Chapter 1 – Brittany S. Frikin Pierce.

"Hey I heard you were a wild one...ohhhh oh oh oh ohhhh"

"Why did I set that as my alarm?" I mumbled to myself. "I don't even like Flo Rida?" . This alarm meant only one thing , it was Monday morning . Monday morning at McKinley High was like submission day at Cosmopolitan Magazine . Anyone who had even a shred of a social life would be in the corridor's discussing the weekends events ; who wore what to some party , who hooked up with who in the bathroom at some club and who was found passed out in a shrub in some garden. None of this matters to me...any more. I was just focused on getting to my first class without anyone kicking my crutches , a regular occurrence within the past 3 months.

"1 more week" I told myself as I stood in the shower , too tired to properly wash myself.

When I had finally mustered up the lower body strength to drag myself into my closet , after 10 minutes of sitting butt naked on my bed , and pick out the comfiest sweater and jeans combo I could find .

I heard the familiar beep of Sam's truck outside and I knew I had no other option than to hobble out to him and let him take me to the prison camp I called school.

"Just leave me at the football field , I think I have some work to catch up on and I prefer-"

"To study out in the open because that's how God intended it?" Sam abruptly cut me off. "Santana , I'm not stupid. You've been saying this every Monday morning for the past 3 months . I know the Cheerios have practice now out on the field . It's ok kid , I know you miss it."

"Sam..." I began . "I honestly just like to do my trigonometry outdoors , fresh air helps with tricky sums" I smirked at him . "Oh and don't call me kid , you're older than me by like a week!" I said as I attempted to get out of the truck as efficiently as possible.

"One week and five days Santana , and don't you forget it" I heard him holler after me. Damn , as much as trout pout was a pain in the ass , he sure could make me laugh.

As I hobbled convincingly up onto my usual seat (7 rows up and 6 seats in) and laid out my trigonometry homework that was already complete , I heard the familiar sound of Coach Sylvester yelling like a fog horn through her loud speaker. Who ever gave that woman that speaker needed locked up , and shot , in the foot , with a nail gun , a rusty nail gun. I looked up to be met with the sight of my least favourite (and most gruelling) cheer leading formation . The 6 row pyramid finished with a T-formation salute .

Just as my eyes got to the middle of the pyramid I saw her . Brittany S. Pierce . The person I came to see every Monday morning . Brittany S. Frikin' Pierce . I watched her as she held up the Morris twins on the fourth row on the pyramid . Her muscles rippled effortlessly as she supported the weight of the two girls . How could someone be so muscular yet so damn sexy at the same time?

Let me explain . Brittany S. Pierce is heaven all bottled into one person . She moved to McKinley about 7 months ago , which meant I only had 2 months on the Cheerios with her before I had my accident. In those 2 months I managed to learn that Brittany was the hottest and sweetest girl I had ever met . Of course , I had learnt this from afar . I had never actually had a full conversation with her , but I had eavesdropped enough to know that she was amazing. Maybe when I got rid of these crutches I could actually talk to her? Laugh with her? Kiss her? Maybe even...

I was snapped out of my daze when I saw pearly whites smile at me , Brittany's pearly whites. Panic and confusion set in? Why was she smiling? Oh , probably because you were staring at her like a fat kid at a cheesecake...you idiot. What do I do? Do I smile? Did brush my teeth this morning? Did I brush my HAIR this morning? Oh god oh god do something quick or she's going to think your accident damaged more than your legs.

After what seemed like 5 minutes of deliberating what to do , I waved my crutch at her . Yes , you heard me...I WAVED MY CRUTCH.

Why? Why would you draw attention to the fact you were supposedly an invalid with no clear social skills . I pondered jumping up and shouting "Hi this is MTV and Brittany S. Pierce , you just got Punk'd" but my inner conscious told me that was not a good idea. Instead I quickly packed up my things and hobbled out of the football field and into the school building . This was going to be a long , long day.

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