[h3]EDEN[/h3]
[indent][indent][indent]It was her last year here; once her education was over she would be heading back to England. She actually found herself in two minds on this, one was happy and one was actually quite sad. Eden had been here in Lima for six months, and she had loved every second of it. Never one to be shy around people, and sporting a crisp English accent, she had quickly been drowning in friends and people trying to get closer to her. It had almost been overwhelming at first, but it certainly made her transition here a lot easier. She had grown incredibly fond of a few of her friends, especially her host and his family. Joseph Sawyer, or Joey as he was more commonly known was Mr Superstar at the high school, and his popularity had soared when he turned up with the English girl. He had kissed her once, but Eden had already stated she didn’t want to get involved with anyone as she would be heading back to her home country, and nothing ever came of it.

But now as she walked down the halls of McKinley high, she felt a little sad that in less than a year she would be leaving this place for good. She kept in touch with all her friends back home, and they were desperate for her to return, but the friends she had made here were desperate for her to stay. It actually put a bit of a downer on her day, and the blonde had difficulty summoning a smile that day. That was until she paused by the notice board and looked to a sign-up sheet that had a fair few names on it, and she stopped in thought. A lover of drama and music class back home, Eden had a strong love for all things performance related. But she had recently stuck to singing in the shower or in her own room, but never publicly. She sighed and walked on, pausing by her locker to dump most of her books.

As she opened her locker she heard a few gasps and the blonde turned her head to see Dalton Bentley walking through and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes a little. Eden had never understood the cliques and stereotypes of an American high school; she certainly hadn’t stuck to one. The cheerleaders had tried to force her with them; her instant popularity apparently meant she had to adorn the uniform. But she couldn’t bear most of them, nor could she stand people who had a ridiculous sense of self-worth. She was friends with who she wanted and ignored those she didn’t like, perhaps that were one of the things that set her on bench above most. She watched the schools resident bad-boy as he scooted off down the halls, and she couldn’t help but smirk a little as she watched him go.

“What’up English?” A familiar voice sounded, and Eden closed her locker with a smile. 
“Hey” She said as she turned to the dark skinned Lothario that was Bryce Cole, as he turned up the collar of his letterman. 
“Where’s Joey?” He asked as he openly eyed a girl who slunk past, trying to get his attention with smirk and a wink.
“Probably making out with his reflection” She said as she closed the locker, leaving her bag a damn site lighter. She pulled her phone out and looked to see a message, to which she promptly grimaced. “Stop sending me these!” She said to him, flashing him the topless selfie he had sent of himself.
“Maybe when you agree to dinner… Come on English… You, me, breadstix… Think about it” He said kissing her on the cheek before he headed off and made a loud noise as he was reunited with the rest of the footballers. Eden shook her head and made her way off to her History class, passing the Glee sheet another look as she went.

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[h3]JOEY[/h3]
[indent][indent][indent]It was almost becoming an obsession, he had to get scouted. Football had become his life, and now senior year was here, the need to get to that professional level had never been stronger. He had arrived at school an hour earlier than need be to make use of the Gym, having received permission from Coach he had gotten into a routine of running and lifting before school, and eating high protein meals. Now covered in sheen of sweat, the dark haired teen made his way through to the showers and scrubbed himself down in the scented body scrub before he set about his routine. But as he pulled on his clothes and styled his hair, he found himself singing along to the music that poured from his phone. No one really knew of his love to sing, his status as king of the school didn’t really allow room for it. But he had a powerful voice with a husky edge to it, and had always loved music. 

Putting the gel in his hair and bursting into a final chorus of the song, he jumped when he caught sight of another in the reflection of mirror. “Shit!” He startled, before he turned to the teacher. “Sorry” He added quickly, knowing that they were hot on cussing in the school.
“No, sorry to startle you” The man said as he perched on a stool against the wall and looked to the teen. “Who was that?” He asked, pointing to his phone.
“Oh, Artic Monkeys?” Joey replied as he shut the music off and pushed his phone into his pocket. When the man looked a little questioningly, Joey shrugged. “Some English band” he said. Eden’s taste in music had certainly rubbed off on him all the while she had been staying there with him. The teacher nodded before he looked back to the student.
“You have a nice voice you know… Should come to the Auditorium at eleven, we’re having open auditions for the new Glee club” The man replied.
“Glee?” Joey repeated before he laughed, shaking his head and pulling on his letterman. “No, thanks but no way”. The man behind him however chuckled as he got up and adjusted his jacket.
“You know, a few years ago I was in the same locker room convincing the star quarterback the same thing” He said as he made for his exit.
“What he do?” Joey asked him.
“He won a national championship” The teacher replied with a nod, before he exited the room and Joey was left to think as his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Joey sat in History class with his back half turned. No one really paid much attention to the teachers droning voice; Eden was on the table behind him on her phone when some whispering to the side of them caught their attention, though they remained silent. It was two girls chatting about the Glee club and what songs they were going to perform. Joey didn’t look at either of them as he scribbled idle patterns on the paperwork, singing in his head and unable to think of anything but singing. No, he was a footballer and that was his future. He loved music but there was no way he was going for Glee club.

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