Where Can I Find Love?

Italics means someone's thoughts or brain proccess

Chapter 1

A New Kid

No One's POV

People watched as the new kid walked into the halls of McKinley High school. Heads turned wondering who this chick was. When she walked she had a sense of power to herself. The way she lifted her head showed that she had a great sense of pride, grace, and, dignity. People were dumfounded when they saw this. There were questions and whispers being passed around. Until … the Unholy Trinity, Quinn, Santana, and Brittany, walked over and stopped right in front of her. Quinn coughed.

Christine's POV

I hate being at the center of attention it's just so nerve wracking. But with the whispers included I'm starting to feel like a piece of meat.

I looked up, after hearing a cough, to see a blond with beautiful hazel eyes with a hint of green looking at me. Behind her were a feisty looking Latina and another hot, taller blonde.

Damn, they were some fine looking girls. If you're into that, which I am. That's right this girl is GAY here.

"Umm…hello," I said carefully.

The Latina spoke up, "Okay listen her chica, I don't know who you are, but no one is allowed to walk in here like they own the place. Even if they are a new kid, who name is unknown, and will be forever."

WOAH! That was H-O-T, HOT. But I still can't believe she said that. It was damn straight rude. Alright then, if this is how she wanted to play then play I would play that way.

"Well that IS a problem," is replied picking up her hand and kissing it, "My name is Christine Tran, at your service, baby."

The people around me gasped, and the Latina started to turn a red color. Oh man, I'm in big shit right now. Why did I have to let my mouth run off?

PAM!

What the freakin' hell was that for! It hurt like a bitch! Clutching my check, I looked at her and smiled at her. Damnit the girl was smirking at me.

"Don't talk to me like that," she seethed at me quietly, "or even put you lips anywhere near me, dyke."

Raising my eyebrow I shot back, "You just want me to touch you, right. But no worries this GAY gal has to get going so, ciao baby."

PAM!

What did I do to deserve this? Did I do something wrong? Well I did sort of provoke her. I looked at her. What the hell!? She was smirking at me again.

The taller blonde spoke up, "Santana don't hit her. I don't like arguing."

I thanked the gods, I didn't want to get smacked again. But at least I know her name. Santana.

"Sorry, Brittany," Santana said to the tall blonde.

"Come on," said the hazel-eyed beauty, "we need to get to class."

They walked away hips swaying as I looked their nice asses as they walked away.

RING! Damn! The bell rang and I'm I don't even have my schedule yet. I gotta hurry to the principal's office. I ran off thinking I might have an easy year this time.