Puck: (thinking aloud) Man, three days without beer.
(Noah "Puck" Puckerman was outside his locker, counting the number of days he has been without beer. He wanted to really prove to Rachel's mother, Shelby, that he really deserves to have his baby girl, Beth. He also couldn't help but think of Quinn. She wants to take care of the baby, too.)
Puck's Thoughts: Man, it was kinda harsh what she said to me at Booty Camp a few weeks ago. She didn't even seem that serious into wanting Beth back.
(Just then, he spotted Rachel in the hallway, hanging up more campaign posters. He walked over and held one of them in his hand.)
Puck (laughing): You've gotta be out of your mind.
Rachel: Is there a problem?
Puck: A problem bigger than my guns. You honestly think your gonna win? I think I slushied you over 15 times.
Rachel: If you ran, you wouldn't win, either.
Puck: I'll bet that I get almost half of the girl population.
Rachel: Actually, ever since Brittany sung and danced to "Run the World", every girl in the school is considering in voting for her.
Puck: So basically Brit has most of the girls and about half of the popular boys, Kurt has all the losers, and that leaves you with the special ed kids?
Rachel (watching him laugh): Make fun all you want. I can be an excellent leader. I have the skills.
(At that moment, Shelby walked towards them. Rachel took her posters and started walking fast down the hall and to the stairs.)
Shelby: Don't tell me. Campaign?
Puck: Pretty much. Listen, I want some advice. Quinn really wants to take care of the baby, but I'm not sure if she's really honest. I mean, I'm 30% positive that she stopped hanging around with the Skanks. I haven't seen her with a cigarette in weeks. She probably stopped by now.
Shelby (folding her arms): I have two things to say to that. One: Anyone who smokes is obviously stupid and wants to sacrifice themselves. Two: you can just ask her or bring her to me so we can talk.
Puck: I tried getting in touch with her for about a few days now. She hasn't responded to the message I sent to her phone.
Shelby: So, you've tried this for a few days now?
Puck: Yes.
Shelby: And you have her home address?
Puck: Yes.
Shelby (scoffs): Why not try the home address?
Puck: One problem.
Shelby: What?
Puck: I lost it.
(The two stare for a while.)
Shelby: Did you happen to check your locker?
Puck: I don't remember anything.
Shelby: See, you're not as responsible as I thought you were.
Puck (stutters): No, I am. I'll just ask Santana if she has it. The Unholy Trinity hasn't hung out in a while, but Santana pretty much keeps track of all the addresses and everything.
Shelby: Still surprised that you didn't ask her those few days ago.
Puck: I was on Level 5 of Left 4 Dead. I had to beat Finn's score.
Shelby: It's fine.
Puck: So...I guess I'll see you later or something.
Shelby: I'll be around.
(Shelby went to the teacher's lounge. Puck, all alone in the hallway, walked to class. But suddenly, he smelled something burning. Smoke was coming from the exit in the back of the school.)
Puck's Thoughts: Did they not clear out that fire from that purple piano or something?
(He walked up to the exit door and opened it slowly. The Skanks were standing by the dumpster, happily smoking and glad that they weren't inside listening to boring lectures. But suddenly, Puck saw Quinn.)
Quinn (high, with a soft voice): Sheila...
Sheila (high, with a soft voice): What up?
Quinn (high): There's these crazy peoples in these lots.
Skanks (all high, sighing): Yeah...
Puck (whispering to himself): Holy crap...the Mile High Club?
Quinn (high): Ladies...let's give a surprise to that Mexican guy across the street.
Ronnie (high): Awesome...
The Mack (high): Cool...
Sheila (high): Skanky, right...?
Puck (whispering to himself): Dude, chicks getting high is the coolest sight I've ever seen today.
So, there's chapter three! What do you think?
Here's the link for Chapter Two!!!
Here's the link for Chapter Four!!!
(Noah "Puck" Puckerman was outside his locker, counting the number of days he has been without beer. He wanted to really prove to Rachel's mother, Shelby, that he really deserves to have his baby girl, Beth. He also couldn't help but think of Quinn. She wants to take care of the baby, too.)
Puck's Thoughts: Man, it was kinda harsh what she said to me at Booty Camp a few weeks ago. She didn't even seem that serious into wanting Beth back.
(Just then, he spotted Rachel in the hallway, hanging up more campaign posters. He walked over and held one of them in his hand.)
Puck (laughing): You've gotta be out of your mind.
Rachel: Is there a problem?
Puck: A problem bigger than my guns. You honestly think your gonna win? I think I slushied you over 15 times.
Rachel: If you ran, you wouldn't win, either.
Puck: I'll bet that I get almost half of the girl population.
Rachel: Actually, ever since Brittany sung and danced to "Run the World", every girl in the school is considering in voting for her.
Puck: So basically Brit has most of the girls and about half of the popular boys, Kurt has all the losers, and that leaves you with the special ed kids?
Rachel (watching him laugh): Make fun all you want. I can be an excellent leader. I have the skills.
(At that moment, Shelby walked towards them. Rachel took her posters and started walking fast down the hall and to the stairs.)
Shelby: Don't tell me. Campaign?
Puck: Pretty much. Listen, I want some advice. Quinn really wants to take care of the baby, but I'm not sure if she's really honest. I mean, I'm 30% positive that she stopped hanging around with the Skanks. I haven't seen her with a cigarette in weeks. She probably stopped by now.
Shelby (folding her arms): I have two things to say to that. One: Anyone who smokes is obviously stupid and wants to sacrifice themselves. Two: you can just ask her or bring her to me so we can talk.
Puck: I tried getting in touch with her for about a few days now. She hasn't responded to the message I sent to her phone.
Shelby: So, you've tried this for a few days now?
Puck: Yes.
Shelby: And you have her home address?
Puck: Yes.
Shelby (scoffs): Why not try the home address?
Puck: One problem.
Shelby: What?
Puck: I lost it.
(The two stare for a while.)
Shelby: Did you happen to check your locker?
Puck: I don't remember anything.
Shelby: See, you're not as responsible as I thought you were.
Puck (stutters): No, I am. I'll just ask Santana if she has it. The Unholy Trinity hasn't hung out in a while, but Santana pretty much keeps track of all the addresses and everything.
Shelby: Still surprised that you didn't ask her those few days ago.
Puck: I was on Level 5 of Left 4 Dead. I had to beat Finn's score.
Shelby: It's fine.
Puck: So...I guess I'll see you later or something.
Shelby: I'll be around.
(Shelby went to the teacher's lounge. Puck, all alone in the hallway, walked to class. But suddenly, he smelled something burning. Smoke was coming from the exit in the back of the school.)
Puck's Thoughts: Did they not clear out that fire from that purple piano or something?
(He walked up to the exit door and opened it slowly. The Skanks were standing by the dumpster, happily smoking and glad that they weren't inside listening to boring lectures. But suddenly, Puck saw Quinn.)
Quinn (high, with a soft voice): Sheila...
Sheila (high, with a soft voice): What up?
Quinn (high): There's these crazy peoples in these lots.
Skanks (all high, sighing): Yeah...
Puck (whispering to himself): Holy crap...the Mile High Club?
Quinn (high): Ladies...let's give a surprise to that Mexican guy across the street.
Ronnie (high): Awesome...
The Mack (high): Cool...
Sheila (high): Skanky, right...?
Puck (whispering to himself): Dude, chicks getting high is the coolest sight I've ever seen today.
So, there's chapter three! What do you think?
Here's the link for Chapter Two!!!
Here's the link for Chapter Four!!!