One year ago.
"I dunno, Puck. She's just..."
"Special?" he finishes for me. I smile bashfully.
"Well... yeah, basically. I mean, I've never met anyone like her before. I think I'm in love with her, Puck." The goofiest smile spreads across my face.
"Look, San. If you really love Rachel, then you've gotta break up with Mark."
I sigh. "I know, but he's such a sweet guy."
He scoffs playfully. "Yeah, a sweet guy that you cheated on." I hit his arm hard enough to make him whimper.
"I didn't cheat. I didn't let Finn kiss me when he tried to. I do have a conscience, you know. It was just nice to have someone there since Mark lives on practically the other side of Lima. And you're one to talk, Mr. One-Woman-Is-Never-Enough." He laughs, although he's obviously still recovering from the blow.
"Hey, you can't cage Puckzilla. Once he's out and on the prowl, he can't be tamed."
"Oh, really? Cause to me, Puckzilla seems kinda like a pussy. And quite frankly, I think he should be treated like one." I reach in my bag's side pocket and produce a small water gun that I had bought for a dollar on the way to school and, despite the fact that we're in a busy hallway, spray him. We both laugh and he soon has me in the corner spraying me with the gun. In all our fun, we don't notice the fact that Mr. Harrison is coming towards us with his perpetually angry demeanor. Then again, if I was stuck teaching the freshmen algebra every year, I'd be angry, too.
"Santana! Noah! What do you think you're doing?" Even though he's mad and possibly about to send us to the dean, we're still laughing.
"God, Mr. H. It's just water. No big deal," I speak up. The teacher looks from him to me, then back to him. I can practically see that he's considering whether or not he cares enough to do anything further.
"Give me the water gun." I roll my eyes and hesitantly hand it over. I didn't have it for long, but I was already attached to it. Sigh.
"Bummer," Puck says simply and pulls me out of the corner. We continue walking to our English class. As we walk, we pass a room where a blonde woman had obviously been watching what happened. Her expression remained stoic as we continued to look at one another curiously. I could tell she disapproved of what Puck and I were doing. I could also tell that she disapproved of my personality, from what she's seen, entirely. I can tell all this from the way she's looking at me. I wonder what else she thinks about me. Of course, I didn't get the chance to find out. I didn't see her again for the rest of that school year.
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