A/N:Ok, so here is a new story i've been thinking about. Don't know if people will actually like it, but I don't think i've seen this idea been done. I don't think so anyways. This story is highly based off of the movie, Just Friends, with Ryan Reynolds and Amy Smart. Obviously this is Faberry! I've had the idea stuck in my head for awhile and needed to get it out. No fears though! I am almost done of an update of one of my other stories! I won't say which one though ;) haha but anyways, this story will have some Pezberry and Brittberry stuff. Also, my own character, who would pave the way for some other stuff between everyone. So...if you like it, let me know :):)

I do not own anything other then my own fictional characters! Wish I owned Ryan Reynolds too! lol

LOS ANGELES

"Well, I don't really care what you have to say! I want him. I want him in my office, on Monday morning. I don't care how you do it, just get it done!" I yell, angrily. I slam down the phone in my office and turn to look around the room. It's filled with awards and diplomas and a whole bunch of pictures. My eyes flit from picture to picture and I can't help but smirk. I've done good for myself.

I sigh briefly and lay back in my chair, stretching my hands over my head. I turn to the door when there's a hesitant knock and see a puny little intern, hesitantly sticking his head in. Damn, what was his name again? Carter? Cameron?

"Um...Ms. Berry?" He questions, as if my name was a fucking question. Everybody knows my damn name. I raise an eyebrow in his direction. He clears his throat. "Trish wants to see you in her office. Immediately." He states and my ears perk up at the mention of my boss. I smirk briefly. What does that woman have for me now? I nod, indicating i've heard him. I stare at him for a moment when he doesn't move.

"Anything else, slick?" I question, and I almost want to laugh when he looks like he's about to piss his pants. He shakes his head widely and practically runs away from my office. Just as most do. I chuckle to myself. Am I bitch? Sure am. Do I like being a bitch? Sure do. However, sometimes I get that damn pesky feeling in my gut. Fuckin' guilt.

In all reality, I shouldn't be so mean to others, considering how I was treated when I was a kid. Middle school and High school were the worst parts of my life. I still have nightmares about them.

Growing up sucked for me. Always had. The kids were mean and didn't care about anyone other than themselves. They bullied and teased so many people and they felt nothing. No guilt. Nothing. I always hated that.

So, technically, I shouldn't be so mean and manipulative. I should be proud that I rose above it all. Oh well. I mean, I used to be nice. Way back then. I cared about everyone. I had a heart, years ago. Now it just sits in my chest, keeping me alive. With no other purpose.

FLASHBACK

I smile as I walk down the hallways of McKinley High School. It was a new year and I was excited. Maybe I would make some new friends. Maybe people would be nicer to me here. I continued to walk down the hallway, not noticing the familiar stares of my peers and the ice cold beverages that sat in about ten cups. I didn't notice them, until it was too late.

I felt the beverage before I seen it. I cough up the delicious beverage as it enters my mouth but I can't help but feel tears start to well up in my eyes as the corn syrup seeps in. I hear the laughter all around me and although it isn't anything new, it stings now more than ever.

"Hahaha, look at thunder thighs here!" I hear a familiar voice yell through the crowd. "I'm surprised she can even fit through the front door." The hallway busts into more laughter, and I try desperately to open my eyes. I can see a blurred version of a familiar Latina. Of course she goes here. "How's that feel, Chunky Monkey?" The Latina asks, stepping closer to me. I sniffle as quietly as possible. I don't want her to have the satisfaction that she's hurt my feelings. "How does this feel?" She asks, and I nearly shriek when I feel another two beverages being poured on top of me. I cry out and take off in the direction of, hopefully, the bathroom.

END OF FLASHBACK

I sigh deeply and shake off the old memory. I hated the way I was treated back then. But I hated how I looked even more. I stand up and run my hands down, my now, toned abdomen and smile softly. I worked hard to get where I am today. Very hard. I close my eyes briefly, trying to regain the instant bitch that I know I need to be in order to go see Trish.

Trish Danson was the CEO and owner of Vocal Courage Inc. She was a stunning red head with dark eyes that would make any man, or woman, crawl at her feet. She may be in her late 40's but she's definitely a looker. Quite the manipulator as well. She's even better than me.

Vocal Courage Inc. is known worldwide for having the most popular singers. We sign on more singers than any other company in L.A. and I, Rachel Berry, am their number one recruiter. Which is why Trish always wants to see me. She knows that I can get the job done in the least amount of time. I'm very persuasive.

Upon reaching Trish's office, I give myself a moment to take a deep breath. This is gonna be it. I'm going to get promoted to that VP spot i've had my eye on. I really should of had that spot already, but Trish is holding back for some reason. Why, I have no idea. I shake my head slightly and knock on the door. I hear her voice yell something so I open the door and walk in.

When my eyes reach hers, she instantly smiles. She has a blue tooth attached to her ear and holds up a finger towards me, while motioning to a chair with the other hand. I nod and take a seat in the chair at the front of her desk.

"You listen here, Parker. I want Katie Szadone here. I don't care what you have to offer the little shit. She's worth it. I've heard her sing. I want that woman in here as soon as possible. Don't make me send Rachel out there to finish what you can't." She says, sending me a wink. I smirk. "That's what I like to hear. Get it done." She finishes and presses a button on her bluetooth. "Rachel, darling. How goes the battle?" She asks, folding her hands together and setting her elbows on her desk.

"Well, Navi is this close to signing. I have him on the edge of his seat." I say, proudly. I smirk once again. "All he needs is about, oh, " I pause, looking at my watch, "...two hours and he's ours. Declan is writing up the contract as we speak." I say, and she nods approvingly. She shakes her head.

"Oh Rachel, I can always count on my best girl." She says, smiling widely. She huffs a breath and reaches down behind the desk. She pulls up a folder and throws it on the desk in front of me. "Which is why i'm sending my best agent for this girl." I try to hide the knowing smile from my face as I pick up the folder and open it up, seeing a picture of a young brunette. My eyes soften, if only for a moment, when I realize that she looks like me when I was in High school. You know, if I wasn't a whale back then that is. "That is Clarissa Waters. She's a senior in High school and has the voice of a damn angel. I've heard it and I want it. So i'm sending you, to retrieve her." Trish says, her eyes telling something that i'm not understanding. So I just nod.

"Ok, where am I going to?" I ask, peeling my eyes away from the picture again. Trish's smile falters slightly. Uh oh.

"That's the thing, baby. You're gonna get a blast from the past." She says and my heart freezes. My eyes turn sour and I raise an eyebrow, daring her to continue. "Lima, Ohio." I instantly jump out of my seat, throwing the folder on her desk. Normal people would of flinched at my abrupt movement but Trish just sits there, unmoving. Actually, she kind of looks amused. That bitch.

"Fuck that, Trish! I'm not going back to that hell hole!" I yell, starting to pace. I shake my head. No fuckin' way. "I deserve a lot better than this, and you know it! I work my ass off for you! Give this to Peterson, or something!" I continue to yell, not caring if i'm too loud.

"Peterson can't handle this. You can." Trish answers, and I whirl around to face her, my face full of anger. "You're the best. I need the best." She says and I shake my head.

"I'm not doing this. I left there without looking back for a damn reason. That place is toxic!" I growl, and Trish nods. "It's like a big, fuckin'..."

"Do this, and the VP position is yours." She interupts and I immediately shut up. I turn my eyes to hers. She's amused but she's also completely serious. Still...

"You're serious?" I question and she simply nods, a smirk starting to erupt on her face. "VP is mine if I do this." I state and she nods. She stands up and walks around the desk.

"VP is yours if you do this and succeed, just like I know you will." Trish says, walking up to her infamous wall of photos. She's posed with practically every singer the company has ever signed. "I know it sucks. I was a kid once too, and it wasn't easy." She says, her voice full of regret. Why regret though? She sighs and turns to me. "Rachel, sweetheart, I know about what went down there with you, but let me tell you. "She pauses, licking her lips. "People change."

"Ya right. People don't..."

"They do." She interupts, her eyes boring into mine. "I'm living proof of that." She answers and I quirk an eyebrow. She sighs. "Get the job done, Rach. Whether you want to or not, this is yours. You will own it, just like you always do." Trish says, walking back over to her desk. She picks up an envelope and tosses it at me. I catch it and look at the front, noticing that it is addressed to me. "That is your ticket into the High School." She says, pausing so that another smirk can make its way to her face. "Rachel Berry, you are going to your ten year, High School reunion." She says, and I immediately frown. Fuck.

Ok, so what did you guys think? Let me know if you are interested in me continuing! :) Adios guys! Gotta work on some other stories...;)

Now, haz some cakez and cookiezzz :):)

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Tasty, aren't they? Hehehe, until next time folks!