I'm taking a break from my other story, and I came up with this one. Sorry, I have a bit of writer's block with Open Your Eyes - but I promise I'll post soon for that one. This one is less emotional - kinda. No cutting involved so that's a plus!
Anyway, this one flip-flops POV's between San and Britt. This includes HBIC!Santana and Badass!Brittany
Yeah, Britt being a !Badass is popular apparently so I decided to give it a go :3
So, without further delay, Enjoy my latest story No Way out! And don't forget to R&R
Santana's POV
I didn't ask for this. I didn't want any of this! It's not my fault! But I'm in so deep, there's no way out.
My name is Santana Lopez. I'm the HBIC of William McKinley Highschool in Lima, Ohio. I have a pretty good life, I guess you could say. My dad is a famous surgeon, my mom is the CEO of a company, and I'm head captain of the Cheerios. I'm dating local "bad boy" Noah "Puck" Puckerman and I have the whole football team and the Cheerios wrapped around my finger. Pretty good right? Wrong.
There's this irritating blonde who's competing with me for running the school, and it's pissing me off. Her name is Brittany Pierce – the "bad girl" of the school. She always wears this stupid leather jacket and rides this hideous motorcycle and she thinks she's so fucking cool but she's not! She's got this I-don't-give-a-single-fuck attitude about her that everybody respects. She's in all of my classes, too. So I walk in the hall, and bam there's Brittany, I walk into English, and bam there's Brittany, I walk in to Gym, and guess what? There's Brittany!
She's also the biggest slut in the school – and that's coming from me. Sure, I've had sex with every guy on the football team, but she's done just that, and more. She's bi. So she's had sex with every guy and girl she could get her slutty little hands on. To make matters worse – she's trying to lay every Cheerio. I've told my girls to stay away from her, but five have already admitted to falling into her arms! She's like a plague! Everybody she touches, she has sex with – she calls it "Brittany's Touch". They say you never know what the touch is, but it happens anyway. It could be as simple as a touch on the shoulder, or even a brush on the arm in the hallway. Either way – it happens, then she seduces you, then you wake up one morning alone in your bed. Yeah. Alone. My best friend Quinn had cried pretty hard about that when it happened to her.
Anyway, I'm in really deep shit.
It all started a month ago – crazy, isn't it? How in such a short amount of time my life could change completely – and it all began with one message.
I was sitting on my laptop, on facebook, when I got it. I was supposed to be doing homework, but fuck that. Suddenly, that familiar chatbox opened up.
Puckasaurus Puckerman: We need a break.
What?! I gulped audibly.
Santana Snix Lopez: What? Hell no!
Puckasaurus Puckerman: Sorry. Puckasaurus Puckerman is offline.
What was happening? Why?
I got up and almost fell on my face. "Shit!" I spat.
"Mija! No cursing!" My mom yelled from downstairs.
"Lo siento, mamá!" I replied, standing back up and leaning on my bed for support.
Why was Puck breaking up with me? We had a deal! He could sleep with whomever, and I could sleep with whomever – it was a perfect deal! Suddenly the room started spinning and I sat down on my fluffy mattress.
Okay, deep breaths, Santana. Maybe he wants another blow job – yeah, that's it. He just needs some Lopez Lovin'.
I went downstairs and grabbed my car keys.
"Mija? Where are you going? It's eight on a school night!" Mom looked at me with her eyes squinted accusingly from the couch.
"Sorry, mama, I have to go. I'll be back in an hour. I promise." I slammed the front door shut and sped to Puck's house.
I pounded hard on the door until the familiar tall, tan jock appeared.
"San?" He looked tired. "What're you doin' here?"
"I'm here to discuss some things. Can I come in?" I asked, shoving him aside seductively, walking into the living room.
"What things?" He shut the door and sat down beside me on the couch, where I was puffing my breasts out of my already too-tight top.
"You know, things like why you're breaking up with me. And how we can fix them." I winked.
"I'm breaking up with you because all you want is sex." He replied simply, gulping audibly.
"So do you!"
"No, I don't! San, I want romance. I want to be able to know you're mine and only mine. Not somebody else's every night." He sighed frustratedly. "I love you, Santana. And I don't want you to sleep with any other guy or make out with any girl during parties or-"
"Wait! Do what at parties?" I cut him off.
He didn't look surprised I stopped him. "You didn't know, did you? All the time at parties, you grab some girl and start getting' your mack on."
I scoffed. "Bull shit."
"I swear to God, you totally have." He sighed again. "But that's not the point here, the point is, I love you, and I want to actually date you."
I stood up. "Puck, we talked about this. We used each other for sex and reputation. That's all."
He flinched. "But that doesn't mean I can't love you."
"Yeah, it does." I turned away from him. "You just need some action from another girl, besides me."
He laughed a cold, harsh laugh that made me cringe. "Jesus fucking Christ don't you listen?! I'm in love with you and all you care about is sex and reputation! That's all I ever hear about is sex and reputation and I'm sick of it!" He slammed his fist on something – I assumed his coffee table. "You're nothing but a cold hearted bitch! One day you'll see! One day everybody who follows you is gonna turn against you, and then you'll see. You'll see how much of a real bitch you've been, and you'll be sorry."
I flipped around and snarled, "You're no better than I am! You don't know what love is!"
"At least I can admit how I feel!"
"I can admit how I feel!"
"Then how come you won't admit you're into girls!" He spat.
Everything froze, then. Everything was silent. Not one sound.
Finally, I managed to speak. But it came out confused and angry instead of calm and questioning. "What do you mean? I'm not into girls!"
"That's what I mean! You never look at me or any guys the way you look at girls. You drool over them more than I do – and that says something!" He snorted coldly. "And you have to get drunk with guys to have sex with them! You think I never noticed?"
"I don't need to be drunk!"
"Yeah, you do! And when you make out with girls, it's easy to see that you're not one bit hesitant!"
I started shaking with fury. "Shut your fucking mouth, Puckerman, before I shut it for you!" I snapped.
"That's what I'm talking about! Just admit it! You're a lesbian and a straight-up bit-" I punched his jaw before he could finish.
"Just shut the fuck up!" I snarled, forcing my whole body on him. Hot tears poured down my cheeks as I shoved away from him and out the front door. I leaped into my car and sped off, not caring where I was going.
I just had to go. Get away. I wasn't gay. That's not who I am... right?
Brittany's POV
"Get the fuck out of my house!" He snarled, his arm raised.
"Fuck off!" I spat, flipping him off as I ran to my mother.
He yanked me back my my collar and hit me hard across the head.
"Get the fuck off of me you drunk bastard!" I fought hard against his grip.
He shoved me towards the door and kicked me out of the doorway.
"Come back when you learn some respect!" He growled, spitting on me. He slammed the door shut loudly and I looked around our shitty apartment hallway. Nobody was around. Good. I didn't want them to see me like this... like a beaten puppy.
I walked down the stairwell and out to our parkinglot. Good thing I grabbed my keys before that ass hole kicked me out.
My stepdad isn't the nicest person, obviously. He beats me and my mom up, but our ass hole neighbors never do anything about it. Shows how much people care.
I hopped on my Harley and drove onto the oh-so-not-busy streets of Lima, Ohio towards my favorite park.
Finally. A place to clear my head. I pulled up into the small lot and sat down on a swing, swaying myself gently.
I missed my dad. I still remember the day he died like it was yesterday. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I remembered how bloody the body was when they-
"Pierce?" A familiar voice murmured from behind me. I jumped clean off the swing and flat into the ground with a little yelp.
A quiet chuckle eminated in the same tone as soft hands helped me stand, brushing off my shoulders as I swept the dirt off my hands and legs.
I looked up to see who I'd never in my lifetime expect to be in this part of town and helping me up.
Santana Lopez, the saucy Latina was head of the Cheerios and the one person who might hate me more than my stepdad. Her small build was shaking with what looked like anger and she looked more pissed off than she sounded.
"Lopez." I bit my lip. "What're you doin' here?"
"Why are you crying?" Her whole body language went from royally pissed to what seemed like... concern?
I gulped audibly. "I-I'm not c-crying..."
Instinctively, my hand reached up and felt my cheek. Sure enough, when I pulled back, it was wet with tears.
A choked back a sob, making my whole body shake.
Small arms wrapped around me, pulling me into an embrace.
What was going on? What the hell was wrong with her? One deep breath and I knew instantly. She was drunk off her ass!
"Shit, Lopez, you're hammered." I pulled back with a sniff/laugh to see the Latina herself crying.
"He's such." Sniff. "A." Sniff. "Jerk!" She sobbed.
Oh right! I forgot! She was the emotional drunk! Last time at a Puckerman party, she got so drunk she cried because the lamp turned off and she thought it was dead. Priceless.
Feeling bad, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me, where she sobbed harshly into my hair.
"Shh, it's okay." I pat her head soothingly. "What happened?"
"P-Puck b-broke up with me."
"Why?"
"He-he said he l-loved me and that I was an e-emotionless b-bitch wh-who was a l-les-bian!" She cried harder, her sobs shaking her whole body up and down.
Shit. Crying Santana is annoying. But... wait... she was a lesbian?!
"I-It's okay." I murmured softly.
"I-I'm n-not g-gay right?" She pulled away from me.
For the first time in my life, I saw something in her eyes – something Puck had actually broken up with her for not having – emotion. So much emotion it made my heart ache. Confusion, anger, and sadness swirled in those mocha eyes.
"I-I don't know. Are you attracted to girls?" I asked, my voice a little higher pitched than usual due to the aching pain in my chest.
"S-Sometimes I-I feel like they're b-better th-than guys." She sniffled. "Oh g-god I'm a h-huge dyke!"
She jammed her face in my neck again and burst into more tears.
Oh my god. Oh my god! Santana Lopez is gay! No, no she's just drunk. But a drunk man's words are an honest man's thoughts, right?!
Holy shit!
"It's okay, you're just confused." I soothed.
She pulled away again, and her brown eyes searched mine.
"C-Can you do me a favor?" She asked suddenly.
"Sure, as long as I can crash at your place." I replied, not only glad that she stopped crying, but also that I didn't have to sleep on a park bench for a couple of days.
"Deal." We shook hands, but I had to keep her steady because she was really drunk. "Now, here's the plan..."
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