So I just got this idea in my head and decided to go ahead and write it down. This is sort of AU, because Santana is a new to Ohio. This will eventually be a Pezberry story, but it could go different ways to get there. I want to build the relationships of everyone with Santana and hopefully keep it entertaining with plot twist and everything. I hope you guys like it.
Everything was already in place. From the looks of the students, I knew that everyone was in their place too. I wish it mattered to me; I found it pretty tough to get things to matter to me now. It was stupid to feel like an outsider, I must have given it away with my looks, the way my eyes roamed around the hallways reaching the ground whenever I accidently made eye contact with anyone.
The worst part was: I was lost. I was so desperately and embarrassingly lost that I seriously debated returning to my car and driving home. By home, I of course didn't mean that two story suburban cliché that we'd just moved in to, I actually meant my home which seemed like it was one thousand miles away. The reality was though, it was actually 2,478 miles away, and screw me for counting that out as we drove across America to get here.
I finally found the main office though; at least I could pat myself on the back for that. I opened the door cautiously and stepped inside the glass room, to find myself staring blankly at the secretary sitting there. She looked busy; the way her grey curls bounced as she moved from one piece of paper to another, ferociously writing and typing, told me that. I cleared my throat, loud enough to be heard, but not in the obnoxious way, as if I was trying to draw all the attention towards me.
"Oh, hello there. Can I help you with something?" She asked cheerfully. I took a step forward and reached into my new backpack and pulled out the folder my father insisted I had to turn in.
"I'm a transfer student, here are my forms. I know my father called and set things up but I-." She took the forms and scanned them over with her beady eyes resting behind her square glasses.
"Santana Lopez?" She questioned finally looking up from the papers. I nodded and zipped up my backpack. I secretly hoped that there was so loophole that meant I couldn't come here. That I could just stay home, lie in my bed, and never move for as long as I lived. "Well I've got your schedule for you and your locker combination. Lucky for you that you're here right on time. You'll be able to meet all your teachers and the students." Yeah lucky me, I thought to myself taking my schedule and a small slip of paper, which had three digits scribbled down on it. "Would you like me to call someone to the office to show you around?" She asked already reaching for the phone.
"Oh, no I-…well I think I can figure things out. I used to be in Girl Scouts when I was younger, this is nothing like the forest." Actually I was in Boy Scouts, because my mom didn't want my older brother and I to be separated, so I was forced to do everything with him. I didn't mind being in Boy Scouts, at least I knew how to tie a sheet knot, how many girls do I know that can do that?
"Alright, well if you have any questions or concerns feel free to come to the office. Have a nice day Santana." I didn't have the heart to tell the secretary that there wasn't that much of an emphasis on the second 'a' in my name. I also realized that I didn't even get the secretary's name, so I don't even know who she is. Looks like that'll be the last time I'm ever in there.
I guess that locker number 397 was to the left and down the hall. I was proud of myself when I found it within five minutes. I wasn't so lucky with actually opening it. I found out after a lot of effort that you had to hit the locker twice and jiggle the hand while turning the knob, and then it would open.
Once it was open, I starred at the blank space inside and sighed. Why the hell did I even open this? This is my first day; I don't have anything to put in there. I slammed the door shut and turned to head off to my first class. I had English and that was alright with me, it was simple to me, something I could understand.
I slowly opened the door and thirty-seven eyes shot towards me. Eighteen students and one brown haired woman of about her mid-thirties. I regretted not having a note or something to explain myself, I knew that the woman would ask, but was it too much to wish she'd just let it go?
"Hello." She said crossing her legs and leaning back on her desk.
"Hi, I'm new. Santana Lopez." I didn't know what exactly to do next. She began walking towards me and I just stood there, hoping she'd take the lead. Her hand shot out and I shook it, that part was easy, but I didn't know if I was supposed to say something or turn towards the class and repeat my name for them to hear.
"Oh of course, I talked to Mrs. Huxley earlier about you. I'm Ms. Corcoran, you can take a seat right over there, we're in the midst of reading Othello." I took a seat in the desks where she had pointed to a second ago. I didn't look at any of the students around me or even pay attention to what they were saying. I'd read the book at least four times, but I couldn't bear having anyone judging me before my first full day here.
I glanced out the window and saw that the sun was finally coming out. I didn't know if that happened a lot in Ohio. I didn't know anything about Ohio. Up until this point I guess I didn't really see it. It was all just something distant, a place I didn't understand.
The bell ringing pulled me out of my thoughts and I got out of my desk chair and hurried out of the room. Just as I was about to turn the corner in the threshold of the door, Ms. Corcoran's voice caught me. "Santana!" It wasn't a yell it was just a call out to me. I turned and walked back in. Was I in trouble? Already? "Here's a copy of the book, I know it's probably difficult for you to get everything you need especially because you just arrived." I didn't know whether to feel insulted because it sounded to me like she thought I was dirt poor; or thankful because it sounded like she was trying to understand me. I decided that thankful worked just as well as insulted.
"Oh no I don't-."
"No honestly it's fine. I don't know if the school board knows this or not, but they've given me more than one copy of all these books. If you don't take it I was just thinking of selling it online." I smiled and she laughed a little to herself before picking up the book off her desk and handing it to me.
"Thank you." I said as I took the book. As I walked out of the room, I realized that the two people I've interacted with have both been genuinely kind. I knew that there was no way everyone was like that, but if I could spend the next two years interacting with the secretary and Ms. Corcoran then my life wouldn't be so bad.
I rushed to my locker with my first hint of excitement as I actually had something to put in there. I slammed my fist into the locker twice, jingled the handle and used the knob to turn to the numbers 16, 3, and 14. The locker popped open and I placed the book in making sure it stayed up.
"Hi, are you new?" I turned to my right and my eyes connected with the shimmering blues of a blonde boy that stood just a few inches over me. He tilted his head to the side and smiled.
"Um yeah I sorta am." I said closing my locker. I turned my body fully towards him and saw that his mouth made up about half of his face and he had the most charming dimples I've ever seen. His blonde hair fell slightly in his face and his skin glinted slightly in the reflection of the light from the windows just around the corner.
"Sorta?" He questioned.
"No I mean I am, it's just…strange saying that I guess." He closed his locker and pulled his backpack up evenly around his shoulders. I mirrored his actions but kept my gaze down. I felt like such a weirdo right now.
"I'm Sam." He said and then he got this sparkle in his eyes and his grin grew. "Sam I am. Get it?" He asked hopefully.
"Yeah Dr. Seuss." I replied laughing a little to myself. "I'm Santana." I told him and he nodded.
"Well, nice to meet you, Bjergen Kjargen, from Kneurgen, near the Joergen Fjords." I didn't want to laugh out right because I had no idea what the hell he was talking about and he was the first student I'd spoken to. Maybe it was some sort of Ohio joke that everyone was in on except me. "Wayne's World 2." He said simply as an explanation, but I was still slightly baffled.
"Oh." I said. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my schedule. "Do you know where the chemistry room is?" I asked.
"Yeah it's down the hall to the left and then a quick right." He offered.
"Thanks…um is it Samuel or just Sam?" I asked making sure I got things right.
"It's just Sam. And is it Santana or Santa?" We both laughed wholeheartedly and when he said he had to go in the opposite direction I waved goodbye to him. I began walking towards the chemistry room, hoping that everybody in Ohio was as strange and funny as Sam.
So maybe Ohio wasn't so bad.
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