Hey guys! Hoepfully you liked the first chapter ,and sorry it took awhile for a second one. And again sorry its short but if it makes you feel better im gonna post another chapter tomorrow to make up for the shortness of this one. But I wanted to get this one up so you guys know I'm still writing. Let me know what you think!
Chapter 2:
I didn't even realize it when I pulled into my driveway because I was so lost in the memory. Needless to say I had so much on my mind when I got home. It felt like I hadn't managed to catch my breath since Brittany walked in that gymnasium door. I headed upstairs after a brief conversation with mi abuela, and locked my bedroom door behind me. Today was such a long day, but for some reason I was wired. I had a huge desire to go out and do something instead of stay in for the rest of the evening.
I considered picking up my phone and calling Puckerman to see if anything interesting was going on tonight, but I decided to get a shower first. I wish I had Brittany's phone number so I could call her. As I took a shower I thought about what I would say if I did have her number. I'd have to come up with a good excuse for calling her, like to talk about her routine or something. I could definitely pull that off because her routine was absolutely amazing.
Whenever I close my eyes I can see it playing in my head again and again because I was paying such close attention to every detail. I could then casually bring up the idea of us hanging out that night because I was incredibly bored to death. Would she take it weirdly if I asked to hang out on the first day we met? No way, this girl was different from everyone else. She wasn't a stuck up and complete bitch. Which is the complete opposite of me because I hate everyone, and I define Bitch. But Brittany was an exception to that. I liked her, and I really just wanted to know everything about her.
I snapped myself out of the daydream of calling Brittany and got out of the shower. I got dressed into something simple. Shorty jean shorts and a red boy tank. "God I'm a hot bitch." I said aloud as I looked in the mirror. That's a huge benefit of being Latina. No one looks better in red than I do, no one. Whenever anyone tries to pull it off I laugh in their pathetic little faces. You should see the looks I get. Every girl at McKinley envies me. Good, they should.
My Iphone chirps at me, letting me know I had text messages, and I remind myself to look at it when I'm finished getting ready. It was probably just Puckerman trying to hook up with me tonight. Which is perfect because I want to go out. He will be sorely disappointed though, because I am not sleeping with him. Not tonight. I just don't feel like it. I'm too distracted for that, but I won't tell him why. I'll just tell him I'm too tired from Cheerios camp, and that his right hand will have to be his fuck buddy tonight.
I go back to forming a plan to get Brittany's number tonight. Maybe I could ask Quinn to look at Brittany's paperwork and see if there is a cell number written down. But in the end, I decided that would make me sound like a stalker and I accepted the fact I would have to wait until tomorrow to see her. I would make it a point to get her phone number first thing in the morning. A strange sense of disappointment washed over me.
What is my malfunction today? Sure sometimes I find girls unusually attractive, I mean I have no shame in admitting that Angelina Jolie is the sexiest woman alive, or that I TiVo every episode of Ellen like a boss, but it's never like this. Most of the time I can push it out of my mind by hooking up with a dude, like Puck, but I have absolutely no desire for that right now. The thought actually repulses me, and all I can think about is hanging out with Brittany. Ugh, why didn't I get her phone number earlier?
My IPhone chirped again to remind me I have messages and this time I snap out of it and look at my phone. There's a message from Puckerman, as expected, asking if we were 'raw dogging' it tonight. Ugh, he's such a pervert, and he's not even that good in bed. I was about to respond to that message with a violent comment, but then I realized I had two more messages. One was from Quinn asking if I wanted to go to a party the football boys were having.
Oh sweet summertime. It's the only time anyone would have a party on a Monday. This excited me because it meant I could blow off Puckerman all together and go with Quinn. I typed a quick reply 'best offer I've had all night' and she immediately replied with 'what… no late night Puckerman? LOL' I laughed at this because Quinn and I go back and forth with Puck. Poor guy thinks he's this hot stud but the truth is we just have no better prospects at the moment. 'I'm tired of Puckerman, I need new meat.' I typed back, and she just said 'You and me both!'
I looked back at my inbox and saw I had a message from a number I didn't recognize. Oh jeez. Who could this be and what could they want. I opened it and it said "Is this Santana? Did I type the numbers in right? Because sometimes I mix up the difference between the 5 and the 2. The 8 is also very similar to the 5, so it just makes it all really complicated. So if this is Santana then Hi! And if not then who are you? "
My eyebrows furrowed, and at that moment before I could respond, or even process the strange message I had received, I got another one from Quinn. 'Btw, Brittany Pierce asked me for your number after practice today. She said you ran out and I quote 'like an antelope on crack' and that she couldn't ask you, so hopefully it was okay to give it to her. If not well then tough luck biotch. See you tonight.'
Dios Mio. No. Way. There was no way this was happening right now. I read and reread Brittany's message. It was so freaking cute, and I felt the sudden urge to just reply with endless smiley faces…and I HATE smiley faces. I felt like I was having a heart attack I was so excited. "Wow Santana get your shit together!" I said out loud to myself. But I looked up into my dresser mirror and a huge smile was plastered on my face….how did that get there? Immediately I forced a scowl on my face. There much better. But then I felt a tiny grin sneak its way back onto my face… Fine. Smile: 1 Santana: Zip.
I managed to calm down enough to pick up my phone to respond. What the hell should I say? I read her message again for like the fiftieth time and touched the reply area. 'This is in fact Santana, so you did type it in correctly. And I'm glad you did, because I was kicking myself for not getting your phone number earlier.'
I looked over what I had said for a good five minutes before I hit the send button. Did that sound too revealing? I don't want her to know I was thinking about her all day. I don't want her to know that she makes me nervous. I don't want to scare her away. This is not something I'm used to at all. Usually I'm trying to get people to leave me alone, and trying to scare people away with my vicious words. But right now I want nothing more than to bring Brittany closer. It's completely absurd.
How long had it been since I texted her back? 3 or 4 minutes? I was getting anxious for a response, and I couldn't stop staring at my phone. I decided to put it down and fix my makeup. As soon as I got up to my mirror and picked up my eye liner my phone chirped again. I dropped the eye liner and rushed over to the phone.
'Yay! What nice luck! Hi Santana! And you were kicking yourself? Why would you kick yourself? That must hurt a lot, because Lord Tubbington kicks me all the time and it hurts, and he has short little fat kitty legs, and you have long pretty people legs. But he likes to eat lots of spaghetti so I think that's what makes him so strong, all the carbs you know? '
Before I even finished reading that message, she sent another one.
'Don't kick yourself anymore okay? If you ever need anything else from me just ask, its pain free. No kicks necessary. '
I laughed out loud. This girl was unbelievable. How adorable could one person get? I replied immediately:
'LOL. Okay if I ever need anything, I will ask you. What are you doing tonight? Do you want to hang out?'
I was shocked at how smoothly that came out. Somehow I was comfortable with just asking her to hang out without putting in any snide remarks, or making a joke out of it. I sat down slowly on my bed and started bouncing my knees up and down. I could feel that sneaky grin on my face and I let it all hang loose. I didn't even bother trying to control it anymore. This was too exciting. And I was in my room alone behind locked doors. It was safe for me to smile here.
I was startled with anticipation when my phone chirped again. My knees started bouncing up and down even faster. I realized I was shaking. But wait…I wasn't cold, it's the middle of the summer. God I'm losing it, absolutely losing it. I looked down at my phone and my heart sank. It was Puck again.
'Come on baby, why aren't you responding with one of your sexy texts.' UGH. No. He's the last person I want to hear from right now. I need to stop sexting him. Yeah sure it's thrilling and all, but my sexy texts deserve to be sent to someone more deserving. Because let's face it, my sexy texts are too hot to be erased, and I hate the thought of Puckerman having my texts saved. I delete the text immediately, with no plans to respond.
She's not responding. She must not want to hang out; maybe I was too forward and quick. I started to feel panicky but then I remembered she texted me first. No she must just be distracted. I guess I'm the only one sitting here staring at my phone willing it to chirp with a text from her.
And of course at that moment it chirped. Man, that chirp sounds so much more beautiful now than it did earlier. My heart rate picked up when I looked down and saw her name in the sender line.
'Well, I don't know about you, but all this talk of spaghetti makes me hungry. Which isn't fair because Lord Tubbington cheated on his weight watchers and ate all my mac and cheese and cornflakes. So...you know a good place to eat around here?'
She wants to hang out! Yes! I leapt up from my bed and started getting my things together. I typed as fast as I could. 'I know the perfect place. What's your address? I'll be there to pick you up in 10.' I ran out my door as fast as I could, gave a swift kiss on the cheek to mi abuela, and ran to my car. This wasn't happening. I was dreaming, and I didn't want to wake up.
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