Title: Darling, You'll Be Okay
Rating: M
Summary: You let out a deep sigh as you pull your jacket closer to your body because the air seems to have gotten colder since she went back inside. You're not too sure of what exactly just happened, but you're pretty sure that you somewhat made a friend. Girl-Peen.
Disclaimers: This story is loosely based off of The Perks Of Being A Wallflower AND the song Mine (which Naya Rivera rocked). I own no characters, except for the ones I create. Nor should I have credit for some of the similarities between the two things stated above.
Starting a new schools sucks, especially when you have absolutely no friends because the only friend you had has since passed on from this world. You walk through the hallways, clutching onto the messenger bag hanging over your shoulder, trying to dodge all of the bodies in the sea of unfamiliar faces. A few kids snicker at you as a boy hits your shoulder, causing your glasses to fall to the tip of your nose. You sigh heavily before pushing them back up to the bridge of your nose.
You're used to this; being picked on everywhere you go. It's not that you're unattractive or anything; you're actually really gorgeous; but it's the fact that you have 'loner' written across your forehead.
Some people at this new school know about your past. Some of the kids know what you did that got yourself landed in this new shithole of a learning facility. You assume that is why everyone is giving you the weird looks, whispering silently to each other as you continue walking down the hallway.
You were 14 when all of this started. Actually, scratch that, it technically started with the day you were born. A beautiful girl, weighing in at six pounds, and you were about 15 inches tall. But there was one distinct difference that played a big part on your life. You had some extra anatomy below the waist. Your parents treated you the same as your brother and sister. Okay, maybe they didn't, but they were at least trying to be understanding of you. Anyway, at the age of 14, a jock pants you in the middle of the entire school and everyone found out about the secret you tried so desperately to hide. You made it to your junior year thanks to a girl named Molly. She was a senior and had been the only one at the school who was accepting of you and your extra part; but more importantly, she was your friend and that was enough to get you through being tormented and being the butt of everyone's joke. A few weeks before her graduation, Molly was killed in a car accident and your only friend was now gone. You mourned for days, trying to tell your parents you weren't going to school because everyone was going to be after you. They didn't listen and by the last day of your junior year, you had been so fed up with how they were treating you that that you punched Billy, the boy who had pants you your freshman year so hard that your knuckles were bruised for two weeks. After that occurred and being expelled from the school, your parents sent you away after that to this new school in the city, figuring that the city people may be more open to your 'condition' and accept you for who you were. You only hoped people just didn't pay attention to you.
You sigh loudly, trying to drain out your thoughts, before you hook the corner and enter your first class. You groan when you realize that there are no seats in the back of the class, so you can't get away with sulking in the back. You choose a spot in the front, hearing the popular kids in the back mutter things like 'loser' and 'nerd'. You brush them off as the teacher enters the classroom. Your teacher smiles widely at you and you're wondering why; until you realize that you are the only person sitting in the front of the room.
Really? You think as you look around the room at all of the other students, who just glare back at you until you turn your head to face the front. Of course.
The bell rings, signaling that class is now in session and your teacher goes over your syllabus for the rest of the semester.
A few kids groan and complain when they realize how much coursework they will actually have to do and you just sit there and smile at the paper; because you realize with this much stuff to do, you'll never have time to think about what happened recently.
And that is exactly what you need.
/
The rest of the day drags on and by 3 PM, you're happy that it's over. You're pretty sure the entire school knows about your arrival by this point; they're probably off making comments about how messed up of a person you are and how you have no friends, especially during your senior year. The looks never stopped the entire day and you were surprised that by the last bell, you hadn't punched someone in the face.
Because you seriously would have love to do that to some of those football jocks that kept calling your names in the cafeteria around lunch time, and also to that boy who ripped up your book, walking down the hallway. But like always, you just shrugged it off because all you wanted to do was get through the rest of the school year without having to transfer, yet again.
You walk down the street towards a small diner that you discovered a few weeks ago when you moved here. You are instantly greeted by the hostess who knows you and you offer a small smile back to her and she seats you in the corner, your favorite spot, and tells you that a waitress will be with you soon. You sit down and skim over the menu, not that you actually eat anything here; you sit here and read all night long, sipping on whatever drink you decide you want.
The waitress appears shortly and when you stare up at her, you swear to God that your breathing hitched a bit. She's extremely gorgeous and when she smiles at you, you swear that you died and went to heaven. Her hair was the perfect length, tied into a ponytail. Her skin was absolutely flawless and you can't help but stare. But you'd better stop staring now before she thinks you're a freak.
"Hey, welcome to Frank's! Can I get you something to drink?" The girl asks, not bothering to pull out her writing pad.
You gulp before nodding your head slowly, "Yeah, I'll uhm, I'll just take a coffee."
"One coffee coming right up," She says with a smile before walking off towards the kitchen.
You wonder why you've never seen her here before. You've lived here since the summer and you come here quite often, but you haven't seen her yet.
She comes back with a coffee and sets it down with the coffee pot in front of you.
"What can I get started for you?" She asks sweetly.
"Uh, the coffee is fine. Thanks." You reply shyly, kind of ducking your head so you're not blatantly staring at her.
"You sure? Not even like a plate of fries?" She furrows her brow and waits for your response.
"No, I think I'm good." You say, shrugging your shoulders.
"Okay, well let me know if you need anything." She smiles at you before walking off, looking over her shoulder before she enters the kitchen.
You exhale loudly, silently cursing yourself for not getting anything because as soon as she's in the kitchen, you instantly wish she was still at the table. You brush it off, pulling out a book and start reading, sipping on your coffee every so often.
/
Five chapters later and you're getting extremely tired so you decide to call it a night. Your waitress set down your check about an hour ago, after you reassured her you didn't want anything else. She told you that if you changed her mind to let her know and she would be more than happy to get you something.
You threw a ten dollar bill on the table, even though your coffee was only a couple of bucks because let's face it, you were sitting there for a good three hours and your waitress was extremely nice (and attractive).
You pick up your stuff and head outside, and start heading towards the sidewalk. When you turn the corner, you bump into a body and hear an 'oof' leave the stranger's mouth.
"I'm so sorry," You repeat over and over again. "I need to pay better attention."
"It's okay," the voice speaks and you soon realize you just ran into the girl who was waiting on you. "I wasn't paying attention either." She smiles at you. "My name is Santana." She says as she extends her hand out to meet you.
"Brittany," You reply, your hand making contact with hers, firmly shaking it.
"Nice to meet you, Brittany," She replies and you're pretty sure you melt inside because the way she smiles at you is so sincere; and even though you're not used to strangers smiling at you, you like it.
"You as well," You finally let your grip loosen on her hand she drop yours back to your side.
"You don't talk much, do you?" She asks curiously. You shake your head.
"I'm not someone many people like getting involved with." You shrug, "I've got a messy past."
"Don't we all?" Santana puts her hand on your shoulder, "Well, if you ever need a friend or someone to talk to… you know where to find me." She nods her head towards the building.
"Thanks, and no offense to you or anything because it's not you, it's me… but I hardly doubt you'd stick around that long. No one ever does." Your eyes fall to the ground as you think about Molly; the only person who did stick around and now she's gone. You sigh loudly.
"You'd be surprised." She says with comfort lacing her voice, making you look up at her at the words that have just left her mouth, "I'm not like other people. But I've got to get back to work… so it was nice meeting you, Brittany. I'm sure I'll see you again. And who knows, maybe I'll stick around." She smiles one last time before brushing past you and heading back into the diner.
You let out a deep sigh as you pull your jacket closer to your body because the air seems to have gotten colder since she went back inside. You're not too sure of what exactly just happened, but you're pretty sure that you somewhat made a friend.
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