that's why when I got elected as the president, I make it my goal to stop those five guys from creating trouble and make sure that every girl that will study here at Dalton will not be disappointed.

Being elected as president is not that easy of course. When you're in a school that used to be for boys only, it's hard to get their trust. Especially, when there are a lot of people who likes Finn Hudson to be the president. Yeah, I can't believe he will be my number one nemesis at this school. But luckily for me, he rejected the offer and said that he was not interested and would rather give this title to someone who is more responsible than him. Of course, that's me. That's why the students had no choice but to make me their president. Because I am the most eligible one for the job. Only me. Rachel Barbra Berry.

"Hey, princess!" Puck says as he and his group of delinquents passes the hallway. Of course, the girls stop to just stare at them and I have no choice but sigh in frustration and roll my eyes at them when all five of them turn their heads to look at me. They even have the audacity to smile at me.

The girls around me stare at me, noticing the guys looking at me. Some of them frowned and some of them glared at me. But thankfully, none of them attack me or something. Being a president has its perks, I guess.

I say goodbye to my friends when our classes ended and immediately left the school. I still have to catch the bus so I can't be late. Columbus is only 19 kilometers from Westerville but I still have to be early in order to get ready.

Okay, I know what you're thinking. I know you're all confused on what I'm saying right now. You see, being in Dalton is hard, and I'm not talking about the academically. Of course not. I'm an A plus student but somehow, I still can't beat Hudson. He is always higher than me when it comes to exams. And it's making me hate him more. Anyway, what I'm talking about is the tuition. My mom is only just a teacher in a public school in Lima so we can't really afford Dalton. I can only go to that school thanks to the scholarship I got when I apply for it. Let's just say, my mom wanted me to go to Dalton because she doesn't want me to go to a public school anymore after some bullying I got before. So she encourage me to study hard and when we got the news that Dalton is finally accepting girls this year, I immediately apply for scholarship and thankfully, I got it. But it doesn't mean that we don't have anything to pay after that. I still got books and other things to pay for just to graduate.

So, right now, I'm working as a waitress in a local diner in Columbus. And not just some ordinary waitress, but a singing waitress. Yes, it's kind of embarrassing to admit but it's the only job I can find at that time when I'm looking for one. But it's not that bad, though. The pay is good enough to pay bills and other stuff to help my mom paying with.

And if you're kind of wondering why I decided to work at Columbus, a place that is far away from Westerville, well, it's kind of simple. Nobody knows that I have job. No one, not even my friends at Dalton. Nada. Nope.

It's not that I'm ashamed though. Well, maybe a little. But if you have a reputation like mine in Dalton, it's hard to let everyone know that I work as a singing waitress at some diner when you know they are all respecting you as the senior class president. So, I kept it as a secret, to maintain my reputation and power at Dalton, and to make everyone still follow me as their president.

"Hi, Rachel!" Ms. Emma Pillsbury, the diner's manager and my employer greeted me when I arrived at Starlight Diner's locker room. I owe her this job because without her, I might not even have this job at all. She accepted me even if I don't know how to be waitress before and respected my decision when I told her that working here is a secret of mine and I don't want anyone that I know in Westerville to know. So when there are times that some people from Westerville came by at the diner, she makes sure that I don't know them and if I do, she will make a way to make them not see me.

"Hi, Ms. Pillsbury!" I greeted back as I removed my coat and change into my uniform.

"I'm grateful that you agree to have a double shift today. Tina is sick today and can't make it. I hope it's okay with you." She said.

"Oh, it's fine. I don't have anything else to do later anyway and I can really use the money."

"That's great! So you'll be singing a song later?"

"Um, sure!" I smiled and closed my locker.

"Great! Good luck later." She smiled then waved goodbye before finally leaving the locker room.

When I got out of the locker room, I plastered a smile on my face and started my shift. Today the diner is packed as usual and I kind of need to work as fast as I can in order to make the customers happy.

My day at the diner went by so fast that I didn't realize that it's almost closing time. I stared outside the window and sigh in relief that everything went smoothly this day. And because the staff at the diner are only few, we need to help each other cleaning the place and organize everything before closing. Me, being the only one who can lift heavy things, are in charge of taking out the trash. In order for me to be president of the school, I need to have strength in order to defend myself in case of emergency. So I did a lot of exercise and manage to be as strong as possible.

I went to the kitchen and saw the three garbage bag ready for me. I saw Bree, one of my coworker and also my friend at the diner, looking at me.

"You want help?" she asked me.

"No, I'm fine. I can do it." I assured her. I take a deep breath and cracked my knuckles before finally lifting one bag of garbage and bring it at the back of the diner. I went back to take the others and put next to the others at the back.

I dusted off my palm and let out a breath. I put my hands on my hips and smiled at my accomplishment. See, I told you I can do it.

"Nice uniform." I heard someone say behind me. I turned quickly and I really wish I didn't when I found out who it is.

I froze in place and I think my heart stops beating at all. No, this can't be.

"It looks cute on you, President." He winks at me and smiled.

I turned around and immediately walk back to the diner, shutting the door quickly and leaned back to it. I groaned in frustration. I'm a dead meat. Everyone will know now. I'm so dead!

"Are you okay?" Bree steps closer, worried.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine, Bree." I smiled at her before going back to the locker room.

I change quickly back to my clothes, still can't believe that someone saw me, in my uniform, in Starlight Diner. Oh my god. What should I do?

I take my back and say goodbye to everyone before going to the back of the diner to leave. I slowly opened the door and peek outside, checking if he's still there. When the coast is clear, I sighed in relief and step out. Maybe I'm seeing things. Maybe it's not him. But he called me President? Oh crap, it is real.

"Oh, so it's really you" I heard the same voice beside me.

I turned my head and see him leaning back at the wall of the diner, with his hands on his pockets.

"I thought it was someone you look alike." He spoke again, pushing himself from the wall.

He steps closer to me and smile. "So, why is the senior class president in here?" he bends and leans his head closer to me while I stare at him, frozen again in place.

"F-Finn." I gasped. "What are you doing here?"

A/N: So that's it. I know it's quite short but I just want to know if you guys will like it before I move forward with this one. Let me know what you think. I'm actually writing three stories right now and I can't believe I'm doing it haha.

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