Puck Love Story

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Hope you like it!!! This is my idea for Lindsay's character after she got the episode arc on The Glee Project!

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Chapter 1

Elisabeth

"Hey, guys!" Mr Schuester announces. "There is a new member of New Directions! Meet Elisabeth!" A girl is standing next to him. Her bright blue eyes flick nervously around at everyone. I stare openly at her. Damn. She had silky, wavy black hair, and those eyes, my God...
"Well, is she gonna audition?" Rachel chirps from the front row. "So we can make sure she'll be good to have backing us up?" Elisabeth glares at her, with a look on her face that plainly said "Who is this biiitch, and why is she talking to me like this?".
"Show us whatcha got!" Mr. Schue says, plainly ignoring Rachel. Elisabeth starts in to a song called "Gimme, Gimme" from Thoroughly Modern Millie, whatever the hell that is. Her voice is incredible. She's... better than Rachel, and that's saying something. I can feel my attraction towards her growing stronger, and I hadn't even met the chick yet. After Lauren had moved away a few months ago, I'd been in a bit of a slump. But this Elisabeth girl, she could be the one to get me out of it. Recently, we've gotten three new guys in glee club. One Irish foreign exchange student, a guy who's band broke up so he joined up, and another guy who is probably gay. But with this new competition, I have to make sure I get to her first.

When the bell rings, I sprint down the stairs, then slow my stride to a cool saunter as I approach Elisabeth.
"Hey."
"Hi," she flashes a quick smile before ducking down and putting her sheet music back in her bookbag. A curtain of shiny black hair falls over her pale face. I reach down and tuck it behind her ear. She glances up, probably wondering if I was gonna try something.
"I'm Noah Puckerman. You can call me Puck," I say with an easy smile.
"Nice to meet you, Noah. Um, I'm Elisabeth MacDowell, you can call me Lissa."
"And you can call me later," I say flirtily. She gives me a look that says quite plainly "not a chance." She slings her bookbag over her shoulder and walks out of the choir room, leaving me by myself.

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