As my alarm rings out, piecing the early morning silence, my eyes snap open. I reach over and slam my hand onto the top of my alarm, I begin to contemplate throwing the damn thing out of my bedroom window and rolling back over to go back to sleep. With a sigh, I roll onto my back and stare at my freshly painted black ceiling. I can't believe that summer is over and my first freshman day is upon me already. It feels like just yesterday my parents were telling me that my dad had gotten a job at some fancy new hospital and we were leaving sunny Redland, California to move to Lima, Ohio. No amount of kicking and screaming could apparently change their mind because here I am 4 weeks later in the middle of fucking nowhere starting high school with no friends and no rep, even though the later was the only one that mattered to me.
A breeze rolls in my window making me shiver, I stare down at my naked body. Smirking I get out of bed and walk towards my full length mirror, admiring the view. For 15, I was well developed with full breast and curves in all the right places. I ran my fingers through my slightly curly hair, letting it fall softly onto my back. A slow wolf whistle left my lips, the boys are in for a treat. "If they work for it and can keep up," I say out loud to no-one grinning. I slowly turning around and walk towards my bathroom, my day suddenly looking up.
"Look out William McKinley High, your new HBIC is on her way."
"Let me out here," I tell my mum as we approach McKinley.
"Fucking stop!" I yell.
"Language!" my mum screams back but pulls over anyway.
"Have a nice day," she says sweetly as I get out of the car, it's funny how quickly her attitude can change I noticed.
"Try not to make anyone cry!" I stop and stare at her car as she drives away, smirking as I remember how I ruled my last school with an iron fist. There's still a block to school and being a freshman I can't yet get my drivers permit but I will not resolve to have my mum dropping me of at school. Well not where anyone can see me anyway. A sudden gust of wind blows up my grey mini skirt exposing my black panties. Embarrassed, I quickly pull it down hoping no-one saw. As I quickly spin around to check, I internally scold myself. "Why are you so embarrassed? By the end of the day, boys will be lining up to see this!"
My cheeks go from pink to a dark red as I hear a giggle. I spin around and see someone fly past in red 65' Chevy Impala, laughing at my antics. In a huff I turn and stalk of towards my soon to be new kingdom once I become the new HBIC. As I walk along, I look down at my legs admiring their tanned tone. "Still a bit lighter than last year though," I ponder. "Hmmmm, maybe I should've spent my summer sunning rather than rebelling the move by being anti-social in my room."
I suddenly realise that I've reached the car park of McKinley. I stare up at the building in awe before shaking my head and putting on my best bitch face. I quickly smooth my striped singlet down over my grey mini skirt and adjust my cute denim vest. With a flick of my hair and my Gucci handbag swung over my should, I begin my decent onto my home for the next four years with my 2 inch CFM boots pounding on the pavement.
I marched through the door and instantly I saw the effect I had. Heads turned to look at me and I saw boys eyes run shameless over my body and nod to there friends in my direction. My step falters as I see just how many people are looking, I've always been told I'm pretty but I didn't think I'd have this affect.
"Snap out of it!" I think to myself and I push aside my creeping shyness and throw a flirtatious wink in a group of footballers general direction. A wave of wolf whistles and bad pick up lines follow me as I turn a corner into a new corridor and I continue to see everyone turn and look.
It was like a ripple affect, all I needed was for one person to notice me and suddenly everyone was. My face paled at the thought of how fast rumours would spread thought this school.
"Like wildfire," I whisper.
I suddenly reason I've stopped walking and I'm just standing in the middle of the hall like a loser. I quickly move on running my fingers through my hair.
"The only time you'll be involved in rumours, is when you're spreading them" I silently promise yourself.
I realised that despise everything I've done to prepare yourself for today (which was only a pedicure, haircut and a wardrobe change) I actually have no idea were I am going. By the time I find my way to my first class which is Biology, I'm a good 10 minutes late.
Outside the class room I take a deep breathe and walk in deciding to appear fashionably late, which apparently the teacher disapproves of.
Deciding to ignore her, I march up to the back of the room and slip into the only empty seat. I reach into my bag and pull out a nail file deciding this was a perfect time to touch up my already perfect nails when I hear a soft laugh next to me. I put my nail file down on my desk and turn towards where I heard the sound next to me and find myself next to a gorgeous blonde, raising her eye brows at me.
Yes? I ask, my voice so sweet there s honey dripping of it.
You ve already pissed of the teacher once today and you ve been in class, doing that isn t the best way to get on her good side, comes my reply.
Well it s a good thing I don t care what she thinks isn t it? I shoot back.
Smirking, Blondie turns back to pay attention to the teacher. I take this time to get a proper look at her. Her blonde hair falls into perfect waves down her grey cardigan, which is worn causally over a white summer dress. I can tell she has a strong body under her clothes which means she s probably very athletic which means most likely my competition. My eyes narrow at this thought as she turns back to face me her hazel eyes catch mine, I m surprised by their intensity and I can see the determination behind them. Definitely my competition. Quinn. A single word leaves her mouth quietly so the teacher doesn t hear us and I nearly miss it, not because of the volume but because I m mesmerised by how the light is shining of her hair making in seem like a golden wave. I ve always had a thing for blondes, probably why I left a string of surfer ex boyfriends in California, so I m not surprised that I find this girl, Quinn as she said very easy on the eyes.
I awake from my trance so glace down from her hair to meet her gaze.
Is that so, is all I reply.
She lets out that quiet laugh of hers again.
You know when someone tells you their name, its common curtesy to tell them yours back, she informs me.
Don t worry, you ll know my name soon enough, tomorrow I ll be accepted onto the cheerleading squad and I ll be one step closer to being head cheerleader, I let her know.
You re trying out for cheerio s? I heard the coach is kind of a bitch Quinn says as if to change my mind.
She s won 4 nation titles in a row, to be the best you have to train under the best and if you re going to get anywhere in this town, cheerio s your best chance. This shuts Quinn up for the rest of the lesson, I see what I said is running around her head. As the bell for next class rings, I turn around to Quinn.
I ll see you around I guess. I guess I will be. Quinn smiles and with that she marches out of class with a walk and expression I recognise to be very similar to my own.
I don t know why but I feel the need to be nice to this girl and to at least pretend to like, I have a feeling we have similar goals and she s going to be around whether I want her to be or not.
The rest of the day passes by quickly, I notice that people already begin to part when I walk down the halls and lesser girls avoid eye contact. All this on looks alone, I think smirking about how people will truly react when they get to know the attitude that comes with this pretty face.
As the bell rings for the end of the day, I make my way to my locker and I m putting my things in my bag when I feel someone slide up beside me. Then I feel the feather touch as they run their hand down my side to my arse. I quickly spin around.
Hands off! I snap, slapping the hand away.
I look up to see the offenders face and see a smug looking guy, about my age. He was tall and well built but his most distinguishing feature would have to be his Mohawk. Hey there baby, the boy says to me. Haven t seen you around before, are you new around here? Well it is the first day; I m not surprised you haven t seen me before. I reply.
Touch gorgeous but Lima is a small town and I m sure I d remember a face like yours. I can tell you must be a local, if you think a pick up line like that would work. The Mohawked boy laughed. I like you, you re feisty. I m sure you could show the Puckasaurus a good time. I decided to get my flirts on. I gently ran my hand along his bicep, lightly squeezing. I leaned in close to his ear and whispered as seductively as I could manage I could show you a good time but I doubt you could keep up and you have nowhere near earned it... Puckasaurus I felt his breathe falter. I leant back and looked him in the eye. He looked nervous, I begun to laugh. I guess I wasn t the only one to turn down this guy, Puckasaurus? He was all talk.
It s Puck he whispered still looking at me in awe.
I ll see you around, Puck. I winked at him and turned and walked away, I heard him take a sharp breathe and with a quick glance I saw him strut back to his friends most likely to tell a different tale of events.
I sent mum a quick text telling her that I didn t need a lift, I needed the walk home to clear my head after my first day of high school. I pulled out my iPod and put in my headphones, turning up He is We as loud as I could handle and walked through the car park.
I step out from behind a Black Mazda Rx8 when out of nowhere a car slammed on its breaks just missing me by a metre. I felt my voice catch in my throat and I clutched my hand to my heart. I had literally felt my life flash before my eyes, from my third birthday party, to my first kiss, all the way up until this morning had gone through my head in a blink of an eye. I take a couple of deep shaky breathes to calm myself and I completely missed the car door slamming and someone s gentle hand on my arm.
Omg, I am so sorry. You just cam out of nowhere, I am so glad I didn t hit you, I ve been told before to not go so fast in the car park but basically everyone has gone and my cats home alone and I really hate leaving him there by himself! Came a gentle voice talking a mile a minute but I was still in shock about what had just happened I didn t really talk in anything she d said.
I closed my mind and in my head I began to count numbers always calmed me, I started at one and doubled in each time, 1, 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64, 128, 512, 1024, 2048, 4096, 8192, 16 thousand and 16 thou, dam I can t remember what comes next. Having to have calmed down a little I opened my eyes to look at the car that nearly hit me. A red 65 Chevy Impala, why was that so familiar?
Omg, the car from this morning! I though to myself.
I suddenly became conscious of the hand rubbing my arm in a soothing motion, Are you ok? I heard a gentle voice ask.
I turned my heard towards the jackass that nearly hit me and for the second time in 2 minutes my voice got caught in my throat and I felt my legs turn to jelly although it was for an initially different reason. This girl was breathe takingly beautiful. She had long hair which flowed down her muscular body and long dancers legs which stretched on forever. She was taller than me and when I looked in her eyes I could see kindness and sincere concern for me, a complete stranger s safety. I shook my head and pulled myself away from her touch. My arm tingles where the contact now vanished. Snap out of it! I yelled at myself internally. Why are you feeling like this? Especially around some random girl! I m fine, I snap, putting my bitch face back on. No thanks to you. If she was hurt by my outburst she didn t show it.
Oh thank god! she exclaimed breaking out into a wide smile I didn t ever want to see disappear. I was really worried more a moment there, can I give you a lift somewhere to make up for scaring you? I d rather not spend anymore time with you, I lie, turning my back and walking in the direction of my house.
A minute later, this girl is driving beside me winding down her passenger window. I really am sorry, she says leaning across the passenger side so she can look at me and drive at the same time.
Whatever. I huff.
I guess I ll just have to make it up to you sometime, I ll see you around school! she gives me one last breathe taking smile before leaning back to the drivers side.
Oh! she exclaims leaning back over towards me and she meets my eye.
I m Santana by the way. I stood on the footpath watching her classic car drive away, unable to take a step for a reason unknown to me at the time.
While it wasn t aware of it at the time, in fact it would take years and countless internal battles to admit but I, Brittany S. Pierce was already hopelessly and internally in love with Santana Lopez.