Maria POV

I glared at the sign as soon as I entered the parking lot in my new carbon gray Jeep Wrangler. William McKinley High School, it was definitely a change from my old school back in the Dominican Republic. It has been a week since I moved, and settled in at my cousin Claudia's guest house. I haven't been out much yet, I mean don't get me wrong, I had to go out and buy the essentials, like my new Jeep, and winter clothing, given the fact that I only had a ski jacket and boots that I only used when we went to the Aspen house. Fun times. But, alas, here I am stuck in cow town for two years, because I was "partying too much". I found the entire concept preposterous, after all, one can never party too much. Plus, it's not as if anyone asked me why I felt the need to drink myself into a stupor.

The sound of laughter shook me out of my musings, and I picked up my leather messenger bag and strapped it over my shoulder, making sure my Marlboros were inside, along with my Zippo lighter. I took a deep breath, walked to the entrance, and pulled the door open. Damn, this place is a dump! I saw a tiny brunette posting something on the bulletin board. She looked nice enough, so I decided to approach her in order to ask for direction.

"Excuse me, I'm new, would you be so kind as to point me to the principal's office please," I asked with my most charming smile. She looked a bit startled as she turned around, perhaps I spooked her, so I gave her and easy smile.

"Hi, of course, just follow me," I nodded my thanks, "I'm Rachel Berry by the way, I'm a junior". She was wearing the shortest skirt that I had ever seen, at a high school that is, and had the most hideous unicorn sweater on.

"Junior? That's 11th grade, right?" I never did get American's, why do they feel the need to change the name of everything?

"Yeah, were you homeschooled?" Rachel asked with furrowed brows. Damn, this girl was adorable.

"Ha! God forbid. No, I just moved to the states."

"Really, where from?"

"Dominican Republic."

"Well here we are, Principal Figgins' office is just through there. It was nice to meet you, if you're looking for an extracurricular to join, you should try joining glee club, based on how sultry, sorry, I mean deep voice your voice is for a girl, I feel like you could make a fantastic tenor, it would totally compliment my voice and therefore help my chances of playing Fanny Brice on Broadway! –"

"Wow, slow down there beautiful," she blushed a pretty pink, "what exactly is glee club?" To be honest the entire thing sounded gay as fuck, but then again, I am gay, so who am I to judge.

"Its show choir." To this I arch my eyebrow. Show choir, huh? This should be interesting, plus the little brunette was hot, I mean she sure had the longest legs I'd ever seen on someone that short. Oh what the hell.

"Ok." I said with a smirk. I had so many songs in my mind. Maybe something in Spanish, American girls did love it when I spoke in Spanish.

"You should try it. I mean, it would be great for your college transcript-"

"Rachel! I said okay. I'll try out for glee." She squealed, she actually squealed. Damn, she's adorable.

"I'll catch you later okay?" I said while opening the door to the principal's office."

"Wait! I didn't catch your name."

"Maria." I practically purred my name, and then had the extreme satisfaction of seeing her deliciously tanned skin turn a slight hue of pink. I winked and entered the office.

I sat there while this Indian moron was ranting, what seemed to be a list of rules and expectations. Finally he got to the useful part of the conversation, and told me to go to Ms. Pillsbury's office next door, for my schedule. I walked by and saw a red headed woman talking to a curly haired man that was wearing a vest. I was about to knock when suddenly I saw them making out, until she pushed him away. I smirked, what is it about redheads? Always so interesting, I chuckled to myself. Right then and there, I knocked, which caused them to jump a bit. This could be fun.

"Hi, I'm Maria, I'm new here. Mr. Figgins sent me, I hope I wasn't interrupting your uh… meeting." I said with a smirk. The curly haired man, laughed uncomfortably, while Ms. Pillsbury blushed. Very fun.

"Not at all, Maria. Welcome to McKinley. This is Mr. Shuester, our Spanish teacher and our glee club director." This definitely caught my attention.

"I actually met, Rachel, she told me a bit about it, and I'd like to join actually."

"That's great, come to the choir room afterschool, and you can audition if you're ready."

"Sure thing." With that he left, and I was left with the Ms. Pillsbury.

"So, Maria, tell me about yourself. I see from your file that you're a straight A student and have been all in AP classes since your freshman year, which I must say is quite impressive. I also see that you already took your SAT's, which is rather strange for a junior, and got a perfect score on that. I must say, I am very impressed with you thus far." I rolled my eyes. Everyone thought it was impressive. Honestly, I never went to class, I found that I understood things better if I read them, plus, my photographic memory made school easy for me.

"Well, as you can see in my file, I'm from the Dominican Republic, I play tennis and soccer, and I'm a pretty good singer if I do say so myself. I plan on going to Law school after I complete my undergrad, and yeah… that's about it." I really don't like talking about myself, people always dig too much, always want to get close, and that's when they use you. If there's something I've learned is never let anyone have leverage over you.

"Oh, that's fantastic. We have a soccer team, Roz Washington coaches it. You should let her know if you're interested. I've signed you up for AP Calculus, AP European History, AP Literature, AP Physics, AP Chemistry, AP Economics, and Spanish. Does that sound good? Also, I included a study period, given that you have such a heavy load." I internally scoffed at the thought of taking Spanish. These kids probably knew how to order at Taco Bell or something. Oh, what the hell, I'll take the easy A. It really isn't surprising that she signed me up for all of those classes, but it would be nice if she asked me which ones I wanted to enroll in.

"That sounds fine. I have a question though, do you guys offer a cooking class?" It's not like I didn't know how to cook, quite the opposite actually. It might be nice though, in between all of those other classes- assuming I attended them, that is.

"Actually, yes we do!" Damn, she's chipper. "Would you like for me to sign you up?" I nod, and she hands me my schedule and a map.

"Well, there you go you're all set. I'll write you a note, explaining why you're late. Welcome to McKinley!"

Ms. Pillsbury kindly pointed me in the right direction for my calculus class, and thank God for that, because otherwise I'd be completely lost.

I took a deep breath, masked my face into one of indifference, and then plastered on my signature smirk. I got this bitch. I opened the classroom door, and was immediately met by whispers.

"Excuse me sir, I apologize for being late," I say while handing him my note, "I'm new."

"Ah, Ms. Alvarez, I've been expecting you. Please introduce yourself to the class." I groaned, what is it with these people wanting me to talk about myself today, jeez.

"Um, sure, why the hell not. My name is Maria Alejandra Alvarez, I just moved from the Dominican Republic, and I'm a junior." I said with a sexy smirk. Might as well start working the ladies in the room. I do like to be productive, after all. I hear a collective "oooh" as if being from there is somehow impressive.

"That's nice, I hear that the D.R. has beautiful beaches. Are you from there originally?" I nod. "Really? Your English is superb, I would have never guessed."

I smirk. "Don't worry, Mr. Simmons, was it? I can still roll my r's when necessary." I say as I wink to the gorgeous blonde in the second row. He looks at me confused, but I hear few snickers and an even a scoff, presumably from the boy in question.

"You can't possibly be Latina. You're milky white, I mean, everyone knows you have to have tanned skin to be from South America. Just look at Santana," says a constipated looking boy, who points to a beautiful Latina that has lasers shooting out of her eyes. At this I get angry, and give him my best glare.

"What did you just say to me, pendejo? Te parto la cara si me vuelves hablar, desgraciado (I'll break your face if you talk to me again, bastard). First of all, my skin color has nothing to do with where I'm from. Second of all, if you must know I am one hundred percent of European descent, if you even know what that means. Third, the Dominican Republic is in the Caribbean, not South America. Fourth, how the hell are you even in this class? You look like you have the brain capacity of an amoeba, which now that I think about it, is kind of insulting to amoebas. Finally, why in God's name, would you ever wear that shirt, it makes your nipples look like puffy pyramids, dough boy." At this, the entire class seems to burst out laughing, especially that Santana girl that kept clutching her stomach and wiping her tears of laughter. Hell, I even saw Mr. Simmons trying to compose himself. The ginormous dough boy, however, was bright red. He stood up, kicked a chair and left the room. Good, his face was annoying me.

"Ok class, settle down. Ms. Alvarez, why don't you take a seat next to Ms. Fabray, I'm sure she'd be delighted to fill you in on where we are in the curriculum." He said, while pointing to the pretty blonde, I saw earlier.