cheerleaders
"Go on! Get off of my pitch!" Hooch's voice echoed across the entirety of the football field, directed at all of the cheerleaders - which were all clambering down from where they were stacked on top of each other.
The head cheerleader, Emmeline Vance, climed down from where she was perched gracefully on top of the middle pyramid and pushed her way past all of the other cheerleaders that were walking in a large group, her two best friends following at each of her sides.
"I don't understand what she wants, it's not like we haven't tried at least, like, 100 routines by now." Charity complained to her right, slinging her backpack over her shoulder and already starting to gulp down water from the water bottle that she had only just refilled.
"Miserable hags like her don't get pleasure from anything. Wouldn't want her getting to you before her hair loss gets to her." Dorcas replied, the exasperation evident in the tone of her voice.
"And, besides, who cares what she thinks? We all kicked ass, it's her fault that she simply just- doesn't understand."
The three girls all walked simultaneously off of the damp grass, and made their way back into the corridors, passing by the sounds of slamming lockers and arguements between couples that were doomed from the minute they started dating.
It was pathetic really. McKinley High was just a sat excuse for a school that helped students become massive failures and persuade them to go to jail the minute they graduate, and even that wasn't guaranteed. In all honesty, Lima itself is just as bad.
"Did you hear about the Glee Club being started back up? Apparently Dumbledore let Flitwick start it back up." Emmeline heard a student whisper to another, and judging by their reactions, the other girls had heard it as well.
The girls, also known as the 'Unholy Trinity', walked out of earshot and not wasting a second before starting to complain about it to eachother.
"The Glee Club, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺? I knew this school was starting to fall off, but to that extent? To the point of bringing back the 𝘎𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘊𝘭𝘶𝘣?" Dorcas hissed, her walking picking up it's pace as she began to grumble on about her clear distaste about the decision.
"Calm down, Cas. We get it." Emmeline murmured, rolling her eyes and leaning against the locker as she started to scroll through her phone, desperate to find more information about the subject.
Dorcas gritted her teeth, using the last of her willpower ─ and the fact that Dumbledore had brought up suspension as punishment if she were to get into one more fight ─ to calm down and persuade herself that it wasn't worth it.
Emmeline straightened her posture, clearing her throat and making the other girls perk up as she began to read.
"Flitwick has managed to get the Glee Club back after it being gone since- since 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘥? What the hell? Anyway, auditions are starting on Thursday at the auditorium. Oh, and they're being called the New Directions."
<"New Directions? What type of group is this? One Direction rip-offs? I get they disbanded and people probably miss them, but I don't think it's necessary to make a replacement." Dorcas said, eyebrows furrowed in what seemed to be both annoyance and confusion.
"Cas, it's obvious she said New Directions. Not One Direction. Maybe you should stop mourning on the past and focus on the present." Charity spoke up, saying it as if it was the easiest thing to understand.
"Char. What the fuck are you even talking about right now?" Both Emmeline and Dorcas looked to Charity, raising an eyebrow as she continued to speak about- whatever nonsense she was spewing out. All they got in return noises of mockery and a shrug.
"Well, whatever this New Directions bullshit is about, surely Hooch would want to know. Right? I mean, she hates everything to do with the arts, taking the fact that she rants about her hate for musicals every cheerleading session she has to coach while she's on her period into consideration." Emmeline said, mostly speaking to herself, but voicing her opinion to the other girls.
"No need to worry about it... I'm almost certain she already knows..." Charity trailed off, the three girls all looking towards Hooch, who was walking down the corridor ─ presumably to Dumbledore's office ─ and shoving every student that got in her way.
"Oh my God. Something is telling me these next few months are going to be hell."
Emmeline let out a huff of laughter, "Few months? I doubt the New Directions would even last a few weeks. Nobody in Ohio, 𝘓𝘪𝘮𝘢 of all places, would want to try out for some Glee Club."
The two other girls let out a sound of acknowledgement, all too focused on Hooch, who was now peering at them and pointing her middle and index finger at them as if to say '𝘐'𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶'.
"Creepy as hell." Dorcas murmured, both Emmeline and Charity nodding in agreement as their eyes followed where the coach was walking towards.
Emmeline, suddenly snapping out of her thoughts, finally realised the time, "Well, instead of ogling Hooch all day, we might as well actually 𝘨𝘰 to our classes."
"True. I'm on a thin line with Dumbledore, and I don't think being late will really make it any better." Dorcas replied.
"I'll see you guys later then." Charity said, already walking off to a random direction, with Emmeline and Dorcas just raising each of their eyebrows at her.
"She really is strange."
─ ★ ─
Hooch stormed through the corridor, pushing past students left, right and center, not caring about the consequences of any of her actions.
Rolanda Hooch was a very simple woman, with very simple needs, likes, dislikes and so on. For example, she loved herself yet hated strawberries. She loved her tracksuits, yet hated seeing children being happy and free in the world. She loved her gorgeous hair, yet hated the arts.
Oh, how she hated the arts.
There was no use for them. All they did was waste children's time and give them false hope and feed into their dramatic dreams on Broadway. Well, guess what? That's never going to happen. They'll be so focused on the 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴, that they will fail in school, not get any of their degrees, and end up working a 9-5 office job.
If it wasn't mentioned enough, Hooch couldn't put her distaste for the arts into words, no matter how many essays she could write.
Which was why she was so annoyed that Dumbledore hadn't even gave her any warning about this whole 𝘎𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘊𝘭𝘶𝘣 bullshit? What good will Glee Club do for the children? 'Give them a place where they can express'- oh shut up, you old man. Your life support is barely working! Why are you in the main position of power at this school?
She charged into Dumbledore's office, pushing the door open with full force ─ which caused it to hit the glass windows that were placed beside it ─ and glaring at him.
Both Flitwick and Dumbledore looked up, taken aback by such an... expressive greeting. This was obviously very rare for them.
"Oh, Hooch," Dumbledore spoke up in his frail voice, clearing his throat as if he were to give a motivational speech at a stand up night in a bar, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Don't start with this. I have questions and I need 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴!" She exclaimed, her voice not getting any louder, but getting more intimidating with each word.
"Yes, yes. What questions?"
"Since when did we make it appropriate to take such... important steps in this job without contacting other staff members?"
"Well, we did contact you. You should've gotten an email last Tuesday." Flitwick spoke up with a curious look on his face.
"Oh, nobody was talking to you. Grow a few inches and make sure you can actually 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 at me before trying to come back with smartass replies."
"Hooch- calm down." Dumbledore sighed, growing exhausted.
"I will not calm down until this is sorted!"
"Calm down!" He bellowed, causing a few students to stop by the windows of the office and peer in, trying to listen in.
"The Glee Club is here to stay, whether you like it or not. And, you storming into my office and slamming into students won't help your case at all!"
Hooch looked over at Flitwick, clenching her fists at her sides when she saw the smug grin on his face... that was almost a foot below hers.
"Fine. The gay club can stay, but oh, you will regret every single word that you have just said."
"Enough with the dramatics, Rolanda. You have a cheerleading coach too teach." Flitwick said, grin too wide for a 4,3 man, as he looked up at Sue's expression of flaming anger.
She rolled her eyes, clenched her fists, gritted her teeth before marching out of the office, the sight could have been amusing... if you weren't one of the students that got pushed to the floor on her way back to the field.