English class is not the most fun place I could think of, listening to Mr Thomas teach... umm I don't actually know what we've been learning all semester. Shakespeare? No wait maybe it was Greek Tragedy - as you can tell I'm a great student... None of it matters though because when am I realistically going to need to know how to use a metaphor or what a sonnet is. Nope, I'm going to be a star, but first I just need to get through high school which is a lot more difficult than it sounds.
My problem? I get easily bored and I'm kind of a bitch or whatever. Well that's what other people think of me, in my opinion I'd rather be completely honest with people than blatantly lie to their faces like everyone else in this crappy town; if that makes me a bitch then fine I'm a bitch. Despite my less than cheery outlook on life I have somehow managed to place myself on top of McKinley High's social hierarchy as Head Cheerleader which basically means I'm Head Bitch in Charge.
I might not be the best person but I am a pretty good student; putting as little effort in as possible whist maintaining an above average GPA is one of my many talents. But lately the vast boredom that comes with living in a town that has a coffee shop as its greatest hotspot has become too much for me to bear. This combined with my urgent need for cash has resulted in me signing up to become a tutor for... let's just say not the brightest students at McKinley. I signed up weeks ago but got told today that I have to tutor some new girl transferring here from out of state. Could be worse though - I could have to tutor some dick I know and ultimately hate already, which as I hate the majority of the school was a likely possibility.
Miss Pillsbury who handles all this tutor stuff set up a meeting between me and this mystery girl tomorrow afternoon after school. And so I went to bed hoping for the best which was pretty much that the girl had more than 3 brain-cells and also that she wasn't annoying as hell like half the crazy bitches in this school.
The day passed as normal; cheer-leading practice before school, boring Math, boring English, boring Biology and boring History - no surprises there then. Lunch is my favourite time of the day of course except for the part where I have to pretend to be even vaguely interested in what the jocks had to say which consists mainly of fart jokes, video games and sexual conquests. I suppose though it's better than eating by myself plus they compliment me constantly which a girl can't complain about. I daydreamed through the classes until 3 o'clock when the bell rang signalling the end of school and thus time to meet mystery girl.
I reluctantly drag myself to the cafeteria where the meeting was to take place. I throw myself in the corner of the room, waiting, watching as students passed through until it reached 3.30. No more students, no more anything - on Thursdays there are no after school clubs so as mystery girl is a no show there is only me, myself and I left in the building (unless you include Wally the scruffy guy who closes up the school at night who despite the creepy lingering looks he has given me in the past is one of the few people in this place I don't despise.)
"That's it." I announce to myself, picking up my bag which contains more make-up than actual school supplies. I bounce across the room in anger, murmuring to myself not very pleasant things about mystery girl. In my apparent rage I throw myself at the swinging doors, which unfortunately swing right into the face of a blonde girl just about to enter. The blow to the face knocks the girl and her vast abundance of books to the floor - I might be a bitch but that was a total accident I swear.
The next 30 seconds consisted of a lot of "OH MY GOD" and "ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" as i try to help the girl to her feet. There's blood dripping from a cut on her brow but the girl seems too confused as to actually understand what has happened. And so I lean her against the wall as I scramble to pick up the many, many books that were thrown across the hallway. I take the blonde by the arm and lead her to the nearby bathrooms, helping her sit on the counter-top in-between the sinks whilst a series of moans escape her lips. I enter a stall to get toilet paper, hearing a loud murmur behind me saying "Ouch… that hurt like a bitch you know." I laugh and turn around "Wow she speaks?" I respond sarcastically. "Well sometimes a door to the face can put you out of it for a minute."
"Yeah sorry about that... the school is always dead this time of time, I didn't expect you to be there." I reply apologetically.
"Wrong place, wrong time i suppose. That's what people say right?" She states with a scrunched up face showing her confusion at what she had just said.
"Well I'm sorry if it means anything." I say as i approached her face with the dampened bit of toilet paper "And I'm extra sorry cause this is gonna hurt like hell." I add wiping the bloody gash on her face.
"Ouch. Ouch. OUCH." she repeats, the pain causing her to grab onto my free hand to squeeze - thus her receiving a weird look from me which she doesn't see. No one touches me like that - ever. Especially when I didn't give them the go-ahead first but I let her do it anyway, I suppose it was the least I could do after busting open her face.
"So... what are you doing here anyway?" I ask, trying to distract her from the pain.
"Umm I got lost, it's my first day here and I was meant to find my tutor in the cafeteria but I couldn't find it or her. You wouldn't happen to know someone called..." she rolls her eyes around, as if it will help retrieve the forgotten name. "...Santana Lopez." she finally blurts out.
"You have got to be kidding me!" I say a little louder than anticipated, throwing the bloody wad of paper in the bin.
"What... do you know her?" The blonde asks innocently.
"You could say that... Santana Lopez nice to meet you." I respond with a smirk as I retrieve a plaster from my bag.
"Oh... I'm sorry for being late. I get lost a lot..."
"Don't worry about it." I reply with a smile "I smacked you in the face so I think that's us even now." She responds with a quiet chuckle as I put the plaster over the clean wound.
"So do you just carry around medical supplies for fun then Santana?" she asks with a mischievous smile.
"Of course! You never know when you might meet a walking disaster like you." I smirk at her before adding "My Dad is a doctor and he kinda insists that I carry stuff like this around just in case."
"And it finally paid off!" the blonde announces full of energy, clearly no longer suffering from her injury.
"All fixed!" I respond "Do you need a lift or something to your house?" I ask as she hops off the counter and grabs her bag and books.
"I'm good thanks; my Mum will be outside waiting." she replies as we make our way out of the bathroom and towards the exit."
"So seeing as you finally know where the cafeteria is do you think you'll be able to make it there for a study session at 4 tomorrow?"
"I can try my best..." She laughs as she waves at a car to who I guess is her Mum "I'll see you tomorrow Santana." she calls to me as she bounces to the car and I climb into my own.
I sit there for a minute trying to collect my thoughts, had I actually just had a conversation with someone without thinking about the different ways I could inflict pain upon them? Actually the bigger question was had I actually just been relatively pleasant to someone... I don't know who this girl is, I don't even know her name but what I do know is that I want to get to know more of her and find out why she has me being so... so…nice.