Dear Diary,
Did I mention that it's December? December is my favorite month because it's Christmastime! I really think that everyone should be happy and merry during this time of year but unfortunately, Santana seems to disagree.
"I hate the holidays." She grumbled, at our lockers that morning.
"But, why, Sanny? Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year!"
"No, it's not. We waste so much money on buying shit that we're never going to use. The decorations are cheesy, the music is horrible, the guy who dresses as Santa Claus is probably a pedophile, which is very ironic, and everyone thinks that when families get together on Christmas, no one gets into fights because everyone's so happy that it's Christmas; but that's all a big lie, there's always that one asshole in the family who has to draw attention to himself by doing something stupid."
"But, Santana-"
"Don't, Britt. I'll see you after homeroom." She said, walking away.
I frowned and sulked all during homeroom. I'm determined to make Santana love Christmas, diary. So after homeroom, I went to my first class, chemistry. Santana had geometry first, which made me sad because we only have three classes together. Anyway, I'm going to skip a couple parts in my day because they weren't really important. But, at the end of the day something did happen. So, I'm standing at my locker and Santana is no where to be seen. The hallway is pretty crowded when all of a sudden I feel someone smack the back of my head. I turned around, confused. Behind me is Kevin McDonalds. Yep, that's his real name. He's shorter than I am but he's wider and more muscular than me.
"What was that for?" I asked, confused.
"Shut up, you fucking moron." He snapped.
I furred my eye brows together, confused.
"What did I do?"
"Did I say you could talk back to me?" He asked, shoving me against my locker.
A crowd of people had gathered around us.
I shook my head.
"That's right, retard. God, your so fucking stupid, Brittany. How do you even remember how to walk?"
My bottom lip trembled and my eyes filled with tears.
"Go kill yourself, ditz." He lifted his right hand, ready to smack me across the face. I flinched on instinct when all of a sudden, someone ran into Kevin sideways, knocking him to the ground. I looked down to see Santana on top of Kevin, clawing at his face.
"WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM?!" She yelled.
"Somebody get this pyscho slut off of me!" Kevin begged, but no one dared to come towards Santana.
Santana lifted her right arm, balling her hand into a fist and smashed it against Kevin's face.
"Mother fucker!" He yelped, covering his face with his hands. Santana had given him a bloody nose. I stood there, speechless.
Eventually, Santana got off of him and waited for Kevin to get up. Once he did, Santana grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards her and said "If you ever touch Brittany again, a bloody nose will be the least of your problems."
He backed away, "Crazy bitch."
She rolled her eyes and turned towards me, "Brittany, are you okay?" She asked in a soft voice.
I nodded, slowly.
"Did he hit you?"
I shook my head. "He hit the back of my head and shoved me against the lockers and called me some mean names, but that's it."
Santana sighed. "I'm sorry, Brittany. He won't do that again."
"But, why did he do it in the first place?"
"Because he's fucked up. He's got no friends and his family hates him so instead of solving his problems like a civilized human being, he takes it out on other kids."
"Oh." I nodded.
She put a hand on my shoulder, I melted under her touch.
"Brittany, is there anything I could do to make you feel better?"
I grinned. "Come Christmas shopping with me?"
She sighed heavily. "Okay, fine."
"Yay!" I clapped my hands together, excitedly, "We are going to have so much fun, Sanny!"
"Okay, whatever you say, Britt Britt."
I grinned at the new nickname. "Britt Britt. I like that."
She smiled and wrapped her pinky around mine and we took off.
Not only is she my best friend, diary, she's also my savior and I love her with everything inside of me.