Notes:Special shout out to hlnwst for mentioning me in her last chapter of A Different Life. If you haven't read that, you should! Her other stories are addictive as well and my writing has been getting better because of her stories. Anyways, here is the next chapter, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own these characters (unless otherwise stated). These characters belong to the writers of Glee.
"Hi Santana." Rachel said with a frightened look on her face. Good, she's scared of me.
"Dwarf." I replied with a cold smile.
"Santana!" I heard Brittany shout over the chatter in the class room. "I have a seat next to me." She patted the empty chair.
I looked between Rachel and Brittany. Hmm, they both had the advantages and disadvantages to sitting with them. Rachel would try to be friendly to me and probably start singing. But she might actually let me cheat off her since she's so scared of me. Brittany on the other hand, would be super friendly and it would piss Quinn off if I sat next to her best friend. I took a few steps walking right past the table Rachel was sitting at and sat down next to the spunky blonde.
"Today is your lucky day Blondie." I said as I put my notebook and pen on the table then I pulled out the chair and sat down.
She was smiling at me like she was yesterday in the living room. I shifted in my seat, not because I was uncomfortable but because I'm not used to see people so happy around me. I usually made everyone miserable.
"Look I get that I'm freakin' hot but stop staring at me." I rolled my eyes.
"I'm just happy that decided to come back to school." She opened her notebook and began copying the words on the board. "You should know…" She leaned over to me whispering "Quinn is in this class too."
"Wonderful." I immediately began muttering in Spanish.
"So, your girlfriend seems nice." Brittany smiled to herself, checking the board for the next sentence.
"Audrey?" I huffed and rolled my eyes. "She's not my girlfriend."
"Oh…" Brittany's lips made an O shape before breaking out into the biggest smile I've ever seen on a person.
"Stop smiling so much, it's creeping me out." I followed suit and began copying the words from the board.
"So, who is your boy-" I was cut off with a THUD. A binder was dropped on the table in front of me.
"I see you've changed. How did your slushie taste?" Quinn's voice was even more annoying than it was this morning.
"Delicious. Cherry is my favorite." I smiled and looked up at Quinn, she was glaring at me.
"You are in my seat." She said sharply.
"Oh really?" I looked around the chair "I don't see Quinn, Paris, Barbie, Lucy, or queef written anywhere on the chair. But there is a free seat right over there next to the Keebler elf." I pointed in Rachel's direction.
I heard Brittany chuckle next to me as well as some muffled giggles from the girls in Cheerio's uniforms at the table across the aisle. Quinn was looking at me with a blank expression.
The bell rang and the person I assumed was the teacher entered the room; I peeked around the blonde standing in front of me. The teacher looked like he was in his late twenties or early thirties. He had black short hair and was dressed in a tie and dress pants, his dress shirt tucked into his pants.
"Alright class, take a seat please." He said, the room quickly quieted but Quinn was still standing in the same spot.
"Get out of my seat, Lopez!" She barked.
"Ms. Fabray, please take the empty seat next to Ms. Berry so we can start." Quinn scowled at me but did what she was asked.
"Have fun over there in munchkin land." I snickered as she walked away.
She yanked the seat from next to Rachel and put it as far from Rachel as she possibly could without leaving the table.
"Well hello class, I'm Mr. Jeremiah." He started. "Where you are sitting right now is your assigned seats for the first semester, unless the friend you are sitting next to you distracts you from your work then you will be moved." I heard Quinn groan loudly, it made me smile.
He talked about homework policies, expectations, and rules for the first half of class. At one point I was so bored that I began throwing spit balls at man hands and queef. (That was the best nick name I've ever thought of for Quinn.)
By the time the second half of the class hit, he had us working on our first assignment. We had to write a page of what we'd like to accomplish this year. Yawn. Seriously when did English become so boring? Besides, why would I want to tell a ton of losers about things I'd like to accomplish? None of them were worthy enough to know that. I stared at my blank piece of notebook paper for the rest of the class.
The bell rang and I rushed out of the classroom, I wanted the hell out of there. Brittany was quick to follow.
"So what are the rest of your classes?" She asked. I knew she wouldn't leave me alone so I handed her my schedule and she read it over. "We have P.E. together!" She said excitedly.
"Yippy." I said dully.
"And study hall which is mainly like a free period. Plus lunch." She told me as she handed my schedule back to me.
"Well I don't eat lunch." I informed her; she cocked her head to the side and lifted one of her eyebrows curiously. "At my old school..." I leaned in to Brittany's ear whispering. "I usually snuck into the janitor's closet and ate some pussy."
I saw the blonde tense up and smiled. Mission accomplished Lopez.
"Um well you can sit with me." She smiled sweetly changing the subject.
I rolled my eyes. "Sitting next to you in lunch would mean sitting with the cheerbots. No freaking way." I began opening my locker setting my English notebook in there, grabbing my history binder.
"Oh my gosh! Your locker is so boring. You need to decorate it." She looked like she was deep in thought. Sometimes I wondered if thinking hurt her head or something. I also find it hard to keep up with her when we were having conversations because she changed the subject a lot. "I put stuff I like in my locker. Like Lord Tubbington, the cover of Cheerleader Magazine I was in, unicorns, rainbows…"
"Whoa chill Blondie." I put my hand up to silence her. "Decorating my locker would be pointless seeing as I only come here to change books."
"But if you are sad, you can just open your locker and be reminded of things you like." She was smiling again.
"I know what I like, I like a lot of vagina and I like being left alone if it doesn't involve sex." I said as I slammed my locker heading to my next class.
"You know, it won't be that easy Santana." She stated loud enough for me to hear. What the hell did she mean by that? Ugh that girl was confusing.
My next class is history; I really don't care much for learning about dead people. I mean, in all honesty what do I care? Congrat-u-fucking-lations you did something productive with your life, I can do something productive too, I just don't understand why you get a page or two in a history book for screaming 'the British are coming'.
I walked in a few minutes after the bell rang; I guess I shouldn't have snuck out for a smoke in between classes.
"You must be Santana Lopez, thank you for joining us." The bald teacher looked at me with a fake smile; his teeth were severely stained yellow. He was short and fat - he actually looked like a lighter weight sumo wrestler. "Have a seat behind Noah." He pointed at the kid with the Mohawk. I thought his name was Puck or something?
I nodded and walked to the empty chair behind him. He was smiling at me like I was a piece of meat. Didn't I already tell him I was a dyke?
"You might want to get rid of that drool running down the corners of your mouth." I said as I sat down behind him.
The teacher began talking again and the boy turned around looking at me.
"Lopez? You are Quinn's step sister right?" He smiled at me.
"Unfortunately." I replied with an eye roll. Why is he even talking to me?
"I'm sorry about her having someone give you a slushie facial this morning."
"Why are you sorry?" I crossed my arms.
"Because, Brittany talks a lot about you and someone who she thinks is that awesome should not have a slushie on their face for breakfast." Puck replied.
Okay first off, what? Why does Brittany talk about me and why does she think I'm awesome? I've been nothing but mean to her since we met and that was just yesterday. Well, except for today in English, we bonded a little when I was helping her spell words like unicorn and ecstasy for her letter to the class. That was really the only time I was nice to her….oh and when I gave her a sip of beer…
"So will you?" My thoughts were interrupted by a male voice.
"What?" I looked at Puck, he was tall, muscular, and had a really good smile. But he needed to shave off his Mohawk…
"My friend Azimio is having a party on Friday, will you come?"
"Why so you can try and get a hold of the rambunctious twins that live on my rib cage?" I raised an eyebrow at him curiously.
"Actually no, even though that does sound completely appealing." He leaned closer to me. "You look like a party girl; one that likes to drink and get high. None of the Cheerio's will smoke with me except for -"
"Noah, would you like to share with the class the information you couldn't wait to tell Santana until after class?" The teacher glared at Puck.
"We were just talking about how I found the missing dwarf. Did you know there was supposed to be an eighth one in Snow White? Exhibit A: Diva Dwarf." I pointed at Rachel who was sitting in the front row. I heard laughing fill the room, it was like music to my ears.
"Don't talk about her like that." A boy in the same letterman coat as Puck glared at me. He had a completely goofy feel to him and everything about him screamed I'm a virgin.
"You better look out come holiday time Orca, because if I were her, I'd stick a stent in one of those manboobs of yours and let the blubber light the Hanukkah lamp for eight magical nights." I smirked at the kid and again heard more muffled chuckles around the room.
"Alright enough." The teacher shouted over the laughter. When it quieted down he started his lesson again.
"Nice one Lopez." Puck turned around in his chair to face me again. "This is the start of a beautiful friendship."
"Whatever you say Noah." I couldn't help but smile. I managed to make a friend who actually got my sarcasm.
"Mr. Dixon has his hands full this year." He winked at me and turned around.
Mr. Dixon continued with his completely lame lesson on some lame ass called Alexander the Great. I spent the rest of class flicking small balls of paper at the back of Puck's head. I even threw a few at the kid who challenged me during class for picking on half pint. As soon as the bell rang I gathered my things from the desk and began walking with Puck.
"What lunch do you have Santana? First or second?" He asked me.
"First why?"
"I want to show you my hang out. Plus I have some goods if you want them."
"Didn't I already tell you that I'm a lesbian?" I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Yes you did and not those goods…" He brought two fingers to his lips and inhaled. I knew what he meant after that.
"Sweet." Was all I said.
"Meet me by the football stadium at lunch." He winked at me again. Seriously why does he freaking wink at me? It's not even cute. When I went to comment on it, he already vanished into the crowd.
I made it to my locker and began putting in my combination. I never thought I'd say this but I might actually like this school. Once my locker was unlocked I pulled it open, just to have it slammed shut.
"What the hell?" I turned to see who slammed my locker.
"What were you doing talking to Puck?" Quinn demanded an answer.
"Exactly just that, talking." I began reopening my locker.
"Why?" She pushed.
"Because we were talking about how you need to pull that giant stick out of your ass." I replied in a firm voice.
"Don't talk to him Santana." She gave me one of those looks, I knew those looks. I used to have one of those plastered on my face continuously…..
"You are in love with him." I observed.
"What? With him! No!" She wasn't looking in my eyes, so I knew she was lying.
"Whatever you say, I'll be sure to tell him that on our lunch date." I grabbed my books slamming my locker and walked down the hallway happily. That will definitely get to her.
Third and fourth period were lame. I was so happy when the bell rang for lunch. Once I was outside, I instantly pulled out my pack of cigarettes and headed to the stadium in the back of the school. I lit up, inhaling the sweet taste. Being at this school was definitely not what I expected. I guess I thought people would be more stuck up so to speak. I whipped out my cell phone and opened my messages and began writing a text to my friend Nickayla.
To: Nickayxo 11:36am
You'll never guess who I found at this school…
I sent the message and took another drag from my cigarette.
"That's a good way to get expelled." I knew the voice instantly.
"Thanks Nicole. I'll try to remember that." I winked at her, her face turned red. She was actually really beautiful. Lopez, stop. She's Quinn's friend, a cheerleader. You already had one of those in your life you don't need another. Look at where that got you!
"So what are you doing out here besides killing your lungs?" She was standing next to me now.
"What are you doing out here? Looking for someone to bug?"
"Actually, I'm here to meet Puck, the boy that helped you get to the bathroom this morning."
I froze. SERIOUSLY?
"Hey ladies." He came up from behind us, wrapping one arm around each of our shoulders. "Let's go to my office."
It couldn't be Brittany who he was talking about earlier; I mean look at her! She is so innocent. I shrugged off his arm and I saw Brittany do the same, she halted and waited for Puck to get in front of us then walked next to me. Her hand just inches away from mine. I could feel small tingles running up my arms and she wasn't even touching me. What the hell is going on?!
As we walked I finished my cigarette, flicking it towards the Cheerio's practice field. I only knew which one was theirs because my mother insisted on stopping to see Quinn practice after a doctor's appointment. I wonder why I didn't notice a certain blonde with amazing blue eyes…
We arrived to a patch of woods next to the stadium; he was quickly maneuvering around branches as we entered. I saw Brittany stumble next to me so I quickly reached out catching her upper body before she face planted. That would have been hilarious Lopez! Why did you catch her?! That's when I realized that her chest was resting on my arm. I felt the area on my arm go numb, even though it wasn't flesh to flesh contact - it was definitely having an effect on my body.
"Thank you." She whispered as her hand slid down my arm to my hand where she hooked her pinky in mine. Okay now my whole arm was tingling, I kind of liked the feeling so I didn't move my hand away like I would have if it was anyone else.
"Welcome ladies." Puck smiled at us and pointed up in a tree.
"That is the super-secret hide out?!" Brittany said excitedly. Obviously this was her first time here too.
"Yeah, built it with Dave and some of the other guys. Finn stopped coming here once he began seeing Rachel." Puck shrugged.
"Wait, Rachel as in diva dwarf, munchkin, half pint…?" I huffed and then began laughing obnoxiously.
"Yeah, it's that boy that you insulted today." Puck gave me a pat on the back. "I'll go up first because it is kind of tricky footing so watch me." He gracefully made his way up the tree using different branches as the steps. Once he made it to the bottom of the tree house, he pushed open the bottom pulling himself in.
Brittany went next and my damn she was in a skirt. I found it harder and harder as the seconds past not to look up at her. If it was anyone else I would have but she was just too…..innocent.
When it was my turn, I did the same as both of them, pushing myself up and grabbing branches. I made it to the door and I felt a pair of arms grab me and lift me inside. I looked up and was surprised who it was.
"Impressive Brittany." I smiled and her and pushed the door closed sitting on it.
"Wow." She smiled at me bigger and I could have sworn I saw her blushing.
"What?" I asked confused
"You called me Brittany…"
"I guess I did." I quickly covered my tracks. "But don't get used to it Blondie."
Puck opened a small chest pulling out a green and white glass bong.
"Wait, she's smoking with us?" I interrupted what he was doing.
"Yeah she's a fucking monster. She hits harder than anyone I know." Noah smiled and pulled out a small tin and began packing the bowl.
"And you were commenting on me killing my lungs?" I scoffed.
"Lord Tubbington made me smoke with him once. I told him he needed to quit and I never got around to quitting. So I can't smoke with him anymore because he is in drug rehab. So, Pucky lets me smoke with him."
I looked at her wide-eyed. What the hell is she talking about? That damn cat again?! Puck must have noticed my confusion so he pushed the bong in my face. "Santana you go first."
I pulled out my lighter and put my mouth up to the inhale hole - I lit up the plant in the bowl and sucked in. I filled the chamber until I had no more air left in my lungs. I took one quick breath and removed the bowl from the hole and took the hit.
"Damn, you hit better than Karofsky." Puck nodded in appreciation.
As soon as I inhaled completely, I blew out the smoke through my nose. "That is some good weed."
"Oh goody! My turn." Brittany grabbed the bong and followed the same steps I did. Except - the chamber was filled up with a lot more smoke than when I took a hit. When she pulled the plug she took a deep breath inhaling every last bit of it. Puck wasn't kidding, she was a monster.
Before I knew what was happening, she grabbed the back of my neck yanking me close. She opened her mouth slowly pushing out the smoke. I opened my mouth catching it as she did. My neck felt like it was on fire from where she was touching, my body slowly relaxed and then she released my neck. I sat there with my eyes closed and mouth open, probably looking like an idiot.
"That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen." Puck shook me out of my trance and handed me the bong. Apparently he already took his hit.
"We didn't even touch lips…" I heard Brittany say, she sounded a little disappointed.
Many hits later, Puck put the bong away. I didn't even notice we stopped smoking. I saw him looking out the small window that looked like it was just kicked out "Well ladies, it looks like both lunches are over. Britt, Quinn is going to shove a pom-pom up your ass for missing practice."
She shrugged "Santana won't let her."
"It's true, the bitch doesn't know who she's messing with." I chuckled and pulled open the door and began climbing down. Once all three of us were down the tree safely, we started to walk inside.
"I got to get out to the football field. See ya later." Puck began jogged to catch up with his friends that were walking down to the field; leaving Brittany and I alone.
"I'm so high." I muttered trying to walk in a straight line. I felt like everything was moving on me and I'm freaking hungry.
"Someone can't handle shotguns with Britt." She winked at me and it made me laugh.
"I can too!" I nudged her arm.
"Doesn't seem like it." I saw her smile, god that smile - It was perfect.
Santana Isabella Lopez, stop right there.
I didn't even notice we were up to the doors of the building, Brittany had handed me a small bottle of eye drops. I quickly dropped them in my eyes. "Thanks." I said feeling her pinky link with mine. Tingles again.
"No problem, I take care of my friends."
"We aren't friends blondie." I smirked and she rolled her eyes at me.
"Brittany where the hell have you been?" Quinn stopped us from walking any farther.
"With Santana." She replied simply.
"Why?" She looked red in the face, almost like a tomato.
"Because you don't own me. I can hang out with whoever I want."
"Yeah Quinnie." I unlinked my pinky from Brittany's, I instantly regretted it but I was about to go all Lima Heights so I needed to put business before pleasure. "You know, Britt and I can hang out and you can't do a damn thing about it."
"I can rip that Cheerio's uniform off her back if she misses another practice." Quinn said as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Good luck finding someone as strong as me and someone who can shake their ass as good as I can. I make up the dance routines Quinn." Brittany smiled. "Even if coach tries to take credit for them."
"Well it's been super fun Quinn but Britts and I have to go. I love you sister." I teased then placed a wet sloppy kiss on the blonde's cheek just to irk her. "Come on blondie." I linked my pinky with hers and we walked to our next class.
The rest of the school day consisted of sarcastic remarks about Rachel and boyfriend. They were both in all my afternoon classes. I know I'm not a saint but God must hate me for putting me through that torture for the next 180 days.
When the final bell rang I was out of the school within minutes, my high was wearing off so I moved a lot faster than I did after lunch and I was actually walking in straight lines. The teachers at this school were either too stuck up their own ass to care about high students or were just plain stupid.
As I walked home from school, I smoked a cigarette and checked my phone.
From: Nickayxo 3:32pm
How about a half pint of mint chocolate chip?
To: Nickayxo 4:00pm
B-I-N-G-O and half pint was her name-o!
From: Nickayxo 4:01pm
Take a ride on the man hands express all the way to munchkin land!
From: Nickayxo 4:01pm
Do you think the wizard will send her home to the other seven dwarfs?
I burst out laughing. What the hell?! First off how did she know who I was talking about? Second, she's been hanging out with me way too much. She was pretty much my only true friend and I think that's because we were the same, except in two different bodies…if that makes sense?
To: Nickayxo 4:03pm
O-M-G Nickay, what the hell am I going to do with you?
Finally when arrived home I went into my room and began getting ready for work. I changed into my black dress pants and a white button up dress shirt. I carefully pinned my gold and black name tag on the right side of my shirt. I worked at this place called Breadstix. My friends and I came across the restaurant one afternoon when we had the munchies, come to find out my friend Nickayla was a hostess there.
When my dad left us, my mom was having trouble paying the bills so I decided to help out by getting a job. I may have come from the wrong side of the tracks, but I know how to work hard to get things accomplished. That's the only thing my dead beat dad taught me: to work for what you want in life because the reward is worth it. Nickayla put in a good word for me to her boss and a week later I was working as a dish washer. I managed to work my way up the ladder and now I'm the assistant manager and a bartender/waitress. Nickayla and I got even closer than we were before.
I really hate working with people and the customers but I know how to fake it, yes people, I don't just fake it in bed… I learned how to pretend to be nice to bitchy customers and my co-workers. Once I was ready I made my way out to my car. I would have drove that to school but there is some lame ass rule that you need a parking permit? What the actual fuck?
I got to work about twenty minutes later and went into the break room.
"Hey Nickay." I said tossing my bag in my locker.
"Rachel fucking Berry?" She was standing next to me now, leaning against the locker.
"Get this, that bitch has a boyfriend. I mean, it's not like he's gorgeous but the fact that she has a boyfriend is mind blowing to me." I grabbed my brush, running it through my hair.
"No way! Damn, I can't even get a boyfriend…and I'm hot." Nickayla joked.
"Oh please, we all know you are a dyke." I rolled my eyes.
"Speaking of, are you and Audrey dating yet?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Hell no, I told you that would never happen. I mean yeah she was a good fuck but I don't feel anything around her except super horny." I shrugged then laughed.
"Hmm who is the girl that will actually tame Santana Lopez?" The other Latina looked at me before bursting out laughing.
"No one." I replied simply shutting my locker, walking toward the computer to clock in.
"Let the night of hell begin." Nickayla smirked at me clocking in right after me.
The dinner rush didn't start until about five thirty, which brought in all the regulars who drank at the bar.
"Hi Isaiah." I gave him the fakest smile I could possibly give filling his cup with beer from the draft.
"Santana, you're looking amazing as usual." The tall, overweight man looked me up and down before sending me a smile.
"I'm in the same outfit every time you come here." I joked turning around rolling my eyes.
"Santana." The manager came out from the back door. "I'll take over here - I need you to take table fourteen."
Part of me mentally thanked him for freeing me from Isaiah's greedy eyes, but the other part of me was pissed at him for being too lazy to take the table himself. "Sure Sam." I nodded to him and disappeared into the back.
I made my way out to the front and put on my apron, going towards table fourteen. "Oh shit, you've got to be kidding me." I huffed and rolled my eyes. There was Quinn, Brittany, some other cheerios, and….Puck? What the hell? I didn't know they hung out!
I cleared my throat and slowly walked over to them. "Hi welcome to Breadstix my name is Santana, I'll be your server this evening, can I start you off with something to drink?"
"Lopez!" Puck cheered.
"Oh no way…I told you this place was bad news." Quinn mumbled.
"Sanny!" Brittany said happily.
"Hi, nice to see you all." I gritted my teeth holding back the words I really wanted to say. Which would be directed to everyone except Brittany and Puck.
"How you feeling? You were pretty messed up earlier." Puck half whispered.
"I'm feeling wonderful, now are you going to order drinks or do you need a few minutes?"
"Can I have a rootbeer?!" Brittany asked excitedly.
"Sure Britts." I smiled at her; at least I didn't have to fake around her.
"I'll have water, don't spit in it." Quinn smirked.
"Didn't even think of that until now. Thanks." I chuckled and looked at Puck.
"I'll have a beer." He grinned.
"I.D. please." I raised an eyebrow at him.
He opened his wallet and handed it to me. I looked at it carefully.
"Listen Puck, I know we are friends and all, but I can't serve to you. This is obviously fake." I handed the I.D. back to him.
"How did you know?" He pouted.
"You are talking to the girl who has about five different ones. I know a fake I.D. when I see one. Besides you are in one of my classes, in high school." I pointed out.
"Fine, I'll just have a sprite." He was definitely disappointed.
"If I could keep my job and give you a beer I would." I patted his shoulder then took the rest of the drink orders.
Once I got them all I carefully brought them back to the table placing the correct drinks in front of everyone. "Are you all set to order?"
"I'll take a salad. Coach Sue would kill me if I got anything but." Quinn said.
"Watching your figure Lucy Caboosey?" I joked. So there was a story behind that nickname, let me explain: Lucy Quinn Fabray, an overweight nerd with zits, transformed into 'beautiful' annoying head cheerleader. I know this is a total invasion of privacy but I read her diary and got the bitch back for outing me to her father after she caught me making out with Audrey in the bathroom at a Fabray family barbeque. He wasn't pleased but my mom said that if he didn't accept me, she wouldn't be with him. He loves her enough to accept me and has been kissing my ass ever since, especially since we moved in with him.
"Santana I swear to everything good in life that if you ever call me that again, you will get a different slushie tossed in your face for the rest of your life - at home or at school." Her face was red so I know she was pissed.
"No you won't." Brittany interjected. "I don't care what she says to you, giving Santana a slushie facial is off limits."
I couldn't help but smile at the blonde coming to my defense. She was full of surprises, one minute she was ditzy and silly, the next she was hitting off of a bong monster-like, and the next she was sticking up for me. Many layers of Brittany that I think I could actually enjoy.
"Who are you to tell me, your captain, what's off limits?" Quinn scoffed.
"Because Santana is my friend and you promised me my friends were off the slushie list." Brittany raised an eyebrow challenging her.
"Whose side are you on anyways?" Quinn stood up out of her chair making it fall backwards on the floor with a thud. She made sure her exit was dramatic. The Cheerio's followed her out except for one. I ignored the commotion behind me from the other tables and just smiled like a geek at Brittany. No one has ever stuck up for me like that before, granted I didn't really need it…but it's nice to know someone has my back.
"You just started a huge war Peirce. She is not happy." Puck shook his head.
"Whatever go make sure your girlfriend is okay, I'm done letting her walk all over people." Brittany said coldly.
WAIT, GIRLFRIEND? Puck and Quinn? Together? What?
Reviews: love or hate?! Suggestions? Suspicions on future chapters? I'm up for anything!
Did anyone catch my shout out to Naya's real sister: Nickayla? If you didn't before you know now!
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