A/N: Hey, guys. So, I've been working on this story for a while and thought it was time to maybe post it and see what you all thought about it. If I should keep going. So be gentle please, haha. And I don't know if this needs a warning, but there is some hurtful name calling. Though this is an M rated story, you should kinda expect it right?
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
-LMB
September, 2014:
You're sitting in the girl's locker room, changing your runners for simple grey Keds, as the girls around you laugh and talk with each other while changing. You just finished your last class for today and were more than thankful the day was over and you got to go home.
You let your shoe slip of the bench and onto the ground as you pull the ponytail you keep around your wrist off, and began tying your hair in a nice high ponytail. You glance around at the rest of the girls now gathering their things to leave, and follow suit, putting your gym clothing back in your locker before closing it and grabbing your backpack.
You smile faintly at the small keychain, holding a picture of your family in the frame. The picture was taken last year on your birthday. Your father, mother, 12 year old brother Nolan, and 6 year old sister Vanessa, stood in front of your lake cabin.
You chuckle faintly at how Nolan was rolling his eyes with a smile in the picture, and pull the straps over your arms as you get up and walk out of the locker room.
You walk through the halls, stepping to the side or stopping as the other students ran around, wanting to get home after the first day of the school year.
You keep your head low as you maneuver your way out of the school, and hold tightly on the straps of your backpack as you jog down the steps of your new high school.
Your family moved to Ohio only two weeks ago from Toronto, Ontario in Canada. It was an easy move. You had lived in Canada for your 17 years but your parents moved from New York. God only knows why they left that place to go to Canada, but nevertheless it was your home. Where you were comfortable and had friends who you've known since kindergarten.
Two weeks wouldn't seem like enough time to explore small town Lima, but seeing as the town was basically nothing, you managed to get around and explore pretty easily. The third day you were here, after spending the first two in your room drawing, you took your bike and rode it all over. You went through bike trails, up grassy hills, down through abandoned looking streets and it was relaxing; not to mention it gave you some ideas to draw.
You tighten your hold on your backpack and look up from the sidewalk, sighing when you come to your house. To anyone else living here, they'd probably be thrilled. The place was actually quite large and beautiful. It was traditional Victorian yet the exterior coloring made it look more modern than it was. You did agree that it was pretty when your mother asked you weeks ago when you first saw it, but it wasn't home.
You unlock the door using the keypad and step inside.
"Hi, sweetie." Anne Pierce greets with a warm smile. You offer a small one in return to your mother and wave at your sister on your way upstairs. "Brittany, how was your first day." You stop halfway up and look over your shoulder before shrugging.
"Fine." You reply and your mother's shoulders drop as she gives you a sad smile. "Where's Nolan?"
"Your father took him to sign up for baseball. Do you want me to make you a snack?"
"No thanks." You shake your head, taking another step up the stairs. "I think I'm going to take my bike out for a bit." You tell her and then go up to your room. You push the door open and empty your backpack on your bed, shaking it upside down to get all your papers out. You go to your window seat and open the top, looking through the board games and books to find your notebook.
A smile comes across your face when you touch the thick notebook, and your wrap your fingers around it to pull it out carefully. Your blue eyes run over the front of the book as you slowly close the top of the window seat, and you smile a little wider.
You always loved drawing because it was your escape. It was your way to express things without people calling you dumb or stupid because it was harder to explain yourself with words.
"I need a new book…" you mumble to yourself and get off your knees, running to your closet. You open it and sit on your knees in front of a small chest with a pad lock. You had to lock it or else someone could look through your work and they just wouldn't be the same. You pull on the lock after scrolling in the correct code and unhook it, putting it down beside you.
The chest held over 20 notebooks, all different colors, designs, and sizes. They were all numbered with the dates they had been used, and placed in order. You slip the most recent notebook, blue with bubbles on the cover, to the bottom of the pile after using a sharpie to write the dates of the first and last entry on the cover, and then grab the next book.
You hold your lip between your teeth at the cover, a simple plain white notebook, and pout.
"Boring." You huff and uncap the sharpie again, drawing a big happy face in the middle of the cover before putting cat ears. You nod in acceptance and then toss the sharpie in the chest before locking it and going back to your bed. You put the notebook inside and then grab your pencil kit, and a couple weird dollars in case you wanted to grab something to snack on from a store.
You scrunch your nose at the paper money. It was old looking and each bill looked the exact same, not like Canadian bills. You shook your head knowing you were being ridiculous to judge money, and zip up your bag after folding a thin zip up sweater and putting it inside. You grab the bag and pull it on before heading down the stairs and saying goodbye to your mom and sister.
"Sorry…" you apologize when you almost bike into a group of girls. They roll their eyes at you and you keep your head down until they pass before looking up and starting to peddle again. You turn a corner and look left and right before biking across the street and up onto the grass on the other side. You bike between hydro poles and speed up when you come to the ditch you visited days ago. Your butt lifts off the seat and you pull up on the handle bars, forcing your bike to come up and land on the other side of the 2 foot ditch.
You chuckle and slow down to regular riding pace, smiling when you see your destination. An old park sits in the middle of a large field, empty. You ride your bike towards the structure and furrow your brows as you get closer.
Someone else is here.
You stop riding and slowly get off your bike before putting it on the ground with your backpack and hesitantly walk over to where you hear faint…humming? You walk slowly, one foot in front of the other as you go to the swings across from the tunnel in the structure. You reach and grab onto the chains holding the swing to the top bar and pause when you see the person.
Your lips twitch at the corners and you smile faintly as the Latina keeps her eyes closed, humming a song as she taps the beat on her bare thighs. She was still in her clothing you saw her in at school; ripped, black jean shorts, black combat boots, a long white tank top and a black leather jackets. Your feet move against the pebbles on the ground and you sit on the swing, watching the girl as you move the swing back and forth a little.
The girl keeps humming softly and you can tell she would be an amazing singer. She stops patting her thighs and reaches into her jacket pocket as she now taps the beat with her boots against the side of the tunnel. You frown when she pulls out a box of cigarettes and brings one to her lips as she pulls out a lighter. She lights it quickly and puts the lighter away, sucking in before bringing the cigarette from her lips and blowing out through parted lips.
You watch her for a couple more seconds, knowing full well you'd probably look like a stalker, before stopping the swing from moving when the girl opens her eyes and blows out another puff of smoke. You hold your breath, hoping her eyes will close so you can get out of here without her seeing you, and wet your lips. The girls eyebrows furrow and you tilt your head to the side before widening your eyes as she slowly turns to you. Your eyes lock and you gasp, feeling the same erratic pace change in your heart as you did when you two first made eye contact at school.
Flashback…
"Watch it, Blondie!"
"Sorry…" you mumble in panic as the taller boy glares down at you. He shakes his head and lets out a dry chuckle.
"Maybe you should've stayed in Canada, eh, idiot." He spits and you flinch as you pick up your books from the ground after being bumped into. The boy watches you with a smirk and you shrink under his uncomfortable gaze. Students around you all begin to laugh and point as you swallow to hold back the tears you feel forming in your eyes. Your first day at a new stupid school and your already a target.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" you flinch and look up at the boy. "Well, maybe you should go back to your winter wonderland huh." He laughs mockingly and you glance around at the people watching in amusement. You see no faces of concern or sympathy and that's when your bottom lip starts to tremble. "Aw, I didn't mean to make you cry…" he chuckles with a smirk. "So is it true you all live in igloos and shit?"
"N-no…I've never even…"
"Did I ask you to talk?"
"Y-you just a-asked if it w-was true…" you mumble out nervously and the boy rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms.
"Again, huh. You must be even more stupid than I thought."
"Why don't you shut the fuck up you asshole." You both widen your eyes and look behind you. A short, tan girl with dark raven hair stands behind you with her arms crossed, glaring at the boy, and she's beautiful.
"What are you two friends?" he chuckles and you slowly stand up. "Oh, I get it; you're a couple of dykes, huh?"
Then it happens. The girl grabs the boy by the collar of his letterman jacket and slams him against the row of lockers, as he stares at her in fear.
"I'm no dyke, you dick-less cockroach." She hisses at him and you stare at her in shock of her actions. "Don't you think picking on a random girl is a little sad? I'm guessing seeing because you're wearing this ugly ass jacket that your one of the popular pricks, but that doesn't mean I won't crack your nuts. Maybe if you put a little more effort into your life you wouldn't be trying to make everyone else's hell just because you know you're going to end up a pathetic Lima loser while everyone else, probably even Blondie here, is going to make it out of this crap town."
"I…"
"Did I ask you to talk?" she mocks him and he shakes his head as you watch in awe. She glances to the side when the bell rings and people start running to class. "Apologize." She says simply and both you and the boy widen your eyes at her.
"Wh-wha…"
"Are you deaf? I said apologize."
"S-sorry." He mumbles and the girl chuckles at him as she shakes her head.
"Like you mean it, moron."
"I'm sorry for everything, okay!" he says to you and you nod before he looks back to whoever this girl is.
"Good, now get out of here." She says and lets go of the boy. He moves away from her but she grabs him and make him look at her. "Oh and also…I have razor blades hidden in my hair, so if I ever catch you being a little bitch again I won't hesitate. Nod if you understand." The boy nods quickly and the girl lets him scurry off before grabbing her bag from the ground and walking away.
"Wait!" you call out and she looks back at you. You feel your heart flip when your eyes lock and you smile at the girl. She arches a brow at you expectantly and you open your mouth in realization. "Thank you."
She nods faintly and you watch her as she turns and walks away to class.
End of flashback…
"Is there a reason you're staring me like a creeper?"
You snap out of your thoughts and shake your head as you wet your lips. The girl looks at you carefully, now standing a few feet in front of you with her arms crossed, and you give her a faint smile.
"Thanks again for…"
"Whatever, it's nothing." She says and drops her cigarette, stepping on it and twisting her boot. "The hall was packed because everyone was watching the guy be a dick to you and I didn't have the time nor the patience for that."
"Oh…well still." You nod slowly and hold your hand out to the girl. "I'm Brittany Pierce." She looks at your hand and grabs another cigarette from her pocket before lighting it, not bothering to shake your hand. You drop it into your lap and watch her inhale the smoke. "You shouldn't smoke. My dad says it's easier for children and teens to get addicted than adults."
"Thanks for the info, Doctor. Too bad I never asked for it." She rolls her eyes and starts walking over to the monkey bars.
"Are you going to tell me your name?" you ask and she shakes her head, holding the cigarette between her lips as she pulls herself up with ease onto the top of the bars and lays across them. She brings her hands to her lips and takes the cigarette, hanging her arm over the bar after. "Well will you at lease tell me if you're new here too?"
"My parents dragged me from Brooklyn." She says and you smile as you get off the swing and walk over to her. "I don't have a damn clue why we moved to this hick town instead." She scoffs and takes another drag of the cigarette as you move to the end and step up twice so your arms are resting against the top by the girls head.
"Yeah, my family moved from Ontario like two weeks ago." You tell her and she blows a circle of smoke above her. "Isn't that gross?"
"What?" she sighs in annoyance.
"Smoking; like the taste." You mumble and the girl rolls her eyes.
"You get used to it. You wanna try?" she asks tilting her head back so she can see you upside down. You run your eyes over her face and she arches a brow at you. "Yo, chica, do you want to try it or what?"
"S-sure…" you nod nervously and she arches her butt off the bars, slipping a third cigarette out along with her lighter as she drops the used one to the ground.
"Stomp that out." She tells you and you do as she says. You twist your foot on the cigarette as you watch the girl hang her legs over the side of the bars, motioning you over. "Open." She says, holding a cigarette to your lips. You swallow and take it, watching nervously as she lights it. "Slowly inhale." She instructs and you suck in. She takes the cigarette from your lips and takes a drag herself before chuckling at you, letting the smoke out of her mouth. "Exhale, Pierce."
You blow out and cough roughly as the girl chuckles in amusement. You scrunch your face at the taste and the girl holds it back out to you making you shake your head quickly. She shrugs and holds the cigarette between her lips as she lies back down on the bars. You look at her nervously and glance to your bike, widening your eyes when you see two kids trying to steal it.
"Hey, stop!" you shout and their heads snap up to look at you as you run after them. You hear them laugh as you run and they get up and each carry one of your bike tires, your seat, and your backpack as they run away snickering. "Damn it!" you exclaim and kick your bike before bringing your foot up and holding it as you hop on the spot. "Bitch…" you hiss and trip backwards over your bike, landing on your ass.
"Wow." You look up at the Latina, her hands in her shorts back pockets, looking at you with an arched brow. You feel your cheeks heat up and look at your bike, shaking your head. "Why didn't you bring it closer or lock it up?"
"I would've brought it closer but you…"
"You were trying to be a creep and watch me without me knowing." She states and you avoid her eyes as you get to your feet.
"It's going to take me forever to get home."
"Call someone to pick you up." She says and you roll your eyes.
"I don't have my phone." You snap. Her eyes narrow at you and you gulp at her intense look.
"Don't start giving me attitude because you got jacked."
"I didn't mean to." you mumble and she shrugs as she looks around. You furrow your brows at the girl because she's so confusing, and look back at your bike, kicking it again. "God, everything has to suck!" you say in frustration and drop to the ground as tears cloud your eyes. You just want to go home and sleep. This day has been horrible, except for the hanging out with the Latina, and you can't take anymore. You wipe under your eyes and hear the girl groan.
"You're seriously crying right now; what's wrong with you?" she scoffs and you shake your head in disbelief, giving her a sharp glare.
"I had to leave my home to come to a crap town where I know nobody, I've been bullied already on my first day, almost choked because of your fucking cigarette, my bike tires, seat and backpack got stolen by punks half my size, and you aren't making it any better." You growl and the girl stares at you. "So excuse me if I'm a little upset okay! Just because you want to be alone and can handle tough shit, doesn't mean everyone else does." You add and the girl's eyes narrow as her jaw clenches.
You start to think yelling at her wasn't the best idea because the way she's holding her hands in fists is making you nervous and you think she's going to hit you. She takes a step to you and you flinch, clamping your eyes shut.
You're waiting for a hit that never comes, when you hear a roaring of an engine and see the Latina pulling a helmet over her head as she straddles a black motorcycle on the grass. You watch as she grabs the handles before she drifts in a circle and is now facing you. Your eyes widen and you jump to your feet and take steps back as she drives at you.
Oh my god she's crazy! You scream inside and you're frozen on the spot. The bike goes passed you, missing by an inch and you almost faint at how terrified you were when you hear the roaring coming back this way. You look over your shoulder and back up as the girl drives the bike and stops the front tire right in front of you before she lifts her helmet off and holds it out.
"Uh…" you trail off, looking at the helmet extended to you. The girl rolls her eyes and pushes it into your arms.
"Let's go." She says, and you stare at her like she's crazy. "Seriously I don't have all day, unless you want to walk then I'll take my helmet back." You shake your head quickly and hesitantly put the helmet on before going beside her. You put your hand on her shoulder as you swing your leg over the bike and yelp when you slide forwards, pressing against her back completely. "You might want to hold on…" she says over the loud noise of the bike.
"W-what?" you ask in panic, taking your hands from her shoulders. The girl's shoulders drop and she hangs her head as she shakes it.
"I said you might want to hold on…" she repeats. "Look, if you don't hold onto me you're probably going to go flying off, so it's probably in your best interest if you hold on, got it?" she explains in annoyance. You swallow and nod, not that she can see, as you slowly wrap your arms loosely around her waist. She shifts and you jump when she pulls your arms tighter around her. "I said hold on, that means tight. Dios dame paciencia…" she mumbles the last part and reeves the engine before speeding forwards.
"Slow down!" you scream and she glances back at you. "Watch the road." You say quickly over the noise the cycle is making.
The two of you pull up to your family's driveway and the Latina puts her feet on the ground as you pull your arms from around her. You lift the helmet from your head, blowing a strand of hair from your face.
The girl clears her throat and glances back at you, arching a brow expectantly. You open your mouth in realization and hold the brunettes shoulder as you get off the bike. Your foot catches and you stumble before the girl grabs your arm firmly but gently and holds you steady.
"Thanks…" you mumble embarrassed, and get a shrug in return. She holds her hand out for the helmet and you look at it before handing it over reluctantly. She takes it and with her other hand holds her hair up to put the helmet on. "Would you…" you start suddenly; the girl pauses from putting her helmet on. "Would you maybe want to stay for a bit…maybe for dinner?" She stares at you inquisitively, and you feel your face start to heat in embarrassment. "I mean you could eat here, or we could just…you know watch a movie or something; whatever you want." You as quickly and the girl glances around as she rubs the back of her neck with furrowed brows.
"I don't think so."
"But, I…"
"Look I get that you left all your friends and shit at the North Pole, alright, but I'm not your friend." She says bluntly and you flinch a little at her words. You never thought you were friends…maybe acquaintances moving up to friends but that still hurt.
"I just thought that…"
"I'm here until I graduate and then I'm leaving. That's that. I don't need someone to get attached and then whine when I leave, okay. You're already too clingy because of what happened at school, and I don't need to remind you it's not going to happen again do I?" she asks and you shake your head. "I don't do friends. I ride, smoke and that's basically it, besides the occasional drink." she tells you and shrugs. "I'd be surprised if I even notice you the rest of the time I'm here."
"Oh…"
"I'm not going to apologize because it's the truth, so just forget about me and do something about that ounce of hope of us becoming friends so you can move on with your life. If you need friends that badly I'm sure that annoying ass dwarf Berry would gladly help you with that." You swallow, your arms crossed as you look at the ground, hearing the girl reeve her bike. You look up to see her already driving away from your house, before walking into your house and going straight to your room.
You sit on your bed, wiping the tears that the Latina caused from your eyes, and look around. You stare at your closet and get up, unlocking the chest and grabbing a new notebook; the cover dark grey with dark wolf eyes on the cover. You clench and unclench your jaw at how they remind you of the Latinas and go to your desk to grab a new drawing pencil.
You flip it open and stare at the blank page for a moment before stroking the tip of the pencil over the paper. You spend the next hour sketching the Latina; the image of her in the play structure tunnel stuck in your mind and drawn on the paper. You put the pencil down and look over the drawing before closing the notebook and slipping it under your mattress before turning your bedroom light off and changing into your pajamas. You slip under your blankets, not caring it was only 6:30, and close your eyes, hoping that tomorrow will go better and that you will see the Latina tomorrow. Never mind see her; you hope you'll learn her name.
A/N: So what did you think. I'm actually really nervous, oh my god. If you could let me know how I'm doing. Also, if you have any helpful criticism. Should I continue?
-LMB
