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A/N: I want reviews damn it! But thanks to those following and favorite-ing.

Even Satan Has A Soul

Ch. 2: Can't Make You Love Me

Lemme asks you this, what do you think should happen to someone if they assault you? I feel it should be death by fire if your touch my face, or at least some type of punishment, right? Then can someone please tell me how the Grilled Cheesus that bimbo got off scotch free while I get after-school detention! I'm pulling the racism card and as soon as they give me back my phone I'm contacting my lawyers.

It turns out the harlot is the class president and probably waxing the floors of the principle's office with her knees. Speaking of which, Principle Snyder has the biggest wedgie up his ass if I ever saw one and makes Trump's toupee look natural.

A few minutes after the bell rang for the afore-mentioned detention, the door opens again and all eyes fall upon the late student.

"Ah, Mr. Puckerman, you decided to show up today. How delightful." The old hag in charge drips sarcasm like a cheap coffee maker.

"My name is Jake, you prune!" Everyone in the room heard him except for the teacher, I'm pretty sure she hasn't turned her hearing aid on. Jake takes the seat next to mine in the back and I look at him with curiosity.

Although I'm the same age as Puck, I've always been closer to Jake. He was the sweet one that could throw tantrums just as bad as mine, we understood each other well. Lately though, he never wants to talk to me or spend time with the family. He's always gone or locked in his room and it's starting to irritate me. I miss my male version mini-me.

"So, what you in for?" I ask him when the dinosaur isn't looking.

He looks up from his bag on the table and just stares for a second, probably wondering if he should lie or not. "Throwing a music stand. You?"

"Slapping a hoe." Jake tries to hold back his laugh but it's there. This is the most pleasant interaction we've had in the week that I've been living down the hall with him.

"So did you slap yourself? Cuz you've got a nice big red mark still on your face." Traitorous bastard, to think we're family.

"Haha, no. I had to slap the hoe that slapped me. You should see her pale face, slapped so hard I left fingerprints." My victory is short lived when the bag of wrinkles tells us to quiet down and gives us a creepy stare with those lifeless rat eyes. The rest of the hour is spent in near silence, I keep busy by defacing the ancient desk and every time I look at Jake he seems to be in la la land.

"Alright you ungrateful hooligans, hour's up. You may collect your phones now and begone." Everyone rushed out but Jake was able to beat them all. I tried catching up to him, even called his name, but he didn't stop running down the hall.

"Shit!" I muttered, Puck was supposed to tell him that he was my ride home, obviously didn't. I make another mental note of 'Reasons to Punch Puck' and chase after Jake, all the while regretting my choice of uncomfortable footwear.


You know I'd fall apart without you

I don't know how you do what you do

Once again the sound of music is just around the corner and there's no mistaking who's voice it is. Taking a few more steps I see the door marking the gym. Pushing that open the first thing I notice are band geeks on the bleachers playing the music and a gaggle of cheerleaders in the center of the room.

Cuz everything that don't make sense about me

It makes sense when I'm with you

Anyone can tell you you're pretty

And you get that all the time, I know you do

But your beauty's deeper than the make-up

And I wanna show you what I see tonight

So it seems that Jake was all googly eyed earlier because of some chick he is serenading his heart out to right now. I must admit that the boy has got game, hopefully this girl is worth it.

I wanna wrap you up, wanna kiss your lips

I wanna make you feel wanted

I wanna call you mine, wanna hold your hand forever

And never let you forget it

Yea, I wanna make you feel wanted.

Jake had been working the cheerleading crowd and finally stood in front of just one. I had to move closer to get a good look at what was going on.

"Brittney, go out with me next Friday?"


The white she-devil denied Jake with a smile and a promise to always stay good friends. Gottas give it to her though, she knows how to keep guys wanting her. On the ride home Jake refused to talk about it and instead distracted me by bringing up the party later tonight. Puck and his' dad let them have parties out in the barn as long as no one got hurt or too rowdy. He recommended that I wear something stunning but with reasonable shoes. Apparently four-inch heels don't go well with hay.

"Hey, you ready to show the kids how to party?" Puck opens the door and asks right before I throw my hairbrush at him.

"Bandejo! Knock before barging in." Lucky for him I'm already dressed.

"Ok, I'm sorry! You almost shaved off my mohawk."

"Believe me, I would've done you a favor." Choosing to ignore my jab he admires my attire.

"Hot Mama! If you weren't my cousin I would totally bang you."

"You disgust me but thank you." I can't help smiling, I'm a compliment whore. Ugly, fat people have no idea how exhausting it is to stay sexy. It took me an hour of deliberation to decide on this lil red dress and cute tan boots combo. "I must say Noah, you clean up well yourself."

"M'lady, your chariot awaits." Puck gives me a grin and holds out his hand. I take it and he leads me out to his truck that's already stocked with beer. The ride is short, the barn is within eye-sight from the house, and I can see Jake already building up a bonfire with his buddies. Looking around as I gracefully get out of the truck, I figure there to be around thirty people already here. Perfect.

"Puck, I believe it's time to make our grand entrance. What say you?"

"I believe so, says I." We both climb into the bed of the truck next to the booze.

"Everybody, SHUT UP!" Puck shouts and grabs everyone's attention. We are center stage. "This party is brought to you by the badass Brothers Puck and the sexy Santana." Puck starts showing me off as he twirls me and I feel the testosterone levels sky rocket. "Touch her and die. Besides that, the beer is here and this shit has officially begun. Hit the music, Bro."

Speakers from who-knows-where pound out the beginning chords of Sweet Home Alabama and Puck starts filling up cups and handing them out. There's a shy looking red-head looking at me so I flash a smile his way.

"Hey, you think you could help me down?"

"Ya, of course!" The boy is wearing a horrendous amount of green and has an accent, the un-sexy kind that makes me dub him Kermit, but I still hold his hand while I jump off the truck.

"Thanks, want a beer?" I ask politely enough and tuck the twins in securely.

"Uh, sure. My name's Rory Flannigan, by the way, if you were wondering." I study his face quickly and hand him his cup.

"So, where you from Rory?" What can I say, I'm curious.

"I'm from southern Ireland, my Ma and Pa have a goat farm there with my six brothers, but I'm a Foreign Exchange student here cuz I've always wanted to visit America. It's the greatest country to be in, besides Ireland of course, and I love the culture. Everything is so new and different for me but I enjoy it very much."

Eventually his lips stop moving but all I can do is stare for a few seconds..."Were you speaking English at all? I have no idea what you said but I'm sure it was only mildly interesting." His emotions were all over his face, he was crestfallen. It reminded me of my late puppy Jax with those eyes, the pity was overwhelmed me.

"Hey, none of that sadness now. I get it, you get all excited about making a new hot friend and the words just rush out too fast. From now on, if you can remember to slow your rolladexing tongue and give me a smile, I'll let you teach me how to line dance? How's that sound?" I throw in my own smile for good measure.

His face lights up. "Ok, it's a deal!"

Works like a charm every time. "My name's Santana Lopez by the way, if you were wondering." I joke with him and we share a laugh. "So Irish, you guna show me your moves or what?" I nod my head in the direction of the makeshift dance floor inside where a number of people already formed up in lines.

"I'll have you know, the Irish were the ones who first 'got jiggy with it.'" I laughed for real this time, I figure I'm going to keep this guy around.


The moon is huge in Alabama for some reason, its the only light we need besides the fire, and I can't believe I'm having a good time here. There's s'mores roasting, cowboys jumping off the roof into hay stacks, line dancing is actually fun, and my 0.15 blood alcohol count is helping me make plenty friends. Rory is super helpful with my beers, I keep trying to call this one blonde guy Fish Lips but I end up saying Fishsticks and everyone laughs, and then there's Sugar; who has absolutely no filter from brain to mouth. Everything out of her is either hilarious or a horrendous. I have no idea what time it is but the almost empty kegs must mean its super late.

I'm getting kind of cold, even sitting by the fire, and look around for Jake or Puck but they have disappeared. Typical Puckermans.

"Here, you can use my jacket." Stan? Sam? Cam? says.

"Thanks, Fishsticks. Have you seen where my cousins have gone?

"I'm pretty sure you don't wanna go looking for them right now. Puck should be back soon though, he made sure I kept an eye on you while he was gone. Said to yell for him if you started crying or Snix showed up, whoever that is."

'Reasons to Punch Puck' "Well no worries, I'll just walk home in the dark night, by myself, with no protection."

"I'll walk with you." "I'll walk you home!" "I'll walk you!"

Even some random dude behind me answered but he looked like a washed his face with sand paper and oil, hells no.

"Hey! Why doesn't anyone wanna walk me home? Do I have to get a boob job? Daddy can make that happen tomorrow."

"You don't have to do that, Sugar. I'll walk you home and Sam can take Santana." Is that cupid I see flying around those two or a beer induced hallucination?

"Yes, great idea! Let's get going and Melvin, I will beat you if you stalk us."

I tried standing up from the bench, key word tried. Gravity had un-friended me so Trouty Mouth slipped his arms around me to keep me from falling. We made it all the way to the porch with only one major incident and could not stop giggling and shushing each other to be quiet in our tipsy state. I'm attempting to open the door when out of no where these bright lights appeared. I must admit, my first thoughts were alien abduction, but they were just car headlights.

Driver of the car parked and got out, a feminine voice called out. "Sam, where's Rory? And who are you with?" Hmm, why so familiar? My eyes adjusted to the lights and I about shit a brick.

"Hey Britt, Rory is walking Sugar home and this is Santana. Have you two met yet?" I am unable to hold in my sarcastic laughter.

"Oh yea! We've met, hit it off right away! Almost as if an instant, physical connection. Like a slap to the face." Is that you, Snix?

Brittney has yet to reply, her eyes are fixated on Sam's arms still around my waist. Oh this will be fun. Before I could do much else, Sams phone begins to chime.

"It's Puck, they need help putting out the 'raging inferno.' Did you know beer is flammable? Anyways, I'm just going to run over there, you two can catch up." He starts off in a jog then turns and yells, "G'night Santana!"

"So, had a good time I see." It finally speaks.

"Sure did, can't say that I wish you were there, cuz I don't."

She then lets out a big sigh and steps closer to lean on the railing of the porch. "Look, I'm sorry. I never should have slapped you. Even though what you said was incredibly mean and hurtful, violence is never the answer."

"Well, the truth hurts." I just had to add.

"Santana, please!" Maybe it was the exasperation in her voice, maybe cuz she said please, or maybe it was the way she said my name. Whatever it was made all the insults at the tip of my tongue evaporate. "This is a small town, we share the same friends, heck we even live down the street from each other. I'm sorry for slapping you, please forgive me so that we can move on and at least be civil with each other."

I contemplated her words, slowly turning them over and calculating in my mind, while staring into those bright Bambi eyes. "No." I heard myself say, wondering when I decided to speak. "I can't be just civil with you. I can't forgive you. Everytime I look at you, I feel this burning that can't be quenched. You can take your half-assed apology and 'Hail Hitler!' with it, you Nazi clone."

Shocked again, when would she learn? At least I was fully prepared to get slapped again, instead she starts singing.

What is this feeling, so sudden, so new

I felt the moment I laid eyes on you

My pulse is rushing

My head is reeling

My face is blushing

What is this feeling?

It was a stretch but I remembered the lyrics and joined in. I'm the Bitch of the West and this is my song.

Fervid as a flame, does it have a name?

Yes! Loathing, unadulterated loathing

For your face, your voice, your clothing

Let's just say I loathe it all

At some point she started prancing around in full stage mode, it only angered me more how perfectly she could move.

Every little trait however small

Makes my very flesh begin to crawl

With simple utter loathing

There's a strange exhilaration

In such total detestation

It's so pure, so strong!

Ok, I figure that I can't out-dance her so I will out-sing her. I use the full power and soul of my voice that she can't hold a candle to. I can see that she's impressed, score for me!

Though I do admit it came on fast

Still I do believe that it can last

And I will be loathing

Loathing you

My whole life long!

We have come face to face with each other, with her being on a lower step, breathing hard and for some reason she is sweating. I feel my heart beating loudly in my ears and will it to slow down, this is a staring show-down and I refuse to lose. Finally, her eyes flicker away and I am victorious. I am the moment you get the final kill on COD.

"You should get going Baby Spice, you're looking a bit ragged from all the clients you must have serviced tonight. You will need all of your strength for school Monday, I've got a surprise for you." I can finally make my original dramatic exit, smirk and face intact.


A/N: I don't care if you disagree with my songs choices but If I don't get at least one review I may have to stop the story here, dammit.

Songs/lyrics used:

"Wanted" by Hunter Hayes (Amazing!)

"What Is This Feeling" from Wicked the Musical (also Amazing!)