A freshman in high school. Finally. Santana Lopez was beyond excited to start this new chapter of her life. Of course she would never admit that, but all the same it was true. She was determined to rule the school and she wouldn't let anyone stand in her way. Being a Cheerio was sure to aid this ambition. It better since Santana wasn't even interested in cheer. It was the first day of school and Santana was spending a long time in front of the mirror. She had to look perfect since Cheerios was just as much social as athletic. A buzz from her phone alerts her that her ride is waiting. Living next to someone two years older had it perks. She damn sure wouldn't be seen riding the bus. Five minutes later Santana crossed the threshold of McKinley High School with her game face on. As she made her way down the hall she noticed the looks people we giving her. Curiosity from the girls and from the boys the typical lust most girls get. She made her way to advisement to pick up her schedule. Santana had researched the school before today since she wasn't going to be the typical first day at a new school student that fumbles and bumbles through the day to get their bearings. She managed to delay long enough that she walked into class just before the bell. She wanted everyone to notice when she walked in and she wasn't disappointed. Downside, she didn't have a choice of seating so instead of sitting next to cute boy she asked to take her seat next to a blonde in the back. As the teacher started the usual garbage of first day lecture, the blonde leaned over and introduced herself.
"Hi! I'm Brittany! What's your name?"
"Santana." Short and to the point was the game here. She had little interest in talking to this girl and expected her to get the hint.
"Are you new to Lima? I've never seen you before and I've lived here my whole life."
"If you've been a Lima Loser that long and still find it necessary to ask that question you're dumber then you look." Some people really can't take a hint. This clueless blonde was sure to get the message now though.
As if not hearing the insult, Brittany responded with, "So where are you from then?"
"Dayton. Do you always annoy people you don't know?" As irritating as Santana found the conversation, she was intrigued by Brittany. Most people drop conversation with her when she pulls the bitch card, but Brittany's smile hadn't even faltered in this slightest.
"I'm not annoying you. We're best friends!"
To say Santana was speechless was an understatement. She was dumbstruck by the blonde's statement. How in the hell did this girl pull best friends from the conversation? Before she could respond the bell rang and Brittany jumped to her feet and stood beaming at her, clearly waiting. Santana stood and started walking at a brisk pace, hoping to lose the persistent blonde. No dice.
"What's your first class?"
"World Geography."
"Oh, me too! This is so exciting!"
"Very." Santana couldn't have laced that word with more sarcasm if she tried, but instead of catching it, Brittany looped her arm through Santana's and started pulling her in the direction of the class. Santana hoped this was the last part of the day where she would have to endure this bizarre girl.
As soon as they were seated in class, next to each other at the blonde's insistent when Santana tried to sit on the opposite side of the room from her, Brittany said, "Let me see your schedule!" Santana handed the paper over and felt her heart sink as the blonde squealed in obvious delight. The happiness couldn't mean anything good as far as Santana was concerned so she was slightly prepared to hear, "We have the same exact schedule! We get to spend all day together!"
"Awesome."
"I knew you'd be excited!"
As Santana was sitting there, preparing her next sarcastic comment, a thought dawned on her. Why was she entertaining this girl? Even though the blonde wasn't catching the sarcasm, she would surely respond to a direct statement. With the thought fresh, she rounded on the other girl and opened her mouth to tell her to fuck off, only to be met with that same, beaming smile as before. The original words got lost in her throat and she ended up asking Brittany for a pen instead. All Santana could think was how in the hell is she going to make a bad girl image with this girl around.