Brittany's POV
The moment I laid eyes on her it was like my body reached a new level of ecstasy. Her body, that incredible body.
She's gorgeous.
I feel a certain rose-tinted blush creep up my neck, partially divulging my cheeks, undoubtedly due to the fine ass that's before me.
Do she got a booty? Hell yeah she do.
My somewhat promiscuous past is definitely no secret amongst the females at this school. My particular inability to snag a monogynous relationship seems to be a popular topic of gossip this year. You see I enjoy sex, I mean what normal human being doesn't?
But that's not the bad part.
The negative aspect of my so-called 'sexcapades' is usually more to do with how they end rather then the acts themselves. You see I've always been gentle(wo)manly; taking the girls on dates and spending time and money with/on them. The only thing is that these dates usually end with sex and that's where things get complicated.
Most girls want more from me, they expect me to suddenly want a relationship and u-haul just like every other lesbian out there - but that truth is I can't do that. Just because we fell madly in bed does NOT mean it's time for us to get matching tattoos and start planning a life together. It's a lifestyle I've perfected ever since the breakdown of my first real relationship, but there's no doubt it can get me in a whole lot of trouble from time to time.
Alas, that's how I find myself in my current situation. Lana, my most recent fling, is currently going bat shit crazy about me not taking her seriously or something (I'm not really paying that close attention if I'm honest with you).
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?"
Busted.
That's when I felt it. Not the slap I'd been heavily anticipating, but something entirely different. I was overcome with a strange feeling and it was all linked to a certain raven haired beauty walking down the corridor. I've never seen this girl before in my life but my desire to see her again is almost instantaneous.
"BRITT! BRITT-A-NY! SERIOUSLY YOU'RE TOTALLY NOT LISTENING TO ME! OH MY GOD I HATE YOU SO MUCH EURGHHHH"
Oh shit.
I completely forgot Lana was there. Shaking my head to erase the image of this mystery girl, I was finally dragged back down to earth with a thud, a painful thud that was less metaphorical and more like Lana's left palm pummeling into my right cheek.
Fuck it. I can't be dealing with this shit anymore. That one actually hurt.
I had to run full pelt to make it to my last class in time thanks to that little stunt Lana pulled, but mystery girl is consuming almost all my inner most thoughts.
Thrashing through the door at 100mph I was glad to have finally made it to class; but the look on my teachers face gave me the impression she was less then impressed with my entrance.
"Glad you finally decided to join us Brittany, have a seat at the back – I gave your normal seat to the new girl, Santana, since I wasn't sure if we'd be graced with your presence"
Damnit, that seat's the only thing that gets me through these god awful AP Psychology classes. It has the perfect view of Jane's ass (Ms Peterson to most) and a decent view out the window at the 11th grade girls' hockey practice wait... Who the fuck did she say she gave my seat to. There's nobody called Santana in my class OH HOLY MOTHER OF –
"Brittany! Take your seat already; you've held up this class enough today"
Stumbling into my seat, I let out the breath I didn't even realise I'd been holding.
She's here, in my classroom, in my fucking seat. Santana eh? That is one sexy ass name for one sexy ass g-
But before I even get a chance to finish my thoughts, I was faced with a question from good old Ms Peterson,
"So, Britt, I wonder if you could tell us what a disadvantage of using antipsychotic drugs to treat schizophrenia might be?"
Thank fuck for that.. I actually know the answer to this.
"Umm – well.."
I'm interrupted by the single most angelic voice I think I've ever heard in my life.
"They would simply treat the symptoms and not the cause"
I think I just came.
With her perfect mix of Spanish and English (I think they call it spanglish?) I feel my desire to make her acquaintance deepen.
Sort your shit out B, there's a lesson to concentrate on here.
I continue the lesson in a very blasé manner, after all it's the same shit over and over again. Psychology this, psychology that. All I can think of is the beauty sat over there, in my seat, and the fact that in 10 minutes I get to hit the courts with my best friends and work off some of this stress.
"Hey Santana, you gonna come to basketball practice? I heard you were gonna try out"
Did I just hear that right? Did Quinn just say that Santana wants to try out for the basketball team? The same basketball team of which I am captain.
Well... Things just got a lot more interesting.