Bad Reputation [OPEN]

[Santana Lopez]

Santana's eyes took in the setting, the surrounding. She hated coming back to school early, but the simple fact that she had to be here because of New Directions made her somewhat excited and somewhat irritated at the same time. Why did she have to be here during the summer for no reason? Santana was used to being there early for one reason only for the past three years of her life.

Santana looked down at her clothing and sighed. She was in her normal clothing. A black lace shirt, denim fabric corset top, blue jeans and a pair of black shoes she bought a few weeks back and didn't get to wear them. It was different than usual. It wasn't the red, black and white she was used to. It was clothing, not that usual Cheerio uniform. This was like seeing a teacher in a club getting drunk, this was like listening to that drunken phone call that Mr. Schue gave to Sue instead of the ginger headed, neat freak Pillsbury who was possibly stupid for leaving the wanky ass dentist.

Pulling her blue shades over her eyes, Santana sighed. "Get in...get out...simple." she spoke to herself, knowing her heels and the troop to her locker would be the dead giveaway that she was present in the school.

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[Adele Clark]

“Good job everyone, we’ll continue the practice tomorrow.” Said Adele as she turned the stereo off. Surprisingly, okay, not so surprisingly, Adele managed to find the right words to convince her team to train as twice as they used to before. They didn’t want to lose; they wanted to be winners. If you wanted to stay at the top you needed to work for it. As a leader, she had to encourage them somewhat and this new tactic seemed to be working very well. Who would’ve thought that instead of yelling, being nice worked. It removed all the fun.

Once she was done placing everything back at their own places, Adele walked out of the Gym, wearing her uniform still. Yup, school was going to start soon and she was eager about it. She was eager to be the queen of it once again and to have everyone at her feet because that’s where she belonged, that’s where her parents wanted her to be-at the top of the top. She was reaching their expectations even if she was surrounded by over work and stress, which she hid pretty well she had to admit.

She grabbed her sport bag as she walked out and scanned the corridor; a few people were in; geek, geek, lab rat, Lopez. Wait, Lopez? Her curiosity grew higher as she recognized the girl, even thought it was odd not to see her with her uniform. What was she doing here so early? It wasn’t like her-they were alike, they were meant to be at the top. Not to add that the girl was one of the few people in this lame school that she respected. She went to her as a smile appeared onto her lips. “Any havoc planned for this year?” she questioned as she approached the latino girl.

[Santana Lopez]

Santana felt like she was being watched, stalked, admired, hated, talked about all in one shot. It wasn't like it was something completely uncanny, as a Cheerio, the uniform gave power, gave a light, a fear if you will. Like a crown on a king, a title before a name, the extension of royalty to a name it was something about power and that's what McKinley was all about, the power. Cheerio uniform made an army of Kate Middeltons just thriving with power. There were some like Quinn who could be sugary sweet but toxic when reckoned with. There were some like Brittany, carefree and not a single mean bone in their body.

Then there's the ones like Santana, cut-throat, ruthless. These girls have no filter as soon as the uniform goes on. They are careless on who they hurt in the world, why? Well basically they keep it real, they say it how it is. There is no care in the world because they know they rule the world. Beyonce made her new song of the girls like Santana in a Cheerio uniform, they run the world...one McKinley High School wing at a time. It made her look down at her clothing again, there was no uniform. "I swear to God I will stuff a loser in a locker to show them I still have power outside of a uniform if they don't stop gawking" she spoke to herself before hearing a voice speak.

Turning to look at whoever was next to her through her blue tinted shades, It was the newest Cheerio with a toxic yet perfectly deadly mix of what everyone called the "Unholy Trinity". She had the crown of High School royalty like Quinn, the dance skills like Brittany and the fear and power like Santana. Her name was Adele Clark. Santana remembered Adele, quite honestly she knew Adele was actually going to rule the school with the way she looked up to Sue. Smirking slightly, Santana pushed her shades above her eyes and onto the top of her head before leaning against her locker. "Haven't fully thought about it yet. Its my last year, might want to live it with low key fear. You know make sure its installed in everyone I actually haven't gone anywhere and that I can still rip them to shreds without a uniform on my body." Santana spoke. "What about you? Any havoc from you?"

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[Adele Clark]

Adele had always had some consideration into Santana. She was someone that could pull you towards temptation then throw you away as if you never existed. The kind of girl, that was careless having the power of the entire school. Having watched the girl, the way she talked, the way she acted, she knew what to look up for if she ever needed ideas to show to the school she was still the leader, the hit girl. She knew she got her interest, the instant the latino girl smirked back at her; they both shared a respect for each other and sometimes, sharing ideas might help to be even more chaotic.

She tilted her head as she listened to Santana talking about this year being her last, she nodded understanding her point. Even without an uniform, they’d still rule. People needed to understand that the uniform was futile, an accessory that brought more credibility to the power you were having but when you were as powerful like Santana and herself, you didn’t need one to shine above everyone else.

Havoc? Oh, she knew exactly what she was going to do this year and a certain hot teacher was being the target. Her smirk grew wider at the thought as she nodded. “Of course, school gets boring if we don’t…add life to it you know.” She mused while chuckling lightly. “My target this year however, will be higher to reach, along with winning Cheerio trophies of course.” So many ideas were running into her mind at this moment that she was having a hard time remaining calm and collected around a comrade, a peer such as Santana was. “I can promise you one thing; it will be extremely entertaining to watch.” Her grin turned into something more devilish-this school was going to have a taste of what Adele Clark could truly do to be ahead of everyone.

[Santana Lopez]

Santana listened on as the young Cheerio spoke about how boring school was, she mentally scoffed Since when was school boring? Sure the halls reeked of average, the classes all bored her to death but it was the after school life to live for. Last year and the year before, her life was split between the Almighty Cheerios and the little engine that could known as New Directions. Granted at the beginning of the time, Santana, Brittany and Fabray were sent to destroy the club but for some reason when singing cheesy songs in matching clothing made her time worth it. Santana wasn't having demands barked at her, she wasn't losing her mind in staying fit, she was accepted for the bitch she was.

Santana felt like an asset to the team, something worth it all, more than just a member of the team but a voice. Of course two years ago she wouldn't voice that out loud which brings her here now, choosing New Directions over Cheerios and still not regretting it. Santana was going to earn her own gold, with a team that mattered somehow. Who else would take her constant belittling like Hobbit, Man boobs, Tubbers Fabray, Wheels, Zizes and Puck? "Eh, sometimes its just the people who bore the hell out of the world. You know, not everyone can be kick ass like Amy Winehouse, we need the boring ones like... George Bush or something" she shrugged.

Santana leaned against her locker, folding her arms and raising an eyebrow. So she had a plan and it was going to be entertaining? Needless to say. she was very intrigued "Well you've got my attention, I always love some good entertainment. Say there's drama involved and I'll pop the popcorn and buy a front seat ticket to see it unfold like a bad weave" Santana spoke. "Make my day and say it's drama filled"

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[Adele Clark]

Being popular and growing more and more to be on the top of the school was something rather nice, Adele couldn’t hide it but high school was never something she had enjoyed. She was constantly pressured, not only by her parents, but also by the other students, by Sue-thought she would never mind it at all, this woman was exceptional and by the entire world. She was lonely at home, the only place where she could have a relatively interesting social life was at school and she grew to be a bitch. Sad, well, not really- she would never admit the pressure she has to endure, the fact that she has to always be a number one dancer, the fact that she always have to give the best scores in class and the fact that she needs to be on top of the school in general. This was a lot of things she was putting on her own shoulders- as well as the fact that she had to remain pretty if she wanted to stay where she was.

She never said it to anyone but she barely ate, she worried about her own weight. It was something stupid, and she knew it but ever since the social labels were up, she couldn’t help it. She didn’t know how Sue would take it if she ever knew but she knew that appearances were something that mattered a lot nowadays. She wasn’t stupid after all and did show it several times that she had a brain. It was so cliché but inside of her, was an insecure young lady-damn, she hid it pretty well.

However, all of this wasn’t the matter for now, she was going to spend some time chit-chatting with one of her many role models, one of the many rulers of the school of the previous generation. It was remarkable how Santana still was somewhat popular after being in that Glee Club. Though, they grew not as popular as they used to be, Adele would always have some respect for the girl and it was why she wasn’t ashamed to be an ass and say her ‘evil plans’ to her and she had to admit that what she was saying about ‘boring people’ was rather true. Ah, the old was wise she thought while a smirk grew onto her lips.

“That’s why life wouldn’t be life if we didn’t have both sides of the medal right?” She said with a small smile. Soon though, came the matter of her little fun plan with that one teacher. She chuckled as she got Santana’s attention, loving the comment she had said. “Of course, I wouldn’t tell you if it wasn’t full of drama, however, I reserve the right to keep it a secret so it would be more entertaining for you.” She stated with a grin.