The badass is back [Monday morning, the halls, Puck/OPEN]
Puck had only spent a couple of weeks in juvie, and it more boring in there than anything else, but he guessed that the idea that he had actually done time in there was enough to up his badass quotient at McKinley.
As he left Figgins' office to go to his locker, people scrambled to get out of his way. He heard hushed whispers of "Puckerman" and "permanent record," and saw people bow their heads, perhaps to avoid looking him accidentally in the eye, as he walked by.
He smirked. Cool.
Of course, there was always at least one ant in the picnic. Some idiot had written "Jailbird!" on the door of his locker - in pansy-ass ballpoint pen. What a wuss.
Reaching out, Puck collared a passing geek who turned out to be Jacob ben Israel. Briefly, he was tempted to throw Jacob back, just because he was a fellow Jew, but the fact that the word was written in ballpoint pen instead of proper black marker was bothering him. "Clean that up."
"Yes, sir."
He smiled tightly as the Jewfro'd kid promptly started scrubbing at the locker door. He was starting to feel normal again. They were all afraid of him again, just like in the old days, and their fear tasted like the finest boxed wine.
Maybe getting thrown in juvie had been for the best after all.