"She's blonde, but as far from the stereotype as you can get. Eyes so bright they make the sun set. Whether the color gray, blue or green, they're the prettiest I have seen. Bullied, corrupted and never accepted. I'm a ninja; I've scaled those walls and got past all the defenses. Her smile, thinking about her touch and such, do something to my senses. Sometimes I think I'm not enough to deserve this much. She's so close to me, but too far to have. I can't tell her, I'd rather her be mean and laugh, but she's too accepting. So many different signals she sends, it's confusing, people say the way we talk make us more than friends. Whether she tries to be a BAMF or the girl I know, she's insecure it would seem though. I care and I listen because if she was to go a big part of my life would be missing. Don't get me started on her perfect body, if not kissing we'd cuddle, I'm the big spoon her want for it is not subtle. I couldn't even try to not love her. Before I end, you should know my love is not for one but for two. They're so similar, and I don't think I could say this to her, even with all the strength I could muster. Roses are red, violets are blue, and I think I'm in love with both sides of you. I hope someday, you would let me show you how much it's true."

"Ugh, what am I thinking it's too early to say this, even though it's all true", I thought as I deleted the text, but kept it saved to my phone. Maybe I should start from the beginning. I'm Santana Lopez and this is my love story? EW, no this is the story of how a girl, no, THE girl made me such a sappy little bitch. It all started on February, 6th.

WENDSDAY, FEBRUARY 6th

"Fuck!", I scream, as I pinch my skin and fall , when I'm trying to put my rainbow (yes rainbow, how people were surprised that I was gay I'll never know) suspenders on. "Santana Diabla Lopez, lo que acabas de decir!"(Translation: what did you just say!) my mother yelled from downstairs. "Shit", I whispered. "Nothing mami", I said back. I finished putting my suspenders on my black skinny jeans and put on my white button down and white and black stripped tie and sweater with a hood. I dress a bit dorky (understatement of the year). I hopped down the stairs and slid on the hardwood floor, only slightly bumping into the wall , grabbed my converse and went to go push up my glasses , I then realized I had forgot them upstairs. I dashed back upstairs, had to stop a minute to catch my breath (don't judge im not out of shape, just you know having breathing problems), I grab my hipster glasses(no they're not fake, I'm not that lame , I'm blind as a bat) and grab my Catching Fire( Katiniss is hot) earphones. I run out the door and hop on my skateboard (yah I'm a badass) and ride to school.

As I get to school, I prepare myself for what I know is going to happen as soon as I walk in. Sometimes I wish I wasn't right, I think as I see the cheerios coming my way. I just stand there as I feel the coldness of the slushy and I hear all the insults the bitchy cheerleaders spit out at me. After it's over and my anger has dissolved and turned into sadness, I walk to the locker room and put on my white and black ninja turtle shirt. I go through the rest of my routine of cleaning up, I try not to let it affect me, it really shouldn't since it's been happening since I was four years old. I walk out and try to beat the late bell , as I look up I see Puck , my best friend, and Quinn , the hottest girl in school also known as the head cheerleader, who sometimes hangs out with me and Puck. "Aww, I like your shirt Santana. You look really cute", Quinn says. Thank god, ethnic people don't blush. "Thanks", I awkwardly say back. Even though she's a Cheerio; she's really nice and did I mention really hot. "Sup, bitch", squirrel head says. "I don't know, slut, maybe the two inch hockey stick you hide in your jeans", I shoot back. Before he can say anything back the bell rings ….

(Ok I'm going to hurry the story up to the good part now, not that my life is interesting at all well .. not until .. she came into it.)

FEW HOURS LATER

As I get home, I realize my mom isn't home, so I do what any teenager does and put on my long Star Wars shirt and the matching boxers. I put on a little bit of Justin Timberlake and it's like someone is watching out for me because the first song that comes on is Suit and Tie. I dance around the whole house, in about an hour I get tired. I decide to catch up on some of my fanfics (yes , I read fanfiction , you have no right to judge me) , I come upon a new one called She's Going To Kill Him by Rainbow-Unicorn , weird name, but who was I to judge my name was WankyNinjaTurtles456. I decided to read it and not bragging but it took me all of five minutes to read (pfft no I'm not a nerd just you know educated). All I could think was who is this perfect person; they had the right amount of sarcastic humor and actually knew how to write (unlike this author… I mean what, who said that?). I rarely leave reviews, but I felt like I had to. So I decided to write something simple…

AN HOUR LATER

"Why in the hell is this taking me so long", I thought. "Ok I got this I'm just going to write, I think I'm going to like this story, it's not that big of a deal", I think to myself.

Little did I know something so simple was going to change my life forever?

I hope you liked the first chapter, if you did review or follow so I know some people want me to continue. This may or may not be based off a true story. Pfft even if it was true, no ones that nerdy or dorky. Ha well not me.*coughs* um well until next time. – This dorky author