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Just a little chapter to move it along, but the next one will be bigger. I promise (:
"How adorable," someone said. I yawned and sat up, careful not to move Rhys. I recognized that voice.
"Don't you knock?" I asked. My voice was raspy, partly from sleepiness, but mostly from crying.
She shrugged. "Not usually."
"Well, you should start," I told her. Again, she shrugged. I rolled my eyes. "Will you please shut the door?" I layed back down. I don't feel like dealing with the world today.
"Your mom wants to know if you're going to school. It's Friday," she leaned against the frame of the door. I groaned, so she chuckled.
"I really don't want to," I admitted.
"Not that I care or anything, but Verons' having a pop quiz today. You might not want to miss it," she crossed her arms. I turned to look at Rhys when he started stirring. "He's cute."
"Thanks," I yawned. She smirked.
"I said he's cute. Not you. Breakfast is ready, come down soon," and with that, she was gone. The door closed behind her.
"Quinnie," Rhys yawned. I immediately wrapped my arms around him. "I'm so sorry, Quinnie."
"Sh, it's okay," I assured him. I lied to him. This wasn't okay. Not even a little bit. The two of us just layed for a little, then his stomach growled. "Hungry?" I giggled. He blushed a little, and nodded.
"Where did you get those clothes from?" He asked me once we were standing. I'm not surprised he noticed, normally I wear nightgowns. Now, I wore a black t-shirt that looked like it was cut so that it would barely go past my hips. If I raised my arms, my belly button would show. The gray sweats were a little too big, so I rolled the waist band.
"Santana let me wear them," I said as he linked our fingers.
"They look nice on you," he looked up at me and smiled. I laughed and brushed his hair out of his eyes.
"I think it's time for a haircut."
He shook his head, "No, I want it to be long like your's."
We walked down the hallway, admiring the pattern on the painted walls. There were pictures of the Lopez's, but none with a man. Unless you count a small boy, who couldn't be much older than Rhys. We wandered through the halls, turning at random points.
"Quinnie, where are we going?" He giggled. I shrugged.
"The kitchen, if we ever find it."
"Are you lost, Miss. Fabray?" A woman asked. I shook my head, but Rhys nodded. "Are you trying to find the kitchen?"
"Yes," I cleared my throat.
"Will you allow me to lead the way?" She smiled. My ears grew warmer, along with my cheeks. I nodded, and followed her as she walked away. We ended up going down a beautiful staircase. "Here we are," she said. Soon, I was approaching Maribel, my mother, a small boy, and a much more recognizable Santana. She wore a black beanie, a blue leather jacket, and black lipstick.
"Good morning, sweetie," my mom smiled weakly. Obviously, she thought this was just a dream she would wake up from any minute now. I don't blame her.
"Morning, mamma," I said. I kissed her cheek gently, then let Rhys do the same. "Good morning, Miss. Lopez," I said to Maribel.
"Quinn, mija, you're going to be staying for a while. You may call me Maribel," she smiled. I nodded. "Mijo, introduce yourself," she nudged the little boy. He had a Mohawk. It wasn't gelled up, it rested on his forehead.
"I'm Leonardo," he smiled cheekily. He has Santana's smile.
"Quinn," I told him.
"Nice to meet you, Quinn."
"Likewise," I grinned. It was a small smile, but probably the first real one since yesterday.
Santana placed a plate of french toast in front of me, but she didn't look at me. "I'm out. Bye mami," she pecked her mom's cheek, then ran her fingers through her brother's hair, "Leo, I'll see you tonight." She left without a word to me. Not that I mind. I ate my food in silence.
"Why are you so late?" Brittany asked me. I shrugged. The news about the fire has spread through the school, most people were apologizing to me. Like they did it, not my eight year old brother. "Well, are we going to cancel that extra practice today?"
"Why would we?"
She shifted uncomfortably, and pushed the salad around her bowl. "I thought maybe you didn't want to deal with it today."
"I always work out to get my mind off of things," I reminded her. She nodded.
"Right."
The Black Jacks walked by our table, staring vacantly forward. Not at us. Santana glanced at me, but looked away just as quickly. "Since when do they eat in here?" I asked. Sam stared at them with a clenched jaw. Blaine rested his hand on the blonde's shoulder.
"They don't," Blaine said. Sam nodded, so Blaine moved his hand. "At least, they haven't. Not until today." We watched as they picked a table near the back of the cafeteria.
"As long as they don't try to take over this table, I don't mind," Sam breathed. I nodded.
"I guess that's fine." I just don't want to confront them. At least, not Santana. I wonder if she's told them yet.
Brittany walked beside me to Cheerios practice, per usual. She was talking about the new Irish boy, "He's an actual leprechaun," she says to me. I arch an eyebrow, but before I can ask her to elaborate, I'm interrupted by an awfully familiar voice calling me.
"Fabray," someone said from behind us. Brittany and I turned on our heels and faced Santana. "I need to talk to you."
"What do you want? I have practice." She glanced at Brittany, then back at me.
"I just need a minute," she said. "Then you can go."
I sighed. Whatever she has to say, it must be about our current situation. That can't be said in front of Brittany. Sweet as she may be, she can't hold a secret. "Okay. Britt, I'll be right back." I walked away with Santana before she could reply.
"Alright, blondie. My mom told me it was rude of me not to offer you a ride to school. So, if you ever need a ride, you can ask me. Alright?"
"I have a car," I huffed. She rolled her eyes.
"I'm not stupid. Geez, I'm just being-"
"Nice?" I crossed my arms. "What's happening right now doesn't change anything. I still don't like you, you still don't like me."
"Whatever."
"Whatever," I cut my eyes at her. "Why don't you just go under the bleachers and perv on the Cheerios with the rest of your group?"
"That's not what we do under there," she pointed. She was so nonchalant about everything. The way she dusted my insults off of her shoulder like they were nothing really irritated me. "But maybe I'll take that suggestion."
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