Santana Maria Lopez walked in a normal New York alleyway, dead end. Her blood-red lipstick curled into a sneaky smile, showing her perfect white teeth. The jet-black hair, curled into perfect position, complimented the manicure with black nails that brushed the brick wall as she sniffed it. It smelled of New York, a combination of drugs, urine, smoke, rats, and dumpster. As her red 5 inch heels clicked against the concrete, a scruffy man's shoes joined her, holding a bouquet of blood-red roses, complimented her tight dress that stopped mid-thigh.
"I got these for you miss, cause you so pretty." He purred in broken English, as Santana batted her mascara-ridden eyelashes, as her brown eyes darted to another man creeping up behind her. She cooed at the flowers, looking up innocently at the man, as she smashed her heel into the man's stomach, hard, and grabbed the pocket knife from her bra, and pressed it against the man's 5 o'clock shadow.
"Move." She commanded, as she reached into the man's pocket pulling a wallet out, and shoving the wallet back into her lacy red bra, as the drunken man staggered in shock, as Santana smiled evily to herself, at her success, making her way to her luxurious apartment.
Little did she know that a young girl, around her age of 24 watched in her beat-up black denim jeans, heel boots that went up to her knee's, black tank top, and a blue tie hanging loosely. She's been following this girl around lately, gathering snippits of info. So far, all she's known her name, apartment w/ room number, and that she makes herself beautiful, to break guys hearts.
Most importantly, Brittany S. Peirce loved her.
She ran, following her, and after years of dancing, her heels were as silent as ballet shoes tip-toeing across the room. She whipped around a corner her tangled dirty-blond hair hitting the brick wall, as Santana turned around quickly to see who was following her. Finally she stopped as Santana entered the apartment complex, knowing that she was going up to Apartment 13 C.
Afterwards, Brittany S. Peirce turned around, and ran back to her apartment, not knowing that Santana Maria Lopez spied the girl from her apartment, before throwing a cigarette on the street, that had a hint of blood-red lipstick on it.
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