A/N: Hey again! As some of you know, I recently moved countries and then got married last month so my schedule has been very crazy. I haven't been able to update through moving backwards and forwards from America and England finalizing my VISAs and whatnot but I'm finally settled now, with my partner, and have a routine. I know a new story isn't what some of you that follow Ashes to Ashes would have hoped for in terms of an update, but this is something that is very special to me. It's based on something that I played out on Tumblr a few years ago and I really wanted to do it justice in a fic and give it the ending it deserved through a (hopeful) trilogy.
I will update Ashes to Ashes once I get back into the swing of things. I find historical writing very difficult but I have high hopes to see that story through to the very (tragic) end. I hope you enjoy the start of something new – Shiix .ox
About: Being McKinleys baddest skank was the easiest thing in the world for Brittany Pierce, but falling in love with the lamest little lesbian nerd seemed to be the biggest middle finger the universe could have sent her. Badass!Brittany x Nerd!Santana
Chapter 1: They Say I'm Dangerous
I would say it was hard to have such an infamous reputation, but I'd be lying.
I was only a junior, but no one would have guessed as much with my fearsome reputation. Everyone within and even outside the walls of this stupid school knew that I was a nasty piece of work. Ever since the first rumors started going around in freshman year that I was sleeping around, doing drugs and beat up anyone who would get in my way made me untouchable ever since. Maybe it was something to do with how everyone at McKinley just liked to 'fit in' or get on with their classes so they could get out of Lima – but they all sucked. So what if I got bad grades, my friends would rather punch each other than be a shoulder to cry on or my parents hated me. I got everything I wanted just by seeing the fear in the eyes of the people who dared to open their mouths in front of me.
Being an asshole was the easiest thing in the world for me.
"You got the stuff, Pierce?" Noah Puckerman grunted as he knocked his shoulder against mine when he caught up with me in the corridor. He was an idiot with more brains in his dick than between his ears, but he was the closest thing I had to a best friend. He made the unfortunate mistake of shoving me on our way into homeroom during our first day at McKinley and I punched him square in the face, landing the both of us in detention. For some reason, he still wanted to hang around me after that. I needed someone to hold me back from too many fights and say what you want about him, but he was decent company.. Both in and out of bed.
"Why else would I have texted you to come meet me under the bleachers?" I rolled my eyes at him. "Like we do anything else here other than smoke with the guys and throw shit at the Cheerios."
I wouldn't say that he was my only friend. There were a few of us that stuck together.. Or more so, a few other skanks that followed me around. A queen needed her minions, after all. With a quick glance behind me, I wasn't surprised to see Sugar and Joe trailing behind the both of us.
Sugar was probably quite honestly the most annoying person I had ever met, but she worshipped the ground I walked on. When Puck and I first decided to stop throwing her in dumpsters and dragged her into our hell raising, it was actually amusing to send her to do our dirty work for a while. There was something about taking advantage of a rich, naïve girl like her kind of gratifying. Either way, he were stuck with her now. It wasn't all bad, but boy, did I want to punch her sometimes.
Joe, on the other hand, just kind of went along with whatever we did. He wasn't exactly a violent guy but he smoked weed like a chimney. Between Puck and I (and Sugars' non-stop talking), he was a welcome sense of calm.. Especially when we got high.
Sometimes I wondered why they followed me around like a group of homeless puppies, but as the school hallway parted like the red sea to avoid me shoving them into lockers as I went – I remembered.
I was freaking untouchable.
Slamming my way through the doors to the back of the school, I smirked to herself as I spotted a loitering group of nerds standing in a huddle, looking as though they were reading through some comics or something equally as disgusting. Shooting a glance to, Puck, I knew in just an instant that he was thinking exactly on the same wavelength as I was. After all, it was our duty to the school to keep the nerds in their place. And that place was kicked down to the bottom, with their face in the dirt.
"Whaddup, nerds. Y'all got yourselves out here by the dumpsters all on your own just to make our lives easier." I sneered as we cornered them. This was always one of my favorite parts of the day. Something about seeing the dear in their little eyes as we approached them let me know that I was doing my job right.
Though they cowered, the nerds knew just as well as we did that there was no point in running away. This routine was probably as well practiced as the stupid cheerleading routines McKinley was known for. It happened every day, in the same place, more or less at the same time. Honestly, they should have learned by now not to come out here at all – but someone told me once that it was the only place on campus with phone signal strong enough for them to play their stupid little lame internet games.
They brought it on themselves for being so stereotypically dorky.
After cracking my knuckles, the sound alone enough to make the nerds flinch, I took hold of the closest one of the group. Black hair, thick glasses, tanned skin and baggy, nerdy clothes.. She was one I actually recognized from my homeroom, but I couldn't remember her name. She didn't matter to me that much. I could feel the way she trembled in my arms, her wrists small and fragile enough for me to wrap my whole hand around them with ease. I had hardly even done anything to her, and she already felt like she was about to faint.
Hilarious.
"Good girl," I sneered, dragging her over to the huge metal container. I wasn't really sure who came up with the idea of dumpster diving, but it seemed pretty fitting to but the trash out properly. No one cared about these losers – except for the teachers they were adamant about ass-licking.
It took almost no effort at all to lift the girl from the floor and tipping her own the edge with a small grunt. I had always been pretty lean and strong but fighting only built up my muscle mass. I swear, if McKinley was cool enough to have a fight club, I would have been their bead bitch.
Wiping my hands clean from the nerdy filth, I watched as Puck and Sugar dealt with the other two – a gay guy and some Asian chick who were also from our homeroom. It was an easy job – almost too easy that it was tiptoeing on the edge of boredom. Joe, who never really participated in helping us, often asked me why we still bothered but the answer was pretty simple.
Everyone in this place had to know where they stood.
We, as the skanks, were the most feared clique. No one got in our way or started a fight with us. The few times they had tried to, we soon nipped it in the bud. Dumpster trashing, locker shoving and foul, verbal assaults were just a few of many ways that we kept our place in the school.
The Cheerios were probably (and annoyingly) our closest competition. Rachel Berry and her band of air headed bimbos liked to show how 'badass' they were by throwing slushies at people whenever they felt like it. I can think of a million objects that could be used as a weapon, but a cup of icy drink was definitely not one of them. They were imbeciles and my fingers were practically itching to wrap themselves around Berry's throat. The jocks weren't even a blip on my radar and the nerds.. Well, they were just about as low as they could be in terms of the social pyramid.
"We sure showed them who rule the school, right, Britt?" Sugar chirped, padding along behind me as we turned our way to get under the bleachers. Sure, call it stereotypical, but it was the only place in school we could smoke. It was an unspoken rule.
"Yeah, Sugs, whatever you say," I grumbled as I reached into my pocket for my tobacco tin, pulling out a pre-rolled joint and perching it between my lips. I had never really been all that talkative, so people just assumed I was numb to most human emotions and that suited me just fine. It wasn't so much that I was numb – I just couldn't really give a crap.
"I don't know, Lezpez probably enjoyed having B's hands all over her," Puck chuckled, shooting me one of his signature smirks, everyone else chuckling along with him. "It's not like she's getting any other action,"
"What the fuck are you talking about, Fuckerman?" I furrowed by brow at him before sparking up the joint. After taking three long drags, I handed it over to him, letting the smoke trickle deliciously from my pierced lips.
"The Hispanic chick from homeroom. She's a lady lover apparently,"
"You probably think everyone is a lesbian for your own disgusting fantasies," I grimaced at his dirty smirk, watching as he passed the joint over to Joe.
"I'm pretty sure everyone knows she is, dude." Joe shrugged before taking a hit. Puck's observations is usually one I ignore, especially when it has to do with lesbians. The guy spent half of sophomore year trying to convince me to have a threesome with him and some other bitch he was sleeping with. As much as I liked sex, getting it on with another girl was really not something I'd be able to stomach. Honestly, Puck was a lot to stomach at times but he was an easy lay. Joe, on the other hand, seemed to weirdly know everything about anyone. If he ever said he was sure about something, then it was probably pretty legit. They do say to always look out for the quiet ones.
"Well, whatever," I rolled my eyes, watching as Sugar declined the joint before Joe handed it back to me. I didn't really give a crap whether she'd smoke or not, but sometimes I wished she did. Maybe then she'd chill out a little. "At least she'll have something to get off on tonight. S'not like anyone is gonna touch something like that,"
"I don't know. I think she could be kinda cute if she changed into some nicer clothes and got contacts," Sugar shrugged, making me wish (yet again), that she took a hit.
"Oh yeah? Why don't you fuck her then?" I quipped, taking my last drag before stomping on the burned out joint to kill it. By the way Sugars' mouth snapped shut and the boys snorted, the conversation was over. Thank God. The last thing I wanted to do in my free time was to talk about McKinley scum.
Lifting the snapback off my head for just a moment to run my fingers through my blonde hair, I let out a low sigh as I let my eyes pierce flicker back to the school – just visible through the metal slats of the bleachers.
I hated school. Honestly, I wasn't really all that sure why I was here anymore. It's not like I had parents to force me to go in every day, but it was a little more complicated than just dropping out. Apparently, if I stopped going, the school police or whoever the hell they were would come sticking their nose in where they didn't belong. The last thing I needed in my life was to get shipped off somewhere once they found I was living alone. I liked it here… Kind of. I had a shitty apartment, I had a job at a mechanic shop I loved and as much as I liked to act like I hated them – I did have some friends.
I might have been a Lima Loser, but I made it work.
"Let's go back before Puck gets a boner thinking about me fucking more nerds," I smirked, shoving my hands in the pockets of my skinny jeans as we trailed our way back to the school. At least it would be more tolerable with a smooth sense of calm rippling under my skin. My eyes felt heavy, so perhaps I could catch up on sleep with a much needed nap during homeroom.
Maybe the lesbian would still be covered in trash.
