Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Glee. All characters belong to Ryan Murphy and the writers, and if I did own Glee, Ryley would be endgame for sure!

She looked back with a mischievous smirk at her army of flawless girls and chiselled jocks. Her status? The hawk or prowling lion of the McKinley High School food web. Her Position? Captain of the Cheerios.

Her name? Marley Rose.

Her shiny locks sculpted back into an immaculate high ponytail, curled to perfection and swaying as she fearlessly strutted through the halls of McKinley High. Countless basketball players, football players and stalkers greeted her as she walked- she gave them a half-hearted smile, but she didn't care about them one bit. A tall man with a mullet approached her cautiously as she stopped to scan his concerned face. She vaguely recalled his complexion, but she wasn't so sure.

"Oh no, here comes 'Lover-Boy Ricky'," Her sidekick, Kitty, murmured into her ear.

"Oh, God. His mullet looks particularly stupid today. Be careful, girl." Another one of her friends, going by the name Bree, whispered to her.

"I've got this, guys." She muttered back to them, before talking to a very anxious looking Rick-The-Stick. "Hey, Rick, how's life treating you?" She said, the words slithering out of her mouth in their usual venomous and sarcastic tone. Rick's reply was a stutter.

"Good, g-good. L-Listen, Marley- Last Saturday was so gr-reat. But I c-called you afterward and you did-didn't reply once. I left you a bunch of messages-"

"Oh, I got them." Marley butted in, smirking. She loved making guys feel this way.

"Well, I was wondering if, you know, y-you were free this Friday to maybe… hook up again? Saturday kind of left me wanting more…" He smirked slightly, regaining some of his confidence back, seeing her smirk as what he thought must be a sign she thought the same.

"You see, Rick," He smirked at hearing her say his name, "I think I have something to do on Friday… Oh yes, that's right, I'm going with Spencer to the movies that day." She recalled before smirking again, seeing his lip quiver slightly.

"Spencer? But Marley-"

"You see, Ricky, sweetie, this is where I give you a little bit of tough love. I don't care- in fact, I could not care less- about how "amazing" you thought last Saturday was. I thought it was going okay too, until I ran my fingers through that mullet of yours, and my hands came out greasier than a mechanic working on a rusty old car from the 1940s. Also, a little tip, your 'moans of pleasure' were so loud and irritating they made me want to jump out of that motel room, naked, run to the nearest diner and pray for the main chef to stick a steaming hot burger patty in my ears. Understood?" She spoke innocently, with a devilish smirk taking place on her face once more. Rick nodded slowly, just staring into her piercing blue eyes. "Good. See you in 10 years when you're working as a Billy-Ray Cyrus tribute act, singing a strangled, teary version of 'Achy-Breaky-Heart' or whatever into your little microphone, as you sing your boring, sad life away. And that, Ricky, is what you call a break-up." Marley spoke the words as cold as ice as Ricky sniffed sharply before walking away abruptly, hearing the sassy 'ooh's of passers-by in the hallway. Marley high-fived Kitty and Bree as a sense of achievement overtook her face.

"Alright, girls, what's next on the agenda?"

"Well, the Glee Club and geometry nerds should be coming out of class in a couple minutes. Wanna go and give them the old blue raspberry cocktail, Mar?" Bree suggested, holding a menacing smirk as the three girls strutted through the hallways side-by-side, their army of Cheerios, Jocks and wannabes following eagerly behind.

Marley smirked again, speaking the worlds in an innocent but deadly tone. "I don't see why not, Bree-Bree."

They arrived outside the choir room and Kitty looked through the window subtly, seeing that the 'Glee weirdos' were just finishing up. She gave the thumbs-up to Marley, who smirked, turning around to Chad- a tall, blond jock, and biting her lip as he stared into her cerulean-blue eyes.

"Chad, baby, could you get us three blue raspberry slushies please?" then, going on her tiptoes so her mouth was parallel to Chad's ear, whispered seductively, "I'll do anything you want in return", to which Chad gladly obliged to her instructions.

Marley spun back around, her ponytail flicking in the air with the force, and a devilish smirk occupied the Head Cheerio's mouth once again. "Girls, it's go-time." she said to her sidekicks, as the Glee kids piled out of the choir room and flooded the hallway. The trio inspected their nails nonchalantly, then, in fake surprise, Marley began.

"Well, well, look what the pedophiliac, curly-haired Spanish teacher brought in. Hey everybody," Marley exclaimed as she turned to the Cheerios behind her, a fake enthusiastic expression across her face, "It's the Glee losers! They've come out to play after their long, tiresome practise of singing sappy love songs to one another, and crying in misery at every single person's individual sob story. What was it this week, huh? Did Tina Stomach-Turner aka Wade "Unique" Adams sing his/her rendition of 'If I Were a Boy' whilst frolicking about in his/her drag costume, disturbing everyone with the fact that Wade/Unique - spoiler alert - IS a boy?" Marley's words stunned the Glee Clubbers, as they gave her looks cold as stone.

"Lay off, Marley Rose," Unique told the Cheerio Captain herself, sass laced in her voice as she came centimetres from the brunette girl's face. "Unique is a proud, black woman and she will not take any of your crap-"

"Oh, you're right! I'm sorry!" Marley spoke, the words rolling off her tongue in fake-innocence. "I should be nursing you all. Hitting that high note in the same, overplayed Whitney Houston mash-up I've heard you guys sing must be pretty hard..." Marley's eyes drifted to the back of the group, as she saw a tall boy of about her age with silky brown hair combed in an old Justin Bieber style. He wore glasses that were a little too big for his face, and his big brown eyes were gazing at the floor. Perfect.

"Hey- you! Bieber boy!" she called out, looking at the young man. He looked up to see her and his cheeks turned beetroot-red in a matter of seconds. Marley smirked. "Come up here!"

The boy did as he was told cautiously as the rest of the Glee Club winced at every step he took. Honestly, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had spent several months crushing on the girl from afar, but she was talking to him. Directly.

"What's your name, four-eyes?" Marley spoke as she looked up at the tall, chestnut-haired boy, straightening her immaculate Cheerios uniform and piercing her eyes into his brown-orbed gaze.

"R-Ryder. Ryder Lynn." he spoke, his voice so fragile it could have shattered right then.

"Ryder Lynn?" Bree spat the words out in disgust. "What, are your parents Woody and Jessie, The cowboys from Toy Story?"

"No, n-not really-" he stammered again, blushing at the fact that yet another hot girl was talking to him.

"Save it, Bree." Marley harshly muttered to Bree, who did as she was told. Then, batting her eyelashes, Marley turned back to Ryder. "So you're in Glee Club?"

"y-yes" was Ryder's reply. He had actually been in Glee Club since his sophomore year, but he was in the background a lot.

"Well, your vocal chords sure must be tired out, Ryder." She said as she walked slow circles around the boy, looking at his complexion. He wasn't like the other nerds, she thought. He was almost... attractive. But she snapped those thoughts out of her head as quickly as they came, though, and took her place in front of him again. "Do you want a drink?" she smirked. Ryder had never been targeted before- he didn't know what was coming. So he said yes, not noticing the Glee Club wince behind him, giving him signals from behind, which the Cheerios could obviously see. "Perfect." Marley replied innocently, trying not to get herself attached to his brown-eyed gaze. "So, do you like blue raspberry?"

"Huh?"

Before the tall boy knew it, Bree, Kitty and Marley turned around to Chad, who was concealing three bright blue slushies. The trio then whipped back and coated Ryder in icy, blue slush, his mouth opened wide in shock, trying to wrap his head around what just happened. Of course the girls didn't like him, they only liked teasing him. He wiped his face as the Glee Kids looked at him in shock. The blue stuff was stinging his eyes as he took off his now-coated glasses, then he looked back up at Marley, but whatever kind of apology he might've been expecting didn't come- the Cheerio simply bit her lip and smirked yet again. And when the boys from Glee told him to go to the bathroom and clear it up, as well as offering spare clothes, the now coated-in-blue Ryder kindly obliged. Then, in one swift motion, Marley, Bree and Kitty (as well as their army of Cheerios and Jocks) spun round and walked back down the hallway in the opposite direction as the bell rang. But whilst the other Cheerios were storming off, Marley looked at the pile of slushie that was now on the floor, the aftermath of her most recent victim. She knew he was different to the others somehow- there was something about him.

Heyyy there, gleeks!

So, after my one-shot, 'Nightmare', you guys wanted more- So I came up with this whilst I was meant to be doing my algebra revision… oops.

I'll just clarify that Marley and Ryder are now in junior year, if you didn't get that. Also, this story is very AU, so expect the characters to be OOC.

Also, sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes, and sorry if the story's a little hard to understand or a bit confusing! I do try my best, but I was pretty nervous as I was writing this, since the idea of writing a big chaptered fanfiction would've stunned me to silence a couple of months ago :/

So glad to be writing again, and it would mean the world if you reviewed, or even favourited/followed! Love you guys

-Beth xx