A/N: Wow. It only took me nine months to finish this.
I slammed my backpack on the kitchen table, my run-in with Brittany an hour earlier still fresh in my mind. Brittany. That stupid, blonde cheerleader that I was best friends with; the one I couldn't stop thinking about.
Swearing under my breath, I kicked the trashcan, causing the lid to fall to the floor with a deafening crash. "Santana!" Mom flew into the room. "Are you alright?"
I rolled my eyes. "Fine Mom."
"What happened?"
"I accidentally knocked the trashcan lid onto the floor."
She studied me. "You kicked it again, didn't you?" I rolled my eyes again as she walked over to me, gently placing her hands on my shoulders. "Honey, we talked about this—."
"You just don't get it, do you?" I swatted her hands away. "Leave me alone! I've had a shitty day!"
"But—"
"Leave me ALONE!" I shrieked, running for the safety of my room.
"Santana!"
I raced down the hall, running into my room and slamming the door behind me. I leaned against it, breathing hard.
"Santana Lopez, you open up this door right now young lady!"
"Go away!" I sank to the floor, resting my head in my hands as a tear trickled down my cheek.
"Santana…" Mom's voice was gentle this time. I pinched the bridge of my nose, taking a shuddering breath as her footsteps faded down the hall.
"Brittany…" I sighed; I didn't like feeling this way. About her; it was scary. "I have to find a way to get back at her for making me feel this way." I jumped up, rummaging around in my desk for a pen and paper. After finally finding them, I sat down, making a list. She didn't know it yet, but starting tomorrow, I was going to make her life hell.