A/N: This is me making it up to you guys! Reviews are highly appreciated.
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Chapter 5
Shit ain't kosher
"We were mugged," Sonny whined in fake tears, while Puck held his forehead.
"Then Puck here was hit on the head with a baseball bat, he passed out after some minutes, I'm sorry, there was nothing I could do, they held my wrists so hard," she showed her wrists, which were bluish with a hint of violet, Tawni reached out and she winced. Fake winced that is. See it didn't take much to bribe the intern make-up artist, it only took Puck's number, Chad's picture and oh yeah, Tawni's Coco Moco Coco lipstick. Easy as pie and the result was nice.
"Oh my God, does Chad know?" Tawni gasped.
"No, and please don't tell him," Sonny pleaded, but not for real of course, but she knows Tawni, she'll tell Chad for sure. She's that much a gossip.
"Sorry Sweetie, but he has to know," Tawni patted Sonny's cheek and swooned at Puck for a moment before heading to wherever Chad is.
When Tawni was out of the room,
"I must admit Munroe, that was some good acting,"
"Thank you, and now all I have to do is wait," she said as she wiped her fake tears.
After five minutes, Chad barged in to Tawni and Sonny's dressing room, Rachel in tow.
"What happened, Sonny?" Chad walked in and looked at her wrist intently, he touched her wrist and Sonny thanked that intern makeup artist for spraying some hairspray for the makeup to not smear.
"We were mugged Chad, why do you care?"
"Why do I care? Because…"
"Because what?"
"Because I just do!" Chad stormed off the room, Sonny ran after him.
The other half of the square however was having a least blunt way of caring and expressing their woes.
"Oh my God, Noah, what happened?"
"As what Munroe said, we were mugged,"
"Why were you with her anyway?"
"She found me sleeping at the cafeteria,"
"Why were you sleeping at the cafeteria?"
"I was waiting for you"
"For?"
"I didn't know we were playing twenty questions, you're giving me a headache."
"Well I'm sorry for asking,"
"Well I'm sorry for being mugged right after I waited for you for a reason I can't even remember,"
"So now you're turning this on me?"
She stomped her foot, legit stomped her foot like a five-year-old after not getting what she wants. And then she stormed off, in that diva style she oh so perfected. Five minutes later came walking a smiling Sonny.
"Where's Rachel?"
Puck looked at his watch,
"Probably gathered some treats and blahs to make me feel better," Not knowing she's all I fucking need, he almost, almost added.
"How sure are you?"
He lifted a finger as if to silence her, "3…2…1"
And as if on a schedule, Rachel walked in the room, basket full of treats in hand. Sonny smiled at Puck impressively.
"I'm so sorry for acting that way, is there anything I could do to make you feel better?"
Rachel said at Puck's convincing acting of pain. Dude deserves an award, really.
"My mother always kiss my bruises, says it would be better,"
Rachel cringed but pondered.
"Okay…considering that this is a closed wound I will save myself for any possible infection and because I am also a firm believer of kissing anything to make it feel better," Rachel then kissed Puck's forehead.
"An 'okay' would've been just fine, Berry," mentioned girl just rolled her eyes and pulled Noah to the prop house.
And for the record, he did feel better.
Rachel was attached to Puck at the hip leaving Chad alone for the rest of the day, earning Puck a glare at the aforementioned blond.
So what could Chad do? Oh yeah, bother Sonny. Said brunette didn't mind. Far from it, honestly.
"Noah,"
"Yes, Berry?"
"How're you feeling?"
"Fine now"
"Oh Thank God, can you handle everything by yourself now?"
"Of course," and right then he hoped he didn't just say that.
"Great, because Chad just texted, his dad's plane just landed and wants to see me and stat!" She said, a lot chirpier. He didn't like it. At. All.
She was typing furiously on her phone to tell Chad she'd meet him in a few.
Think fast Puck, he thought.
When Rachel gathered her things, about to leave. Puck stood up as if to hug her goodbye but then said,
"Oh hell, ow," while clutching his forehead as if it's life itself. This got Rachel's attention and looks at Puck worriedly.
"Are you really okay? Are you not just saying you are just because you want me to go? You won't get rid of me that easily you know," asked Rachel, her eyes full of worry. It took Puck a lot of resistance to not tell her that he's far from trying to get rid of her.
"I really thought I was, but maybe because I was sitting down the whole time. And fuck ow, standing up is a whole new story, the fuck" Rachel nodded, and bit her lip as if weighing her options. She told him she's just going to make a call.
"Chad, hi, Yea, about that…I can't meet you today, or tonight for that matter. I'm nursing Noah. Say hi to Uncle Ted for me, I'm sorry. I love you… Chad? No…nothing," she hung up, pissed atChad. When she turned around to Noah, she put on her show smile—a useless one no less since Puck can see past her smiles that aren't really there.
"Okay Berry, I'm not buying your crap, what happened?" she broke down and told him about Chadgetting pissed off. He hugged her, she let him and he should feel golden because he gets to hug her but no…'cause he feels like shit.
On the other end of the line, Chad was happily whistling while thinking about spending some time with his best friend later that day. And then his phone rang, seeing that it was Rachel, he grinned.
"Yep Rachel? You ready for tonight?" his grin faded.
"Him again? Right, well call me when you really have the time to spare me, sure, yeah, whatever. What? Okay, bye," Sonny watched the whole exchange.
"I suggest that whoever mugged you should hide for their life. Really, they should," said Chad to Sonny through clenched teeth. It should feel good that he was spending less time with Rachel and more with her but it doesn't….'cause she felt like shit.
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