Brittany Glee Quotes Novels & Stories

Rebecca pushed my hands away, her voice trembling with anger. I could see the resentment burning in her eyes, the years of feeling overshadowed and neglected boiling over. “Bitch!!” Jerome, who had been shoved earlier by Rebecca, shouted in outrage. His face contorted with anger, fists clenched at his sides. “What?!” Rebecca screamed back at him, her eyes blazing with fury. I could see the fire in her gaze, the intensity of her emotions palpable. “How could you kill her when I haven’t even rejected her yet?” Jerome's voice was filled with disbelief and annoyance, his expression a mix of irritation.

“Like what the hell??” “Chill. I was kidding,” she rolled her eyes, finding it hard to stand straight. ′Crazy bitch alert.′ Brittany was officially cancelled. She’d scared the hell out of me! “Bye!” I exclaimed and turned to leave but she grabbed my arm and made me face her. “Who do– do you think you are?” she stopped and burped a little. “To reject me? You’re such a pampered kid. You behave like one. Do you know the guys out there that want me?”

Brittany shakes her head. “Why was she so concerned about me?” I asked. Brittany smiles and shakes her head, “Oblivious. You really are.” “Oblivious to what?!” She laughs, “You don’t have a lot of experience with guys, do you?” What does that have to do with anything? “Um, no, but why does that concern that girl or her sister?” “Oh, just because,” she smirks, popping a chunk of cheesebread into her mouth.

Brittany was flipping through the channels as we walked in. “About time!” She glared at me and turned the T.V. off. “You know me, causing trouble where ever I go.” I saw Gavin look at Piercy, but I was focused on Brittany. “Come here.” She whispered and patted the bed. “I don’t want to hurt you. How is the leg?” “Sit down, Brett.” She rolled her eyes at me. “Yes, ma’am.” Her bruised hand reached out to me. “Thank you. You literally saved my life.”

That asides getting hitted on by sweaty drunk guys amongst other reasons. Now that I'm here and almost going deaf by the loud music booming through the speakers from each sides of the room amplified by the chorusing crowd, I wish I was in my bed tucked in and nibbling on a chocolate bar while fantasizing about my day with Adrian than being here right at this moment But tonight isn't one I could turn down for any ridiculous reason. A promise is a promise and I actually do want to watch Ralph Play. "Wuhu! Iloff thizong less stance" Brittany screamed out as we glided our way through the dance floor and I halted in my steps to look at her like what in the world did she just say?!

I say, proud of myself for not stuttering although my legs were threatening to give way from any moment. "And I don't want to talk to you " he sneered Brittany shot a triumphant look at me , looking all too pleased "Did you hear that ugly face? He doesn't want to talk you " she mimicked in a high pitched tone and they all laughed...... "Did you hurt him?" He cocked his jaw to an angle as if deciding if to answer my question or not... "Maybe I did , maybe not..." I clenched my fists tightly and repeated more forcefully this time

Brittany was looking down at her phone when she noticed someone entering the box and looked up to see Jeff and Kourtney, she happily stood up to greet them and put her arm around Kourtney's shoulder. "Kourtney, Jeff, you're finally here!" Kourtney looked her up and down, "What are you?" Brittany smiled and stood a little further away, then turned around in front of Kourtney, and at the end, threw a wink at Kourtney: "How's that? Is it good?" Jeff, standing at Kourtney's side, spoke directly: "It would be better if he didn't open his mouth!" Brittany gritted her teeth and glared at him, "If you don't speak, no one will take you for a mute!"

Brittany seemed shocked too, but she covered it up with a spiteful glare. "Oh? You get Aaron's attention for a few months and you think you're high and mighty? Get off your high horse, Bitch, reality is waiting." She spat out with a sneer, her voice was drenched in venom. I opened my mouth to speak, but was interrupted my a voice.

She looked at us and smiled, “What? No hanky-panky this morning? I was listening so intently for someone to start stirring the spaghetti.” I shook my head at her, “Gross.” Taran looks at her, then at me. Confused, he asks, “What does she mean?” I let out a sigh, “Brittany thinks sex sounds the same as stirring noodles….” “It does! You can’t deny that.” Brittany says in defense. Taran still looks confused. I turn towards him, “Brit is upset she didn’t hear us having sex.” “Why would she want to hear it?” He asks.

I whisper, nudging her with my elbow. "I don't see why the hell I should be. She's one of Quinn's minions, and I'm surprised you talked to her, say more of standing here, and chatting. " "She's not like Quinn. " I defend. "Brittany is super nice, and she's..." I halt my words when Lucy scoffs. "And you got that conclusion from what? Few minutes with her?" She mutters with raised brows; disbelief clear in her voice, and I nod, wondering why the hell she sounds so mad.