Well that was the most boring Superbowl ever like what the heck, but so funny at the same time lol the jokes people made on twitter hilarious! Bruno Mars was AMAZING btw, ahhh love him in the half-time show! I knew the Seahawks were gonna win duh, but Eric Decker from the Broncos? Yummy ;) So here's chap 2, hope you enjoy and like it, and thank you a lot for the reviews!
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Chapter 2
I walked through the doors of the diner. I heard someone calling me.
"Morning, San." Samuel Evans said as I walked past him.
I rolled my eyes and stopped walking. I better play nice.
"Well good morning, Sam. How are you?" I said with a smile.
"I'm great. Let's walk and talk. There's a few customers, we don't wanna make them wait." He said laughing.
Stopping myself from rolling my eyes, I kept walking. I know he only wanted to walk with me to claim his territory.
"Wow, thanks." I said as we continued to walk.
"So, I was thinking, would you wanna go out to a club with me this weekend?"
Turning to him, I saw that he was serious. I quickly looked him up and down. Tan, tall, sexy. It looked like he worked out often. He has blond hair with green eyes, but I didn't know if this would even work out. I always heard around the diner that he liked me but I don't know.
"What club?" I asked as we went towards the back room where Quinn was.
"Neo. It's on Clark Street."
I nodded and was seriously considering going with him.
"So what do you say, Miss Lopez?" Sam asked in a sexy voice.
"I-"
"Santana!"
My eyes shot towards to the front door to where Brett was standing.
"Brett? What are you doing here?" I asked. Duh of course he came to eat. Focus Santana."You didn't answer my calls last night. I thought you would have called me back."
"I was busy." I lied.
He nodded and then looked at Sam, sizing him up. He wasn't looking at me when he spoke next.
"So did you at least get my message?"
I nodded.
"I did and I don't know if I can do that... I don't honestly know if you're telling the truth."
He sighed and his eyes bore into mine.
"It's just dinner, Santana."
"Hey, man. Get in line. I asked her on a date first."
I groaned. This is not happening right now. They are not going to fight in the middle of the diner. I had customers to attend. Ugh!
"Listen, dude. She was my friend before she even knew you existed. So back off!" Brett growled.
"Woah! That's it. I'm not doing this now. I have orders to take, and so do you, Sam. Get back to work. And Brett? Go back to your popular friends and leave me alone." I said as I walked to Quinn who was behind the counter watching with a smirk on her face.
"Trouble in paradise?." she said smirking.
"Shut up! I'll tell you later" I said.
"Fine." Was all she said before heading to the first table.
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After taking many orders I went to the back room, minutes later Quinn opened the door.
"Tana?"
"Yeah" I said while glancing at the clock.
"Uhm someone wants to talk to you. I know we're not allowed to let anyone in here but yeah please don't hate me." she said before letting the person in.
Hate her? I have no idea what she was talking about. When I saw the person entering the back room.
Bretton Pierce. Ugh, Quinn is so dead.
My eyes widened as I looked up to find him standing, with his arms crossed in front of him.
"What in heaven's name are you doing here?" I asked annoyed.
"I needed to talk to you." He said and took a seat in a chair that was there, huh weird.
"And you had to come in here to do that, why?"
"Because it's the only place we can talk privately"
"Maybe take the hint and leave me alone." I spat at him.
"And leave you to be pressured into dating that douche-bag? As if."
"You shouldn't even care. You always hated me."
"Like Hell! I never hated you, Santana."
"You bullied me throughout high school. I would hope you did it out of hate and not just for a past time."
"I never bullied you." He defended.
"You never stopped it either. That's just as bad."
He sighed.
"I know. And you don't think I felt like shit the whole time?" He probed.
"No! It was senior year and I thought tutoring you would let you see how I really was. And I got to see the real you. But it stopped as soon as I stopped tutoring you." I stopped and took a deep breath.
"But I thought you liked me?" He asked.
"I did. But I left all those feelings back in Texas, where I thought I left you." I said honestly.
"Don't do this, Sant-..."
"Do what? You're the one who shows up here unexpectedly."
"It's a diner Santana" he says smiling.
"But still so shush" I said to him smiling too.
"C'mon just give me a chance to explain myself." He begs.
I sighed.
"Fine. Come over tonight and we can talk." I said as I wrote down my address. I held it out to him, but didn't give it to him quite yet. "Bring pizza and pop."
He nodded and smiled. Gosh he's gorgeous.
"Meat lovers with Dr. Pepper." He said with a wink.
"How'd you..."
"I did listen to you, you know." He said.
Nodding my head I gave him the piece of paper.
"Nine sharp" I said as he opened the door.
"I wouldn't dream of being late." He winked then left.
What have I just gotten myself into?
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"You have a date! Let me help pick your outfit!" Quinn screamed as we were walking to my car.
I had just finished telling her what happened with Brett earlier.
"I'm not going out, so I don't need to dress up. Will you chill out? I'll let you help out with my outfit for the club."
"Wait, you're going to go to Neo with Sam?" She asked.
I shrugged.
"I don't see why not."
"You have Brett, Tana!" She shouted.
"I don't have him." I sighed. "We're just going to talk."
"And film a porno?" She asked.
I glared at her. Why would she ask that kind of question?
"What? It'd be hot. I'd watch it."
"Ew, Q!" I said as I climbed into my car. "I'm going home. I'll call you later and tell you how it goes, okay?"
She nodded and got into her car.
"Okay." She said then waved as I drove home to get ready for tonight.
Just talking. But I couldn't help the smile I had on my face.
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My eyes kept darting from my closet to my clock. I was trying to pick out an outfit for tonight but I was over thinking it. At first I was going to go in jeans so I'm relaxed, but now I don't know.
So I grab my phone off the end table and dial Quinn's number.
"Wear your pajamas." She said right away into the phone.
"How'd you know I was calling for that?"
"Because I know you. But seriously, wear your bear's yoga pants and your Knox jersey. You look super cute in it!" She said and I sighed.
"I don't know who I want. Sam seems nice too..." I trail off.
"Give them both a shot. Go out to dinner with Brett and go to the club with Sam. You're not exclusive to anyone, so no harm no foul."
"Okay." I say as the doorbell rang. My eyes dart to the clock. 8:55. "He's early."
"Let him wait. You get ready first." She said in a coaching voice.
"Kay. Bye." I said then threw my phone on the bed as I quickly got ready.
Not even a minute later, I opened the door to a gorgeous Brett with his cute rosey cheeks from the wind. I smiled shyly and let him in.
"I wasn't expecting you this early." I said as I hung up his coat.
"I'm only four minutes early. You can't be mad at me because I brought pizza!" He said as his eyes looked me up and down. "Are we having a sleepover?" He asked with his eyebrow raised.
"No. I'm just in the mood to be comfy and pig out on pizza." I said as I took the pizza into the kitchen and brought out two plates and two cups.
"Do you want ice?" I asked as I turned to face him.
He was no more than six inches from my face and he was just looking at me. He smelt delectable and my breathing started to increase as my eyes met his. He smiled and placed his hand on my cheek and started to lean in.
My eyes started drooping and I started leaning in too. I'd waited for this since high school.
BAM. Ice ran through my veins as my eyes shot open and I moved away from him. This caused his eyes to open and his features to show confusion.
"Ice?" I asked in a cold voice. And no, no pun intended.
"Uh, yeah." He said as he walked around the island to the pizza box.
I stuck the glasses under the ice dispenser and filled them up about half way before pouring the Dr. Pepper into them.
"You can take the pizza into the living room. I'll bring the drinks and napkins out in a minute."
"Okay." He said before walking into the living room.
Now I'm freaking out. We were just supposed to have pizza and talk. Nothing like that was supposed to happen. Ever.
So I picked up the napkins and glasses and walked into the living room.
"Here you go." I said while placing the soda down in from of him.
"Thanks." He said as I sat down and took a bite of my pizza.
"So let's talk." Brett asked after several moments of silence.
"About what?"
"You"
I raised my eyebrow.
"What about me?"
"How's it been living here? Cold, huh? I'm not ready for this change in weather."
I shrugged.
"You get used to it. I actually love the cold weather. Snow angels are my favorite." I said with a smile.
"Yeah. I can see that you've abandoned the Texans for those grizzlies, huh?" He said with a laugh. Even his laugh was adorable.
"I definitely have. My friend, Quinn, actually convinced me to go to a game with her. Next thing you know I put in a request to have season tickets." I said with a laugh.
"Woah, really?"
"Yeah. I guess the wait wasn't that long. I've had my seats for about two years now."
"You have to take me to a game! Please?" He practically begged.
"Sure. How long are you here for?"
"Permanently."
"What?!" I said a little too loudly.
"I was transferred here from my business back in Houston, so I looked you up so I knew you were here. And I thought I'd try and make it up to you." He said and shrugged.
"What makes you think I would have wanted to see you?" I asked honestly.
"I didn't think you did..." He paused. "I hoped."
He raised his head and looked at me. His gorgeous blue eyes were sad, like he was sorry for what he did. He was like a sad adorable puppy. And it made me feel bad. I had let it go when I left Texas, but he had carried the guilt with him the whole time. Maybe that's what influenced me to say what I did.
"Yes." I stated.
"Yes what?"
"I'll go to dinner with you." I clarified with a smile.
He returned it, but his face showed skepticism.
"Really? This isn't going to be like a punishment where you say yes but stand me up, right?"
I shook my head.
"No. I was talking to Quinn this afternoon and she convinced me to say yes to both of you."
"Both?" He asked.
"You and Sam."
His smile dropped of of his face.
"Why would you say yes to him?"
"Because he wants to take me on a date. You want to talk as friends. There's a difference."
"My proposition wasn't a date?" Brett asked. Amusement and sadness were present in his gaze.
"You meant it as one?" I shot back.
"Well, kind of. I really liked you, Santana. I messed that up in high school. But when I heard I was transferring here, I thought I'd give it another shot."
"Okay then. It's a date. When?"
"Friday. I'll pick you up at 7. Be ready."
"Sounds lovely." I said and took another bite of my now cold pizza.
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Yay! San is going on a date with Brett …and Sam too? Lol. This is gonna get interesting and fun to write hahaha, which one do you like? Brett right? Although both are yummy ;) Also omgosh I'm so excited for the 100th ep! And how hot does Naya looked in her Cosmo for Latinas magazine? And Lea in her Teen Vogue? Ayeee. Review please they make me happy! See you next time!
Xo Pierina.