I hear footsteps around me, stomp, stomp, stomp, accompanied by the throwing back of the curtains; turning my room into the fiery pits of hell. I respond by burying my head into my pillow and groaning.

"Santana! I've been screaming at you for the past 20 minutes, get your ass out of bed!" my mum blares at me before removing the pillow from my head, and yelling "NOW!" in my ear, startling me awake. You see now where I get my sunny disposition from?

I quickly hop in and out of the shower, climb into my Cheerios outfit and make my hair and face presentable before essentially throwing myself down the stairs.

"Good morning Mija" my mum announces as she sets down a plate of waffles before me. I snarl in response. It is way too early to attempt to be civil.

"So how did your first tutor session go yesterday?" she continues.

"Fine." I respond.

"You have such a way with words." she announces whilst rolling her eyes.

"Well what did you want me to say..."

"I don't know, something, anything, sometimes I feel like I barely know you." she replies as she turns around to face the array of dirty dishes.

I quickly take another few bites of waffle, grab my books and bag, and kiss her on the cheek from behind, adding "Well now isn't the time for a heart to heart." before escaping to the car.

Don't get me wrong, my mum is amazing but she's one of those "Let's talk about our feelings." type of people whilst I like to think I'm dead inside... which I'm not but everyone else doesn't have to know that. High school is a shark tank - show any sign of weakness and they'll eat you alive. So to maintain my position as top bitch in this school I've learnt to act like I don't care and to not let anyone in. And that's been easy... so far.

Mysterious tutor girl from yesterday still has me all tied up in knots, but that's crazy, i just met her and I don't know anything about her. So how is it that I couldn't get to sleep last night thinking of her adorable scrunched up face (yes I said adorable let's move on from it.) Even from our brief encounter I could tell that I've never met anyone like her before; there are 2 types of people I usually meet those who think I'm a bitch and those who want to do me despite me being a bitch. This girl actually seemed to like me, actually like me, despite me introducing her face to a door.

As you can tell I might have a few... not straight thoughts. But come on what teenage girl hasn't, I'm 16 and I'm hot, why shouldn't I go wherever the mood takes me, doesn't mean I'm gay or anything. But it also doesn't mean that anyone has to know about these thoughts - kids will use anything against you to try to single you out.

Once I got to school the day carried on like any other; the same people, the same classes. Do you know the way if you're really looking forward to something and you're counting the minutes until it happens that the time drags in? Well that was happening to me big time. I just couldn't wait to see my mystery girl again, and see if she's as amazing as I first thought.

I was to meet blondie at the cafeteria at 4, so I guessed that was where she would be between school ending and then. I guessed wrong. I was organising the girls into a series of contortions, trying to perfect the routine for sectionals coming up when out of the corner of my eye I saw a mass of glowing yellow.

There she was, mystery girl, sitting there all innocent and pretty on the bleachers watching the routine. I would count myself as confident and outspoken but all of this vanished into nothing with the blonde's arrival, I was in a silent trance, staring at the scantily clad girl. I was shook out of this by a series of girls screaming "Santana!" at me to get my attention "What... What's wrong?" "The girls were wondering if the routine they just did was okay..." Quinn, my second in command says to me. "Great!" i say with a smile "Take 5 girls and we'll go over it once more before leaving."

The girls all disperse, taking in water or lying collapsed on the ground. By now blondie has taken she out what looks like a textbook and i feel no longer on show. Quinn comes over with a smile on her face "What the hell was that?" she asks. "Nothing." I scoff at her. "Come on I know you too well for you to give me that crap..." she says whilst diverting her attention to where I had been staring just moments earlier. She turns around to me with an eyebrow raised and a smirk on her face "Ooh who's that then?" "Umm... what, who... I have no idea what you're talking about." I reply unconvincingly. "So you're trying to tell me you weren't just staring at that really how girl over there…" she responds with a knowing smile.

"Fine!" I groan quickly catching her up with what has happened.

"Ooh I think someone has a crush on someone." Quinn teases.

I've known Quinn since we were little, under all the popularity, make-up and snarky remarks we are the same two insecure geeky little girls. It was nice to have someone to confide in – I tell her all my secret thoughts about girls and she tells me all about her long-term boyfriend Noah. Despite all the love we have for each other it doesn't stop me from teasing her and vice versa.

"I do not have a crush!" I whisper to her, yet still yelling at the same time.

"It's just nice to have someone actually nice to talk to for a change." I add with a smirk.

"HEY! I'm nice…" Quinn replies pretending to be insulted.

"Yeah…" I say turning around and walking away before turning back to add "But you're not mysterious blonde girl nice." With a smirk.

Quinn bounces up behind me, linking my arm as we walk, whispering in my ear "You've totally got a crush."

I stop and look in her eyes with a smile before announcing "Let's get back to work ladies!" Whilst secretly contemplating what Quinn has said; that maybe, just maybe Santana Lopez actually has a real life crush.