→ Fists of Fury
Today had been the longest day. Puck had to get to school extra early for early morning football practice. And his thoughts were so plagued with visions of Quinn last night that he barely got any sleep. So, he was definitely on edge today. He already got a lunch detention for talking back to his Biology teacher. Thankfully, the day was over and he was ready to just go home and take a nap. His eyes followed Quinn as she made her way to her locker down the hall. He hated how good she looked in her Cheerios uniform. In fact, she was wearing it in his thoughts last night, which made it that much better to look at now. But he looked away before anyone could catch him staring. He turned the lock on his own locker and put his useless books in, not bothering to interact with anyone. He was way too tired, and didn’t want to deal with anyone’s shit. Which was exactly why he was looking forward to getting home and locking himself in his room away from his nagging stepsister.
“Come on, babe, you don’t know what you’re missing,” the sound of one of the greasy hockey jocks made his ear perk up. Those guys were always up to no good. Turning his head, Puck saw one of them leaning against the locker next to Quinn’s, stroking a finger down her bare arm. He could tell she was uncomfortable, and it didn’t set right with him. “Lemme show you a good time,” the punk drawled out, making Puck shake his head and slam his locker shut, walking over to the scene. “There a problem here?” anyone who heard the tone of his voice could tell that he wasn’t in the mood to be messed with. But this guy was too dumb to take a hint from him, or from Quinn, who clearly wasn’t interested.
















