Slushie Facails

I'd just finished English with Becca and we were heading outside to meet up with Puck so we could go to our next class together. Me & Becca started chatting about the Taylor Swift assignment and what songs we where singing. I hadn't heard Becca sing, or any of the others apart from Finn to be honest and I could already tell everyone else was going to be amazing.

We were about to round the corner to where we were meeting Noah. I stopped in my tracks as a shiver rocked through my body. I squeezed my eyes shut. Karofsky and the hockey team had rounded the corner with slushees.

When Becca stopped moving and closed her eyes, I wondered what was going on. Strange behavior, much? That's when I saw the Hockey team had rounded the corner, but I still didn't get why she had closed her eyes.

The footsteps stopped and I opened one eye and then the other. In time to see a blue slushee aimed at my face. I snapped my eyes closed again and was immediatley drenched. And freezing.

That's when I noticed the slushies they were holding aimed at our faces and I shut my eyes as fast as possible. Before I was soaked in a mixture of blue, pink and green ice.

I grabbed Pippa's arm and pulled her toward the bathroom. I wiped the slushee out of my eyes so I could open them. This wasn't my first. But it was Pippa's so I'd help her clean off. Even though I'd help her anyway. I backed up into something that shouldn't have been there. I let go of Pippa and turned to see Noah. I stared at him, gaping. I dodged past him and ran into the girls' bathroom.

I cleaned the slushie out of my eyes, and followed Becca into the bathroom after bumping into Puck.

The bathroom was empty which saved us from further humiliation. I turned on the faucet. It spilled out hot water. I kept myself busy to keep from breaking doown in embarrassment. Okay, Noah had seen me cleaned up after a Slushee facial, but he hadn't actually witnessed one. My cheeks were red under the blue.

"What did those Jerks do that for?!" I asked, angrily. I'd get them back for that, and they wouldn't like it. I maybe a girl, but I'd learnt a bit about fighting.

"T-They're the Jocks. N-Noah invented the S-Slushee facial b-but they didn't stop when he did." I explained, shivering. I pulled out a chair that we usually kept in here for cases like this. I set it under the sink.

"You mean this is a regular thing?...I am literally gonna kill them" I replied, angrily. This wasn't on. I was gonna stop this. But before I went to beat them up, it was probably best to get the ice out of my hair.

"Bec-" I started but she was already inside the bathroom. I turned and saw Karofsky laughing, walking off with empty slushee cups. I headed after him, grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around to face me. I planted a fist at his face. I kept hitting him until I was dragged off by Mr Schue. His nose was bleeding and at a random angle. His lips were bleeding too. I struggled against Mr Schue's hold, breaking free. I headed for Karofsky again but Mr Schue was faster and stood in front of me. "what's going on, guys?"
"Dude just came up and sucker-punched me!" Karofsky yelled.
I tried to move around Mr Schue but he looked me square in the face. "Puck, go calm down." I glared at Karofsky. "Go." mr Schue repeated. I headed back toward where I had come from, slamming my fist into a locker before walking into the girls bathroom.

I smiled and pulled her to the seat. "Come on, I'll clean yo-" I stopped when I heard yelling outside and a constant thumping. I ran to the door and yanked it out of the way. "Noah!" I yelled, moving to stop him. But Mr Schue got there first and calmed him down. When he headed this way, I ducked into the bathroom again.

I watched Becca run out and then re-enter after a series of yells and loud noises. Then Noah entered, he didn't look happy. Not at all. I sighed, standing up and untangling the mess that was my hair. The color would stay there for the rest of the day, because I was blonde and I'd died my hair. But if I untangled it at least it would be easier to brush.

I moved to the running faucet, using the water to clean the blue slushee off my face and arms. Whe I was done, I had nothing to do because -honestly- it was hell to try and get Slushee out of your hair by yourself in a school bathroom.

I leaned against the wall as Becca cleaned up. I walked to her when she was done. Berry had cleaned me up when I had a Slushee facial. I knew the routine for cleaning it off. I made her sit in the chair and lean her head back. I was seriously regretting ever creating those facials.

When I'd untangled as much of my hair as I could, I dried my face using the water and the paper towels. My top was covered, but my shorts and tights had survived luckily. I sighed wondering how I was gonna sort my top out before I remembered the denim jacket in my bag, I slung it over my shoulders then started my make up. As I watched Puck help Becca clean up. "Those guys are seriously dead" I mumbled as I applied another layer of foundation.

"Don't sweat it, Pippa." I looked up at her, half-smiling. "I'll deal with them." I looked back down at Becca who was watching me, confused. "Don't even bother questioning my badassness." I chuckled. "I'm still badass, but I'm sorry for starting the Slushee Facials." I helped her clean the blue slushee out of her hair and dry it under the hand dryer. She was still freezing so I pulled off my football jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

I couldn't believe they were aloud to get away with that, it was unbelievable. "Sorry Puck, but us Italians pride ourselves on revenge. It's not exactly a good thing but it works, most of the time." I replied, thinking back to my old, crummy neighborhood where there were loads of mobs and gangs. It was how I was raised, taking revenge.

I shrugged, chuckling. "Well, I know for a fact that they won't hit a girl, so you've got better chance than anyone else -apart from me- to take them." I left the hand dryer running, just to warm Becca up. I was talking over it. "But we have to agree on one thing. That I get to whip their asses first?" I laughed.

I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Alright then." I said, smiling.

I grinned and shut off the dryer. I pulled Becca to her feet, keeping my jacket around her shoulders. "You okay?" I checked, asking both of them.

I nodded, shrugging out of his football jacket. His tight shirt was too much. He was hot. Seriously. Like, smokin'. I gave him his jacket back and looked anywhere but at him.

"I'm good." I replied, seeing the way Becca was acting and knowing automatically that she liked him. I smiled, watching as she looked around the bathroom.

Becca gave the jacket back but she was still shaking. I laughed at her and gave her the jacket again. She sighed and pulled it on. I half smiled. "What's wrong?" She asked me. I shook my head. "Nothin'. I'm badass, remember?" She raised one eyebrow. I sighed. "It's actually nothing. Don't sweat it, Becca. Go to class." I said before leaving.