Scene 3: Apologize
the next day i went to school wearing my grey dorothy perkins skinny jeans and a vneck maroon long sleeved top from miss sixty. my long reddish brown hair was tied into a lose ponytail with a pompadour and i wore glasses. i wore crocs mary janes in black and grabbed my manhattan portage sling bag before going out of the house. make up was au natural today with a little bronzer that highlights my natural, arabian like features. i wont let some stupid comment from cook bring me down.
i was locking the door of the apartment when someone said “hey there kat” it was Noah Puckerman, or Puck, he likes to call himself. im sure. i turned to see him in his glory, white vneck, check, grey diesel staright cut jeans, check. leather jacket slung over one shoulder, check. “hey puck, long time no see” i smiled and the both of us head to the elevator. “really? i always see you around though. at school. with your friends” he smiled handsomely. “really?” i asked and the elevator door closes. “really.” he smiled. akward. “so i heard cook asked you for help? with his stupid grades?” puck asked, raising an eyebrow. i nodded. “well, you better not get too caught up with him, hes not exactly…”puck was saying. “not exactly?” i asked. “your type. hes not youre type, trust me” puck smiled and were on the 1st floor.
