Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Rachel's POV

At first when Mr. Shue came in and said that we were going to perform Rocky Horror I was a bit skeptical, but I thought about it and it sounds quite exciting. Not only because I will be playing the lead but also because I get to showcase my talent to the school through a most eccentric but hard-hitting musical.

Mr. Shue handed out the scripts to each of us with our characters high-lighted. After reading through the script I realized that even though most of the risqué scenes were cut out, Touch-a-Touch-me was to be performed. Just by reading the scene I felt a crimson heat blossom on my cheeks and all of a sudden I began to feel flustered.

"Is something wrong Rach?" Finn said with a worried tone in his voice

"No, I just feel a bit thirsty. That's all." I replied.

Finn looked away and I started thinking about the scene I was going to perform with Sam. I couldn't stop picturing him without a shirt on and the heat was becoming unbearable. As I was going to pull my sweater off I felt a light tap on my shoulder from behind me. I turned around and saw Sam awkwardly smiling down at me.

"So. Umm, do you wanna rehearse some of the scenes after school or something? You know so we can get a head start on the musical."

My throat felt incredibly dry and all I could let out was a high pitched "sure". I turned back around to Finn, he was looking at his script as if it were a puzzle with his brow furrowed and his lips pursed.

"I am so confused, I have no idea what's happening in this thing." He let out bluntly. I couldn't help but roll my eyes, I just couldn't believe that I was in a relationship with someone who didn't understand the basic structure of the rocky horror picture show.

My mind went back thinking about Sam and how the scene would play out, whether it would be awkward or just plain weird. After about 5 minutes of my mind wandering off in space, the bell had rung and I collected my stuff and headed to the bathroom.
I washed my face because I kept feel hot and sticky but it wouldn't go away. While I was drying my hands the door opened and Quinn had stormed in, standing with her arms crossed and a frown on her face.

"Just because you have a scene with Sam and you take all your clothes off doesn't mean his interested in you Man-hands" She practically spat at me.

I was shocked, we had only exchanged a few words and she thinks I want to steal Sam away from her when they had only just started dating. "Quinn, just because Sam and I share a scene which involves us being close in a physical manner does not mean that I am in any way interested in developing any sort of romantic relationship with him." I let out a huge breath and walked past her and her repulsed facial expression.