Hey you guys. I was super bored so I made this up mostly because a good friend of mine made a photoset of these two sooo, I wanted to make a story out of it

Quinn: So, you don't own us?

Me: Nope! I don't own Glee or Welcome to the Rileys!


"Quinn, like you said, happy endings never come, and if you keeping treating our relationship like shit, then I think we should," I paused for a moment, "break up."

I was yelling at my off again-on again girlfriend Quinn Fabray. She was dressed in a black and white long sleeved shirt with a black vest and skirt. Her combat boots were slightly untied, but I refused to tell her because, she would take it offensive. Her lightly faded pink hair was pinned behind with black bobby-pins.

I should probably start from the beginning.

Do I have to go to school. Who starts school on a Friday too? These people are fucked.

It's by fucking law according to the guidance counselor who stops by ever once in a while to check up on everyone in the neighborhood. But I really don't need it, I know what the fuck I'm doing for the rest of my life. Just live it to the fucking fullest.

I got up anyways. I didn't want to deal with the drama I would cause if I didn't go.

I had nothing to wear though, that's the perfect excuse to not go! Yes...

I eventually found an outfit. Sweater with different print. That's always good. I found some pants that I only wear on special occasions. I could not forget to put on my chuck Taylors an old friend gave to me last Christmas. I had natural brown, wavy hair so I let it flow to the sides of my face. A bit of blush, I look really fucking tired.

I invested most of my day working at a strip club, not the best job, i know. But I do make good cash.

The school was just a mile away so I just walked, staring off into space with a green book bag Ms. Corcoran, my guidance counselor, gave me at my last appointment.

Ms. Corcoran was one of the smartest people I've ever met. She makes you feel special, not alone. She had dark, silky, brown hair. She has a baby, Beth, whom I've met a few times during my weekly appointments. Ms. Corcoran says Beth is blessing, Ms. Corcoran had adopted the child from one of her previous friends.. or something.

Once I was a few feet from the school I could see hundreds of students making their way into the halls of the school. The weather was nice so a lot of people were talking outside, leaning against the wall.

I felt someone crash into my back.

"Fuck." I heard a voice whisper. I turned around to see the face who fucking crashed into me.

"Do you have fucking eyes?" I growled looking at the girl who was leaning down picking up her stuff. This girl was wearing a bleached skirt, a weird looking belt, boots, and a black tank that look at least one size bigger then her. Her hair was short to about her shoulder, bright pink with strands of blonde.

"Sorry. I wasn't paying attention, no need to get crazy here." The girl said, almost sounding sarcastic. She stood up and I finally saw the face of the bitch who crashed into me.

She was beautiful. Eyes almost green, but more on the brown side. Her hair had looked like she had cut it herself, but in a good way. She had a nose piercing, which was clearly fake. Rebel, nice.

"Next time you better fucking pay attention." I say as clear as I can. I glared at the beauty once more and made my way back to toward the school.

The morning started off shitty, I could not stop thinking about the girl I crashed into this morning. I've never fantasied about anyone before, I had multiple visions of us. Me sitting on a towel at a very sunny beach, while she makes a sand castle laughing. Another was, her beside me in a, very comfy, looking bed, gazing into each others eyes.

By the time it was lunch time I had made small talk with a few boys who've invited me to have lunch with them. I was used to this, guys hitting on me. I don't know why. I don't look or feel special out of all the girls. I wasn't interested in any of them.

One of the boys, Tyler, who was very handsome, pulled out a chair for me. All the boys at the table greeted me. We all talked, I faked laughed at all of their lame pick-up lines and jokes. Then I heard a familiar voice say "slut." from a table beside us.

I looked at the face. The same girl who is going to haunt my dreams for the rest of my life, is eyeing me down with a smirk on her face.

I stood up making the chair I was sitting on slide a couple inches. I walked toward the table filled with outcast looking girls. The girl still having a smirk on her face tilted her head a little.

"What the hell did you just say to me?" I snarled as the girl also stood up. We were face to face once again. Heads nearly inches away from each other. I could smell her scent of apples and coconut. I tried my best not to reach for her touch.

"You heard me." She retorted with that same, very sexy smirk on her mouth.

"I'm going to beat the shit out of you." No, I can't. I've fought many girls in my life, working at a strip club, but I can damage this perfect being right in front of me.

"Alright." She shrugged and sat back down on her chair, continuing to eat her apple from her plate.

I noticed we had an audience. Everyone with they're jaws open, probably surprised how I hadn't done anything yet. I felt myself start shaking, tears almost coming out.

You have to get out of here. I don't want to make a fool of myself.

The girl look up at me with the apple in her mouth, her eyes filled with regret, she slowly took it out and looked at everyone at her table.

"I'll be back." She mumbled rising from her chair. She rushed towards me, her hand latched onto my arm and pulled me to the lunch room exit. Electricity flowed through my body.

We ended up outside in a corner of school. The sun made it hard to see, but the corner was surrounded by shadows. "Look, this morning was an accident." The girl said, her hand still holding my arm.

"I know." I sniffed holding back the tears, looking at our shoes. I felt her fingers lift my chin to make eye contact. I stopped breathing as I looked into her eyes. "What's your name?" I asked almost sounding desperate for an answer.

"Quinn. Quinn Fabray."She said giggling still looking back into my eyes. Quinn, Quinn. "What's yours?"

"I'm Ali-" I stopped myself. Quinn's face instantly frowned once I stopped. I remembered I'm not regesterd at the school with the name 'Allison' my real name, it was one of my most favored stripper name 'Mallory'.

"Wait. What's your name?" She questioned me taking two little steps away from me, breaking eye contact.

"I'm Mallory." I smiled to reassure her. We were there was an awkward silence when the bell rang making us both jump a bit.

"Do you want to hang out tonight?" Quinn asked with a grin on her face.

Good thing it's a friday.. I don't have to go to work till 1 a.m.

"Sure, how about you stop by my house any time. It's just a mile away. Here," I replied back taking a pen I out of my pocket, I put it in there in 3rd period when I had no where else to put it. I took hold of her hand and wrote my number on her palm. "Just call me and I'll give you my address."

"Okay," She sighed glancing at the numbers. "See you tonight, bye."

We walked our serpate ways. I have a feeling that after today I won't be able to stop thinking about Quinn Fabray.

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