What Character Are You From Glee Mga Nobela at Kwento

Cali's POV (the last line of the last chapter was joke. You will understand.) "What?" Both me and Eva shrieked out. Then we realized that it was not Jake who had spoken but a voice behind me. I look back and see a quite nicely built guy with messy brown hair and greenish grey eyes. Realization drew in. "Oh my god! Charlie! When did you come back from Miami?" I asked him. He bent in and hugged me tightly and laughed.

My dad helped me get my luggage from the trunk and so when we went in we waited for Amber, so I just pulled my phone out of my sweatpants ok, see I did not want to wear tight jeans or a cute dress for over 19 hours in a plane so I just wore the same thing I wore at home. Scrolling through my phone I felt someone tap my should and I look up to see my mum point at something or should I say someone I look over my shoulder to see a familiar brunette I couldn't recognize until they turned around was Amber! I stood up and walked over to her and sarcastically say "You came here just for me?!"She turned around and see me and sarcastically say going along with it "Yes, My love just for you, not anyon

I heard Natasha say. Squaring my shoulders, I braced myself, opened the door, and walked out. I saw their eyes widen in shock as they saw the subject of their discussion walk out into the open. I went straight to the sink, turned on the tap, and washed my hands. Then wiped my hands with a paper towel and discarded it. When I was done, I turned around and leveled both of them with a hard stare. "Just to correct a tiny detail," I began, "I'm not from the countryside. I am from Salt Lake City, Utah. A place of my birth, and a city I am proud to call home."

Standing in front of it was Gwen McRae with her minions. I don't think I've formally introduced you all to the perfect and cliche queen bee, and leader of the cheerleaders. Gwen had blonde curly hair. With bright evil blue eyes. She wore the signature school cheer uniform, sane as her minions. Kate who was German with blonde hair, she hardly spoke because of her thick accent. To Gwen's left was Mina, an Asian girl, with small black eyes and black straight hair. I never talked to Gwen much mostly because we weren't in the same clique, but once in a while she liked to pick on me and Clary. And we couldn't do anything about it. Because her pack would pounce on us like a lion to his prey.

“Pleace accept my apology!” But then his gaze landed on Elena. Recognition flared in his eyes. He straightened, pointing at her with a mocking grin. “Wait. You’re Elena, aren’t you?” Elena stared at him. “Who are you?” Her reply only widened his smirk. He jabbed his finger toward her, then glanced at Gerald, taunting. “I’m from Crescent Academy. Never thought I’d run into you here at Glendale.” Elena’s face turned cold as stone. She turned to Gerald, her voice clipped.

I'm gonna have a hard time. "Why the fuck are you hugging my mother and who the hell are you?" He hissed in anger. I can feel Aunt Bianca about to glare at him but I speak up first. "Good Morning, sir. I'm Gwen and a freshman." I greet him properly removing myself from Aunt Bianca. He looks at me from top to bottom and snickers. "An Omega." He says with poison in his voice. I can see Aunt Amy getting really angry and Aunt Bianca sad.

I can see it clearly without doubt that the school's Greek god and most handsome guy, Torian, has fallen in love. He was no longer a playboy, but a lover boy who had given his whole heart to Sophia. I could only envy and vent my anger at Lola. My name is Bella from the Blue Valley Pack, and I am part of the richest kids in school. I am not from the royal family, but since my parents are stinking rich, they enrolled me in this school. The school is for the royals and the rich because one has to pay a huge amount of money to get enrolled.

Aiden said and walked out with Lauren. " Did you actually laughed at me?" Martha asked me. " Not really, guess you broke a nose." I said and smirked. " I'll beat you to the top." She said and hit me with her shoulder before she left. " Sorry about that, everyone's a competition." Bethany said walking to where I was. " I guess, nice to meet you." I said and smiled at her. " Thanks . Where are you from?" Bethany asked. " I'm pretty from around everywhere. Dad's sort of an American. My mom's South African." I said and she chuckled.

I act accordingly to my noble protocol. "BabyGirl, let me tell you. There is not a single brand that I cannot afford!" he smirks. “And, I’m not a bell boy. Do I, by any chance, look like one?” "Great, " I smiled. There is a trace of a strong accent that can't be Italian. BabyGirl. Greek. I know that accent; it's green; he's a Greece person. Knowing how I like my fantasy guys that play hard to get. I held his big cold hand on mine.