Chapter 1-
"I will get that for you right away sir" Santana told the man with the fancy tux and Rolex watch. She gave him an exaggerated smile and a wink.
The boy just stared at her for a few seconds mesmerised by the girl standing in front of him. Santana was definitely not the tallest when she attended high school. She had brown hair that fell around her face in slight curls; she had beautiful brown eyes that you could get lost in and an amazing figure.
Santana noticed that he and pretty much the whole room were staring at her, both boys and girls. The boy wasn't listening to her; he was just standing there staring at her like she was some kind of princess. Santana was always being told 'you're pretty' 'you're hot' and so on. It didn't seem to mean anything to her. Normally it was just some person that was desperate and decided to try and get her to come home with them. She wasn't interested; she had her life planned; every day and every night she did everything the same, she didn't need nor have time for a guy in her life. You could say she had OCD.
She would wake up at 6 am every morning. She would be out of the house by 7 and reach the office by 7:15. Then she would go to the coffee shop right next to her office before she walked in. She would finish her coffee and then head into the front door of the reception. Say 'hello' to the receptionist; Wendy and head to the elevator. Once she got there she would take the lift to floor 17 and walk to her office. She would be sitting at her desk by 7:35. Once she finished work at 5 pm she would get into her car and drive to the bar where she worked her part time job until 9 pm. Then she headed home and would normally be in bed asleep by 10:30. Her days were long and tiring, she hated it. She only worked her job at the bar so she could get some extra money to save for her long wanted holiday to Europe.
Santana returned to the man with his drink in her hand.
"Was that all, sir?" She asked in a seductive tone.
"Yes. I mean no." The man managed to get out, obviously nervous.
"What else would you like then?" Santana raised her eyebrow, offering for him to continue.
The man stood up straight and a look of confidence came into his eyes.
"I was just wondering; if it isn't to forward, maybe you would like me to buy you a drink after your shift?" The man asked Santana with a tone of sudden confidence.
Santana could see straight passed his confidence though. She looked into his eyes with a smirk coming across her face.
"That would be great but unfortunately I will not be able to do so, as I have plans after work." Santana lied, but she couldn't do that, it would just completely mess up her whole schedule. But it was okay, because she was a great liar. She gave him an innocent look that she hoped would make up for rejecting him.
His confidence dropped and he looked really cut, but he held it together and gave her a weak "That's okay." Then he walked off.
The night felt like it went forever, she was extra tired from the day and just wanted to get home and repeat it all over again tomorrow. She checked the time and it read 8 pm.
'Only one hour, just one more hour of torture and I can go home to the welcoming sheets of my bed.' She thought to herself.
For the next hour or so people walked in and out of the bar, she had about 10 guys hit on her and try to get her to come home with them. She turned each of them down, one after another just as she had earlier with the guy in the fancy tux and Rolex watch. She checked her phone and she only had about 10 minutes left on shift.
She suddenly heard her phone ringing; she searched around for it in her pocket and answered it with a polite "Hello."
"Santana; It's Quinn!"
Santana's mood suddenly was lifted as she heard Quinn on the other end of the phone. Quinn and Santana had been best friends since high school; they were inseparable, always together. They were by each other's side through thick and thin.
"Quinn! I'm still on shift; I finish in around 10 if you want to stop by?" Santana asked hoping for a reply of yes. Her day had been horrible and seeing Quinn could maybe brighten her mood.
"Well, I was actually ringing about a problem." Quinn said.
Santana picked up on the disappointed tone of Quinn's voice. She instantly knew that it must be about that failure of a guy; Finn.
"If that Finn guy has hurt you again, like I told him last time, I will go all Lima heights on that bitch! He is such a dick head. I told you to stay away from him! I warned you, now I am going to have to beat that bitch until he can't move a bone in his body. ARGH! I hate him so much!" She basically screamed into the phone; her face quickly reddening in anger.
"Santana calm down! He didn't do anything wrong, it's me! But thanks, I now know your opinion about him clearly." Quinn said in a snide remark.
Santana thought to herself for a moment. 'What else could it be, if it isn't that douche of a guy?'
She couldn't think of anything so she decided to give in and ask Quinn.
"What is it then?" Santana asked annoyed and very curious about the situation.
"Well, this girl walked into work today. She had brown hair, brown eyes and a smile that could literally light up the whole room. She was beautiful! She kept looking over at me, like she was interested in me or something. There is something about her, I don't know what it is, but she made me feel all nervous inside."
Santana knew this was weird; no one ever seemed to be able to intimidate Quinn. She was confident enough but had a sweet side to her tone. Her hair was blonde and she had hazel eyes.
"Anyway, I was talking to Finn, my boyfriend that you hate. He kept asking me what was wrong and I really didn't know. I told him that I would talk to him later and hung up on him, while he was still mid sentence." She said, her voice shaking. She didn't have her normal confidence to her tone and Santana could tell something was really worrying Quinn about the whole thing.
"GET OFF THE PHONE! YOU'RE STILL ON YOUR SHIFT!" Santana heard her boss screaming at her. She turned to look at him "FUCK OFF WOULD YOU?" She turned away from him and concentrated back on the conversation she was having with her best friend. Quinn must have heard her boss because the next thing she knew Quinn was telling her she would come and pick Santana up after work and they could talk some more.
'Great' Santana thought to herself. 'I have no idea what I'm going to say to her, plus the fact that I'm tired and my advice will probably just be shit.' But she knew she couldn't let her best friend down so she agreed. In about 2 minutes she finished her shift and walked to the front of the bar, waiting for Q.
30 minutes later Quinn still hadn't shown up. She decided to text her to see where she had gotten too.
Where the fuck are you Quinn? I've been waiting here for half an hour. In 10 minutes I'm leaving and coming to your apartment.