Chapter 2
A/N: First of all thank you for the follows, favorites and reviews! I never expected to many on the first chapter alone :D
Second: I'm so sorry it took me so long to update the story. I needed to check loads of exams, so basically all my time went to that. Starting from now I'll have a lil more time so I'll try and update the story once a week. Maybe more often if I have enough ideas ;)
- Italics are thoughts
Also, I still don't own Glee! ;)
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Santana was putting her books in her lockers when she heard a girl screaming behind her. As she turned around she saw why; the girl's face was dripping with a red fluid that also stained her white blouse and smelled a lot like cherry. "What the hell is wrong with these kids? Throwing slushies on each other? Back in the old days we never did these kind of things. No me gusta." Santana thought as she looked on how a, definitely gay, kid came to rush the slushied girl to the girl's bathroom. In the meantime the stupid mohawked boy high-fived a big bulldozer of a guy who threw the slushy.
Ten minutes later all the kids were seated outside on the bleachers to get their first talk from the principal Mr. Figgins. He gives them the usual 'good luck' speech but also adds some slushy information. The slushies are less cold than last year because of the continuing assaults with them and also the person who threw the slushy has to clean the hallway, if he or she is caught in the act. When Figgins is done talking a woman in a red tracksuit grabs a megaphone and yells: 'Cheerio practice today at 3 o'clock sharp, be late and you're off the squad!'
Happy go get out of the sun, Santana walked to her first class. Because of her ring, or bracelet, of necklace, she was able to be out in the sun, but still it burnt on her skin a bit and the brightness of it annoyed her. She didn't need all 3 pieces of jewelry at the same time, but she figured she's better be safe than sorry, or, a pile of dust.
Santana's first lesson of that day was maths, which was so easy for her because all those years ago she learned to calculate in her head, instead of with a calculator. She still uses it though, to keep up the appearance and not be seen as some kind of miracle child who then gets a lot of attention. She wants to pull as little attention as possible to her, so she sits in the back of the classroom, minding her own business.
After maths she had Spanish, the subject that she always picks, just to see how bad or good the teacher is at it. And this teacher certainly belongs in the first group. He seemed nice allright, but his Spanish must have been the worst she ever heard from a teacher. When she introduced herself in Spanish he even claimed not to understand her because he never heard that accent!
During the introduction rounds she learned some names though: the blonde cheerleader was named Quinn, and her tall boyfriend was Finn. The other blonde was called Brittany. She already knew Puck, his slushy tossing buddy was called Dave. The girl who got slushied was Rachel Berry, which caused her to giggle because, yeah, Cherry Berry. The gay kid was called Kurt and he was seated between Cherry Berry and Mercedes, an Afro American girl.
After the introduction round the teacher, Mr. Shuester, asked them why they wanted to learn Spanish and Brittany's hand immediately shot up to announce she really wanted to be able to understand what Michel Teló was singing. The other kids were just looking for a last subject that could maybe be easy for them and just a handful wanted to do it because they thought knowing the language could help them get a job more easy.
Biology and Geography went by allright and Santana was glad that during all lessons she was able to sit alone, in the back, and not once get 'hungry'. She knew not to get happy about that too soon, still having one lesson to go. She sighs as she makes her way to Modern Literature.
Just before the bell rings a cherry smell comes pouring into her nostrils when someone sits down next to her. She assumes it's the Cherry Berry girl, but when she looks up she is met by sparkling blue eyes and stops breathing. Technically she doesn't need to breathe to live, but she still can get her breath taken away it seems.
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The girl next to Brittany looked startled and Brit doesn't really know what to do. Wasn't she supposed to sit here? Was the seat taken?
As the brown haired girl next to her keeps staring at her, not saying a word, Brittany freaks out a bit and gets up to sit somewhere else. Totally missing the other girl whispering: 'no, don't..'
A/N: I made a Spotify playlist with the same name as this fic, and will put all songs that I mention or that are sung in that list. If you have tips for songs, you can send them to me there.