CHAPTER 1

Brittany breathed out a sigh before averting here gaze from the couple who are having a PDA session inside the UCLA campus. She turned her sight to another direction but it seems like fate is messing with her because she then saw another couple kissing their brains out. It made her groan. Why does it feels like that they are ghosts that's chasing after her? Scornful, she stood up from the bench and went to the ladies' room. She looked at her own reflection in front of the big mirror.

I am Brittany S. Pierce - no, not Britney Spears. I'm totally better than her... I guess. Uh, no. I'm sure. yeah. Anyways, I'm a certified NBSB, because I never had a boyfriend since birth. Well, in my case, a boyfriend nor a girlfriend. I'm a bicorn. In my 20 years of existence, I never ever experienced anything when it comes to love.

"Well, I don't look so bad... I even think I look quite beautiful," she whispered to herself. She has this long golden locks, just look so soft and smooth. Others even thought her hair is the product of what beauty salons do but the truth is, she got that from her mom. Well, she also has nice nose... has this sparkling ocean deep blue cat-like eyes, and those pink thin lips. Her eyes and her lips are two of her assests, so to speak. Especially her eyes, it just highlights and lightens up her whole look.

When she got contented examining her own face, she focused next to her body. She twirled around the big mirror and nodded at her own reflection. Well, all she could say that her body is smokin'. She has toned muscles... she even has abs! Her body is perfect shaped and well, fit. Thanks to her love of dance. She has always loved dancing ever since she was a kid up until now. She took dance lessons ever since she was three and now, she's majoring in dance in this university. She dances on her free time, and well, just anytime she feels like dancing. It is basically her life - dancing and music. Well anyways, the point is, she's sexy. But it seems like nobody even takes the time to notice her.

But well, it's not actually true. It's not true that no one likes her. In fact, she gots tons of admirers crawling under her feet. Who wouldn't? She possessed the kind of beauty that any woman would want to have. Good looking men and even women - not to mention that they are rich - are dying to get her attention, but she is not attracted to even one of them. She sighed. Of course, she knows the reason why. She is a hopeless romantic. If ever she enters a relationship, she has to be in love with that person. The type weherein this person could make her heart go wild everytime he or she smiles at her, or this person will be the very last person to enter her mind before she goes to sleep or the very first one when she wakes up in the morning. She wanted a Prince or Princess Charming who could make her swoon and make her heart beat faster everytime he or she looked at her. She doesn't want to enter a relationship just because she's pressured or just because want to experience having a boyfriend or a girlfriend. She doesn't ask for a celebrity or whatever. She doesn't even have standards when it comes to the physical attributes of a person. As long as she feels that she love him or her, then that's it.

Is it too much to ask? Sometimes, she thinks that this Prince or Princess Charming thing isn't real, that it's just a figment of her imagination. That it seems like happy ever after only happens in books... fairy tales. She just shook her head. The things that are running in her mind already confuses her like, a whole lot. well, it's best if she just walks out the bathroom before someone sees her talking to herself and they would think that this transferee student of the UCLA is loosing her mind. In addition, who knows, she might find the love she's looking for at this school.

I hope so.

Clutching her books to her chest, she went out of the ladies room. Her phone rang inside her bag. She immediately opened her bag so she can grab her phone to answer it. It might be her sibling that's in Spain who is calling her. She was about to pull her phone out when someone literally bumped into her, the reason why she lost her balance and her books just flew everywhere scattered around the floor. Luckily, the person who bumped into her has good reflexes and held onto her before she actually fell. Anger immediately bubbled in the pit of her stomach when the guy just turned his back after he helped her up. He didn't even apologize or helped her pick up her books.

Who does he even think is he?!

She took off her shoes and threw it at the back of the guy. It hit the back of the guy, making him stop from his tracks and walk back towards her with furrowed brows. Well, she actually noticed that this one is good looking, but she's more pissed than to dwell into that stuff. She faced the guy with her head held high. She will definitely not back down from him.

"You just threw your shoes at me," he said. Amusement could be seen in his eyes despite of his furroed brows.

She raised her brow at him. "I did. You're rude and arrogant. Who do you think you are? You didn't even help me pick my books up nor did apologize to me, since it's obvious that you're the one who bumped into me."

"I'm Noah Puckerman. Call me 'Puck'," the guy with a mohawk or what seemed like a dead squirrel on his head said. "For your info, missy, you are the one who bumped into me. You were not looking where you're going." Then a smug smile creeped up to his face and said, "or is that your way of getting my attention?"

She feels like her head just grew bigger than a balloon upon hearing what he said. She scoffed. Did she hear what she think she actually heard? That she, Brittany S. Pierce, purposely bumped into him to get his attention? Putting her hands on her hips, "are you really serious right now? Why would I even try to get your attention?" This guy is just so full of himself. She had a stare down with the guy for a couple of seconds before picking up her books and purposely bumping into his shoulder before walking off pass him. Well, thank goodness it's the weekend. She won't see him for the next two days because if not, she doesn't know what else she could possible throw at him.

Monday.

Brittany was walking down past the hallway of the university when she was suddenly stopped along her tacks by a student. He was extending his arms open at his sides making sure that she could not get through. The student almost seemed like he lived in the library or something just based on the thick eyeglasses he's wearing. He brought down his arms and scratched the back of his head. Like, he was thinking of a way to tell her what he wants to say.

She raised a brow at him and asked, "what?"

The student-living-in-the-library-because-of-thick-gla sses guy cleared his throat before dropping his down and said. "Miss Pierce, please come with me. Santana Marie Lopez wants to meet you."

Her brow arched upward. "Excuse me? Someone wants to meet me and I have to be the one to go to this person?" She can't believe what she's hearing right now. Who ever this person might be, it's just very displeasing. "Who is this Santana Lopez anyway?"

The poor guy seemed shock and his eyes turned wide. "A-a-are y-you s-su-sure you d-don't know S-Santana Marie Lopez?" he asked which made her furrow her brows. "Why? Do I have to know every student in this whole university? And most especially this Lopez one, whoever this person is?" she retorted. She then walk passed him.

"P-please..." he trailed off, pleading evident in his voice.

This stopped her from walking and she slowly turned around and faced him. "Why?"

Then again, the guy dropped his head. "She has my thesis and I badly need to pass it later. My scholarship totally dpends on my thesis." She was confused and then she asked, "but what do I have to do about your thesis? It's not like I made it."

"S-she took it from me. She said she won't return it unless I bring you to her. Well, it's totally okay if I have to pass my thesis tomorrow because I could still print a new one at home... b-but the paper is due today. a-and obviously, my soft copy is at home. Please...?" he pleaded almost in the verge of crying.

She felt pity towards him. He was obviously just another victim of the games of this Santana Marie Lopez. "Why me, though? and who is this Lopez girl you're talking about? She couldn't actually grasp the reason why she was invovled in this.

"Y-you really d-don't know her?" he asked seemingly like he's doubting if she didn't really know whow he's talking about.

She let out a breath. "Would I even ask if I already know her in the first place? Besides, I'm a transferee and I've been here like what, a month or even less in this university." She raised her brow before she could control it. "Well, where's this Lopez person?"

She followed the direction where the guy pointed. It was at the center of the university. She saw a group of six, all good-looking persons she thinks she's ever seen. One of them really caught her attention - the woman who was sitting on the bench, one leg crossed over the other.