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Quinn had been at cheer camp for about two weeks now and most of the counselors there didn't want to deal with her. Especially the female ones. One because she could be pretty bitchy and felt like she could get away with everything and that was mostly because her dad gave large amounts of money as donations for the camp. No one would discipline her or correct her, she just did what she wanted and didn't think about how other people would feel. She felt like she was on top of the freaking world, even more so while at camp. She had the run of the place. She was head cheerleader at her school and even just the way she walked, it made it look like she owned everything, her head held up high, her hands on her hips and it even helped that a few other cheerleaders were always walking behind her. Like she was their leader and she pretty much was.
Today though, one of the counselors finally had the guts to say something to her and she was less than amused by it. It was the counselor that everyone said was a dick and didn't care that other people knew it. Sure, he was hot.. really hot, but Quinn would refuse to back down to him. God, all she did was play a prank on another cheerleader, mainly one that just annoyed Quinn by looking at her. So what if she threw all of her clothes into the lake? She'd get more. Somehow. Whatever, Quinn didn't care.
As she sat in Puckerman's office, in her cheerleading uniform since she had been practicing with other cheerleaders when he called her into his office, she was sitting in the chair in front of his desk, legs crossed at the knees as she filed her nails, trying to not even pay attention to a thing he was saying.
Today though, one of the counselors finally had the guts to say something to her and she was less than amused by it. It was the counselor that everyone said was a dick and didn't care that other people knew it. Sure, he was hot.. really hot, but Quinn would refuse to back down to him. God, all she did was play a prank on another cheerleader, mainly one that just annoyed Quinn by looking at her. So what if she threw all of her clothes into the lake? She'd get more. Somehow. Whatever, Quinn didn't care.
As she sat in Puckerman's office, in her cheerleading uniform since she had been practicing with other cheerleaders when he called her into his office, she was sitting in the chair in front of his desk, legs crossed at the knees as she filed her nails, trying to not even pay attention to a thing he was saying.