Brittany's POV:

I starred at the closed door after her. "Bye..." I barely got out in a whisper. I turned away and looked at our two beds. My feet moved on their own without me even realizing it. Tears gathered in my eyes threatening to pour out. 'Santana...'

I fell forward into her bed and wrapped myself in her blankets my face layed lightly on her pillow and I could smell the soft bittersweet scent of her. 'Santan you are the only one that can smell like the sweet yet tired must smell that is only to addicting to me.'

I closed my eyes and imagined her figure. My heart fluttered as I thought of how her long black hair glistened in the water from the shower or how every bead of liquid that rolled off of her just made her soft skin look that much more like an unearthly angel. My right hand reached forward trying to touch the image I created in my head only to fall in an inevitable failure. I sighed then and got back up to finish getting dress. My thoughts kept straying away back to the image I had before. I sighed and shook my head.

"What are you thinking. she could never love you." I put on a black with white dotted lines fedora and grabbed my bag and helmet and ran down stairs towards the kitchen .I grabbed a granola bar from the pantry and left the house. While holding the bar between my teeth I locked the door and removed my fedora and put it in my bag replacing it with my helmet. I tied my bag to the back of my motorcycle and got on. All that was left to do was to put in my headpones, put my itouch on the first song I could find, place it on full blast, hide the wires under my cloths before starting my bike and heading to school and get lost in the music. 'Calm down. You're on your bike now. Your time now is to relax not to obsess over someone else and useless emotions. Clear your head. Soon you'll have to put on a show so everyone will think everything is okay.'

Even though I kept thinking it, I couldnt help but stress over how upset I was feeling. I slowed down and stopped at a red light.

"Hey girly you sure you can handle that thing?" Some idiot asked from a car beside me. I just starred ahead trying to ignore him. 'Come on light turn green. Turn green damn it!'

"what you cant here me or something? Or is it that you're to stupid to understand?" he asked laughing trying to show off in front of his buddies. I gritted my teeth trying to keep in my anger I was already frustrated I didn't need more drama. He got out of his car when I continued to ignored him.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to be rude to people talking to you?"

"No shes dead. Didn't yours ever tell you never to drink so early in the morning?" I answered smelling the sickening aroma ofalcohol in his breath.

"Oh your a smart ass aren't you. lets see how smart you are after I teach you some manors." He swayed to the side and the image of that night I finally escaped my father came to my head once more.

'Screw this, I've had enough already.' I got off my bike and walked towards him closing the rest of the distance that separated us. I pulled my arm back and threw as hard a punch I could manage right in his face. At that moment when my fist connected with his face all that bothered me, the jealousy, the hate, the agony, the yearning, the frustration, all released from me with that single blow and I felt completely refreshed. "Fuck yea!" I yelled shaking the pain from my hand. I smiled pleased as the other guys in the car pulled their friend quickly in the car and drove off.

"Don't fuck with me!" I yelled after them. With new adrenaline pumping through my veins and a sense of relief that was long over due, I got back on my motorcycled and rushed to the school wanting so badly to brag about this to Santana. Once I got to the school I ran towards the nurses office looking for her. I opened the door and all that excitement I had been feeling not a second ago disappeared completely and was quickly replaced with hurt, disgust and betrayal.

There was Santana looking oh so beautiful and amazing laying on the clinic bed with the disgusting and ugly look of lust and pleasure on her face. She and puck were making out him with his hand under her skirt on her thigh and her with her flirtatios smirk. She turned and saw me and thought nothing of it. she just smiled and waved. While Puck on the other hand looked at me impatiently.

"Hey Brittany whats up?" she asked casually. I swallowed my pain and put on a smile. "Oh nothing I just wanted to make sure you got to school alright." I fought the gathering tears and turned my head.

"Well I have to get to class. See you at lunch." I ran out of there and down the hall. I didnt know where I was going but I didn't care. I just had to get as far away as possible. I finally reached the doors to the gym. I kept running passing the freshmen cheerios finishing cleaning up and headed towards the exit. Thats what I needed. An exit from here. From everyone. From judgemental eyes. From unwanted emotions. From the look on her face. From want her to look at me that way. From myself. I had to run from it all. The doors slammed behind me and I ran onto the now empty football feild. I fell to my knees grasping on to the damp grass and cried more then I ever have before. I couldnt understand it. The picture of her looking like that kept appearing in my mind. She really was beautiful but in a way she looked fake. I still had my itouch on and the song drop the girl came on as to remind me of the cruel damage fate had just thrown in my face. I snatched it out and threw it to the side. My whole body became numb and I fell to the side and curled up like a baby again going completely blank letting the cool morning air and my sobbs take me away. I needed the escape.