Puck could feel herself choking back tears but she wasn't about to go back on her own promise to herself to never cry at school, especially in front of this big of a crowd, and for a dance proposal anyway, she couldn't go to the dance anyway...she had a play...she-

"PUCK!"

Puck winced as she recognized Dustin's voice.

"PUCK!!"

She heard it getting closer.

"PUCK..!"

Puck smiled slightly, he sounded out of breath.

"Pu-"

"You're going to puke if you keep saying that." Puck turned around to face Dustin as if nothing was wrong.

"Puck, listen, I-" Dustin panted, out of breath.

"Congratulations, Dustin." Puck sighed, "I have to get to rehearsal."

"No- but- Puck, I-"

"Goodbye." Puck smiled, turning around to briskly make her way towards the theater.

She had made the mistake of crushing on someone as amazing as Dustin...look where it landed her...

"Puck, wait, please!" Dustin began after he before he felt a hand on his shoulder and was slowly being pulled away by Jenna.

"Come on! I have to show you my dress so you can match your tie or bow-tie or whatever to it!" Jenna giggled.

Dustin continued to keep his eyes trained on Puck until she faded from view and he sighed, turning to Jenna, well this was simply splendid.

***

Puck could hardly focus while she was rehearsing...she just couldn't bring herself to pack as much energy as she usually had...not with- not after...

She looked forward. Puck hadn't even been aware at how this whole crush business had crept forward without her even noticing it, but all of a sudden she was a jealous mess, and the one thing she knew was that she definitely hated Jenna Rolland. Not only had she just lost the boy she loved, but she had helped with it...Puck had to wonder though what Dustin was going to say to her...probably something about an after party for him and Jenna or something stupid...ly adorable like that...Puck felt like she could fall into a pit and feel less pain. This sucked.
This absolutely sucked.
Puck could feel her throat tighten with tears like it had multiple times prior to this moment...she wished it had been her...she would have missed the play for Dustin...to be able to dance with him, fiddle with his little ponytail and make fun of it teasingly, to be able to look at him and tell him...

"Puck! Where is the pansy serum!?" Mr.Reyes called out.

"Chill your beans." Puck scoffed, rolling her eyes, "It's in my pocket."

"Well then get up here on stage and pour some serum into these poor mortal childrens' eyes! Chop chop!" Mr.Reyes waved Puck on stage frantically.

Puck glared before stomping up on stage, "Oh. This must be...the guy. Woo. Yay. Become a fucking zombie." Puck mindlessly pilled the spray bottle, filled with water, and sprayed the actors, who looked less than pleased.

"...Good...for a drama class in New Jersey..." Mr.Reyes groaned, "Let's just keep going, -terrible work, Mrs.Valentine! You really have to sell that you're transforming into a zombie! Again!"

Puck began to breath quickly and shook her head, today was going to be hell...
And tomorrow was going to be even worse.