"Let go of me! Let fucking go of me!"
Santana Lopez wasn't known for being a nice girl. Actually quite the opposite. Most people her age were terrified of her, girls and boys. Back when she was 14 she got in a fight with a teacher because he gave her an E in a geography test. She won the fight, but was kicked out of school. Since then she had lived in a home with people 'with the same problems.' Or at least that was what the judge had said. Santana Lopez didn't have any problems. She was awesome, the other kids were just stupid misfits. Okay, maybe she was having a hard time with school, her family and just life in general. But why the fuck were people telling her what to and what not to do over and over again? 'You should take high school serious, Santana. Don't you want a happy future and a good career, Santana? Santana, you have to take responsibility for yourself.' It made her sick. If she wanted to ditch school now and then – okay, maybe it was every day – and just sit in the park smoking cigarettes while looking at stupid little kids running around, it was her choice. Sometimes when she was really bored she would like to go to the mall and buy stuff. Without money. Okay, maybe she was kinda into the whole shoplifting thing, but it was her fucking choce, wasn't it? Well, it was shoplifting that had fucked her up this time. They had caught her steal a pair of pants – and they weren't even that cool.
"Let me go or I will fucking kick your ass!"
She knew she wasn't able to kick this giant robot looking security guard's ass, but she'd rather rotten in Hell than give up without a fight.
"I will let you go when you start to relax!" The security guard's grip tightened on Santanas arms.
"Fuck you!" she screamed.
"Calm down! I just want you to come with me, you're just making this harder on yourself."
Santana let out an angry laugh.
"Oh yeah? Like this is the hardest thing I ever had to deal with in my life?"
Santana tried to wiggle herself free, but it was nothing but impossible since the guy was at least 300 pounds and looked like he could be three of Britney Spears' bodyguards.
"Ugh, fuck this…"
One hour later Santana sat in a small room at the police station. Those idiots wouldn't even let her smoke in here and of course she wasn't allowed to go outside. When she lit a cigarette anyway, the police officer who was watching her took it out of her hand, put it out and forced her to give him the rest she had left. This just wasn't her lucky day.
"Santana, your parents will be here in a few minutes." Santana looked up at an olderly police woman who had an awful coffee breath.
"They are not my parents" Santana murmured. "My parents don't give a crap about me, and I don't give a crap about my parents."
"Okay, well… Just... Wait here.." the woman said.
Like I have a choice, Santana thought to herself.
"Santana, this isn't working."
Mrs. Parker from the place Santana lived had picked her up. Santana didn't say anything. She didn't know what to say. Or she actually had a lot of things in mind, but that would definitely get her in trouble.
"I know you're not a big fan of school," – wauw, good guess – "but you have to graduate. That's what they told you in court, to stay out of trouble and finish high school. And then you had to do this."
Santana searched through her pockets.
"Crap, that bitch never gave me my cigarettes back…"
"Are you listening to me? We can't let you stay here anymore. You promised you would get yourself together, but you didn't. "
Santana didn't really pay attention to Mrs. Parker –this was not the first time she had yelled at her. And it probably wouldn't be the last.
"…boarding school in Lima."
She heard the word 'bording school' and suddenly realized this was kinda serious.
"What?"
Mrs. Parker sighed.
"I said, you are going to a boarding school in Lima, Ohio."
"No! Fuck no! Boarding school? A place with geeks and stupid boarding school clothes? Nuh-uh. I'm not going anywhere." Santana could feel the rage boiling in her body.
"Well, you had a chance and you blew it. You know this would happen if you couldn't behave. As of next monday you are a student at Lima Heights Academy."
Santana couldn't believe this. They were going to send her to a boarding school. Boarding school. She absolutely hated school and now she had to live in one.
She left Mrs. Parker alone and ran to her room to look for another pack of cigarettes. She knew she had one somewhere and God knows she could use one right now. When she finally found it she ripped the pack open and furiously pulled one out. Shit, shit, shit. This could not be happening.
She had been screaming, kicking things, kicking people but none of it made any difference. It became Monday, and Santana sat in the back of a cab that would bring her to Lima Heights Academy, the school she was supposed to be at for the next 7 months. Maybe she could find a way to get out of there, maybe if she was nice to her teachers she could… Who was she kidding, Santana Lopez didn't do nice. Especially not to teachers. They just tried to ruin her life all the time. Maybe she could escape and run away. To Canada. Or Europe. Or.. Jeez, this was going to be difficult.
"We're here."
The cab driver had pulled down a long road with trees on both sides. It looked like a goddamn movie that would take place in the 40's. This place was out in the middle of no-fucking-where with no bars, no mall, and worst of all no place where she could get cigarettes and beers at 3am.
"Hi! Are you Santana? I'm Rachel Berry." A short girl with brown hair, big smile and crazy riddiculos outfit came closer. Santana stared at the girl, her worst fear confirmed – people here really were freaky geeks.
"I'm here to show you the school, and your room and… Oh, you're actually not allowed to smoke here…"
Santana had just lit a cigarette. She looked at the other girl, her eyes saying 'shut it, or I will end you' and the shorter girl just stared at the ground, suddenly not smiling that big.
"Uhm.." Rachel started. "You really shouldn't smoke here, someone might find out…"
"Shut up, dwarf." Santana said her first words that day. "What's the worst they can do? Kick me out? I'd be more than happy if they did so I can get out of this stupid place."
Santana took another drag on her cigarette and exhaled slowly. This Rachel girl was seriously annoying. 7 months with people like her would kill her. Well unless she killed someone first…
"T-this way," Rachel stuttered. "I'm just going to show you your room. You are welcome to find me later and I will show you the rest of the school."
"Yes, that's exactly how I want to spend the rest of this delightfull day, in the company of Bilbo Baggins giving me a grand tour of the Shire."
Rachel didn't say anything.
They walked in to what Santana thought must be the main building. It looked like a castle in England. Not that Santana had been in England ever, but she thought it might look like this. They continued down a hall with doors on both sides. Suddenly Rachel stopped in front of door that looked just like the others except this had a tiny number written in the top right corner. 9. Her room number.
"This is your room. You have two roommates, but they have class right now." Rachel said. "I'll just... leave you to unpack your stuff."
Santana glared at the other girl who walked away fast. With a sigh she opened the door. The room was bigger than the one she was used to, but she never had to share before. There were three beds, two of them was on her right side and the last one was on her left. Fortunatly the one on the left was the one not taken so Santana was able to easily ignore the other two girls she had to share a room with. Santana Lopez did not do nice or friendships.
Santana was leaning out of the window next to her bed smoking a cigarette when she heard some noise from outside the door. She threw the cigarette so it landed on the ground outside.
"…don't understand why he keeps texting me, I told him it was over."
"Yes, but the same thing happened last time Quinn, and then you got back to him. Again."
The door burst open and two girls walked in but stopped talking as soon as they saw Santana.
"Oh, hi!" the blonde one said. "You must be our new roommate? I'm Quinn and this is Tina." She looked at the other girl, who waved. Who waves when they introduce themself?
Santana eyed them for a moment and then turned around to stare out of the window. She wasn't going to stay here, so she wouldn't bother talking to her 'roommates.' The girls were quiet for a minute and then continued talking.
"So what was he texting you this time?" the girl named Tina said.
"Just how much he miss me and loves me. Then he asked me about school and stuff. He never did that while we were dating."
"Do you think he's really starting to change Quinn? Maybe Puck is turning in to a good guy now."
"I don't know. Maybe." Santana could hear the smile in Quinns voice. It made her role her eyes. Young love. Ugh.
"He's just so sweet! Look what he just texted me. 'Your eyes are prettier than all the stars in the Universe.'"
Santana couldn't listen to this crap anymore.
"Oh please. He's just trying to get in your pants."
When the girls didn't respond Santana turned around to look at them.
"It seems like the only reason he comes running back is because he's horny. Guys are just like that."
Quinn looked kinda angry while Tina just looked surprised.
"How do you know? Do you have a boyfriend?" Quinn asked.
Santana huffed.
"That's really none of your business. I'm not going to stay here, so don't bother try to get to know me."
She lit another cigarette and turned to smoke out of the window again.
"You can't smoke in here!" Tina yelled in horror.
"Sweet Jesus, why is everybody having a problem with cigarettes at this school?!" Santana could feel the rage coming to the surface yet once again.
"We're not, it's just against school law…" Tina murmured now.
Santana smirked. They were scared of her. Good.
"So…" she started. "Why are you not wearing those sexy school girls outfits? I thought this was a boarding school."
"I-it is, but we're not supposed to wear those. We get to wear our own clothes all day" Quinn replied hesitantly.
"Good, 'cuz I look amazing in my own clothes" Santana said. And she did. She had guys drooling over her all the time.
"But why do you care about that? I thought you weren't going to stay" Tina said without looking at Santana.
Santana gave her an evil glare. "I'm not."
She really wasn't planning on staying here but she had to figure something out. She couldn't just leave right away unless she wanted to have some damn lawyers fuck her life up even
more.
"I don't give a crap about this! It doesn't even make any sense!"
Santana was at her third math class at Lima Heights Academy. She hated everything about school but what she hated the most was math. Why did she have to learn about Pythagoras and other greek idiots that used to run around drawing number with sticks in the sand?
"Santana, you're not even trying." Her teacher sighed and looked like he was giving up.
"I am! It's not my fault this is fucking stupid."
"I think you could need someone to tutor you."
"What, and suffer even more with math than I already am? Hell no." She already hated the thought of spending time with a math geek.
"It would really improve your grades Santana, and you have to improve them if you want to graduate. Tina, would you like to help Santana with math? She needs to be tutored outside class."
"Uhm… I think… I don't think I have the time, you know, w-with the debate team a-and stuff…" Tina stuttered.
"I can do it." Some girl sitting behind Santana just offered to tutor her. Great. Santana didn't even bother to look at her. Her teacher was glad though.
"Great! I'll talk to both of you when class is over then."
When the bell rang Santana just took her stuff and ran out the door. She was not going to sit and talk with her teacher and her tutor. Just hell no.
"Wait! Wait! Santana!"
Santana didn't slow down. She couldn't deal with this crap.
The girl from her math class ran and stood in front of her. She held out her hand for Santana to take. Santana didn't take it, but looked from the girls hand to her face.
"Hi," the girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes said. "My name is Brittany S. Pierce. I'm your new math tutor."
A/N: Hi! I'm sorry if my English is… kinda weird, it's not my first language. (Beta anyone?) And I have a lot of ideas for this story, so please review if you think I should continue
