CHAPTER 2
Brittany's POV
As I head to the newly redecorated changing rooms I find myself overcome with a newfound confidence. Unlike what I'd felt since I caught sight of the mysterious new girl, I wasn't too worried about her attending practice. After all I am the captain.
Changing into my baller shorts and Jordan's faster than ever (red and white of course, to coincide with school colours), I head out to the gym to get some more info on the newbie.
Thankfully coach Beiste was just the person to ask.
"She moved here from LA, her dad is some big shot doctor or something and came over to head up the new development at Lima General. She played point guard at her last school, and I thought we could give her a chance to show us what she's got. Hey B, go easy on her okay? I know you're kinda sensitive about this team – it's your life, I get that, but please just keep an open mind okay?"
"Got it coach. Your wish is my command"
Finishing off with my infamous Brittany wink, I notice that most of girls had emerged from the changing rooms, desperately looking for something to do. Normally we would have started our warmup by now but I can't help noticing a certain dark haired beauty hasn't bothered to show.
Since Quinn seemed to have struck up quite the friendship with the new girl I figured my best bet was asking her what the fuck the latina was playing at.
"Yo Quinnie, you seen the newbie anywhere? Not really a great start huh, late for her first practice. Well done. Slow clap it out."
"Hey, go easy on her, I said it'd be cool if she was a little bit late. She had to go get something out her car since she had too many books. Give a girl a break sh-"
Before Quinn had time to finish her sentence Santana walked through the door. Granted I'd only really seen her body from behind, this girl was even more stunning then I'd even imagined.
Her eyes, like dark hazel orbs s.
I could see myself getting lost in those
And the most perfect pair of lips. Plump enough, but not too juicy. Just perfect.
She's stopped me in my tracks and suddenly I can't remember where I am, let alone formulate a sentence.
"Keep it in your pants B, and stop making it so obvious we don't want to scare her off. Jeez, your cheeks match your shoes. Just talk to her like a normal person would and try not to embarrass yourself."
With a nudge to my side I am pulled back into reality and am able to concentrate on working out what to say.
Thank god for Quinn. (Don't tell her I said that)
"Hey, you're Brittany right? Um sorry I'm late, I had to get my shoes out the car. I did mention it to Quinn but I dunno if she passed the message on.."
Focus B, focus. Oh my god she's so fiiiiine.
"I..umm yeah that's me. Yeah, no it's cool Q passed on the message, don't worry about it - this time I'll let you off with a warning, but don't let me catch you late again, the laps are calling for you"
Letting out an exasperated laugh I gather the rest of the team. Time for introductions;
"So guys, before we start you've probably noticed that we've been joined by a new face today. This is.." I glance over at her hoping she's on my wave length.
"Santana" she splutters
Holy shit she's cute when she's nervous
"So, yeah, um Santana will be joining our practices for the time being and, depending on her skills, she might even be joining us permanently."
With that the whole team appears to be stifling laughs.
Whatever, let's get these immature assholes moving.
"5 laps to start, and you can add an extra one for every joke you decide to make me the butt of. Got it? Good. Let's go guys! Hustle!"
Quinn appears next to me as we slowly jog around the outside of the gym. We've trained together since we were like 10 so we know each other like the back of our hand, unfortunately for me though it also means she knows when I'm running faster than normal.
"Where's the fire? Or are you just trying to impress the new girl?"
Damnit, she knows me too well.
"What? No. Um. Okay fuck it Q you know I can't lie to you. She is so hot though, have you seen her ass?"
"Seen who's ass?" there's that voice again and oh shit did I just get caught out AGAIN?
I felt my blood run cold.
How long had Santana been listening to this conversation.
She laughs as she overtakes us, giving me a sly wink as she rounds the last corner.
By the time my 5 laps are over I'm clearly struggling for breath more then normal and I'm pretty certain it's 'cause Santana just heard me admit that I'd been checking her out.
What happened to playing it cool?
I let Quinn take over for the rest of practice; I can't really deal with being the centre of attention today. Especially not when every time I look at newbie my face goes an automatic shade of crimson. After various drills and a half court friendly to finish off, we're all heading to the changing rooms to shower, get our stuff, and head home.
I don't normally shower with the girls, I hate public bathrooms and stuff it just kinda gross' me out, but (and maybe I'm a perv for thinking this) if Santana's heading in then maybe I could get over this shower nonsense.
Grabbing everything I need from my locker, I head towards the cloud of steam coming from the showers.
"Wahey – captain decided to join us for shower time this time eh?" Quinn whispered into my ear as I step over the threshold.
"Oh shut the fuck up Q, she might realize it's a rare occurrence and realize I'm in here to see her. I mean.. um.. what?"
"Haha you're such a pervert you know that" she says, winking at me with a devilish smile on her face.
"Well you missed her anyway, she left straight after practice. Said she needed to finish up some paperwork in the office. I'm sure if you run you'll catch her"
This is typical Q, she knows I want to run and catch her but I'll die before I let her know she's right. I'll stay, shower, make out like everything's normal and then hopefully I'll still be able to catch Santana in the car park.
So I quickly shower and change, trying not to make it obvious that I'm in a rush, and head out to see if she's still around.
Luckily for me Quinn was right about me being able to catch her. When I got to the car park there she was – sweat still glistening on her body from practice, trying desperately to start her car.
This is my chance.
"Hey newbie, want a hand with anything?"
To my surprise she doesn't even look up.
"Uh no thanks, I'm sure it'll start eventually - it's brand new so its probably just not used to this cold weather"
Is this chick for real? Okay, time to treat 'em mean keep 'em keen I think. If I hang about any longer she'll think I'm a stalker or some shit. I'll just walk away and see how that goes.
"If you say so, don't come crying to me when you have to sleep in your car tonight."
Walk away B, walk away – she'll come to you eventually. They always do.
Santana's POV
I hate starting new schools. Thanks to my dad's job this is like the 3rd school I've been to in the last 4 years. It used to suck so much, but I guess now I'm kinda getting used to it.
The guys always stare and the girls always glare, but it's not like I dress provocatively or anything. I just always get looked at, and I don't know why. I mean come on black skinny jeans and a grey v neck with a pair of vans, that's not exactly someone's typical description of dressing for attention.
So far the day hasn't been too bad; I unloaded my millions of books into my locker and attempted to find my first class. I met this girl, her name's Quinn – she seems pretty chill. She helped me when I got lost searching for AP Sociology. She's the co-captain of the basketball team as well which is an amazing coincidence since I was thinking of trying out later that day. I guess it never hurts to make a new friend.
After a couple hours, my lessons all just seemed to roll into one. One thing I always forget is that school is school, no matter where you're attending it.
As I was heading to last period, AP Psychology, Quinn hurries to catch up with me and links her arm through mine.
"Looks like we're AP buddies" she exclaims with a light chuckle.
"It sure looks that way"
The classroom is decorated pretty cool, there are diagrams of the brain everywhere, photos of Milgram and that pervert Freud plastering the walls. There is even a whole wall dedicated to Zimbardo and his Stanford Prison experiment. I head straight for a seat in the back row, intending to blend in with the rest of the class, but before I can even make it to the first row of desks the teacher is in front of me with a cocky grin on her face.
"Hi, so you must be the new girl, Santana right? I'm Ms Peterson, how about you have a seat over here today honey?"
I can feel her practically undressing me with her eyes as I head towards the seat she'd pointed out for me. I mean don't get me wrong she's young and quite good looking in a certain, professor kind of way – but to tell you the truth she's kind of creeping me out.
Ah but she does have an exquisite ass, I'll give her that. And I can't help but notice I have a great view of it. Coincidence? I think not.
Just as I was putting my stuff out on the desk a leggy blonde all but fell through the door.
"Glad you finally decided to join us this lesson Brittany, have a seat at the back today – I gave your normal place to Santana since I wasn't sure if you'd be attending"
Oh shit I took her seat? Way to go Santana, get hit on by a creepy teacher AND steal the hot girl's seat in less then 5 minutes.
But this blonde girl, Brittany I think her name is, now she is amazing. Her legs are endless and the way she'd been running, a bit of her t-shirt was caught up with her backpack revealing a tiny glimpse of abs that look like they've been crafted by the Gods themselves. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Stop staring. Santana Marie Lopez stop staring right now before she sees you and thinks you're a freak. Well she probably already does because you're the new girl and the new girl is always a freak, but stop staring!
Finally I manage to drag my eyes away from her stunning body, but not before passing a note to my left.
S: Hey Quinn who's that? x
Q: That's B (Brittany to others) she's my best friend and the captain of the bball team. Why?
S: Uhh no reason, just don't wanna piss off the wrong people x
Q: You're totally crushing on her! Omg are you gay?
S: No way why do you think that? I mean I am gay but still.. x
Q: Because you are. Admit it.
S Fine she's cute x
When Quinn asks me at the end of class if I was heading over to practice, I had to explain to her that I was gonna be a little bit late and asked her to cover for me with Brittany.
I practically sprinted to my car, I needed to get my Jordan's but I don't want to be late for the first practice, that's so shitty. It just sucks that every new school I go to decides they need to give me about a million different text books on the first day.
After quickly changing into my kit I walk out to join the rest of the team for practice. I see Brittany and head towards her aiming to explain why I was late and pray she wasn't about to make me do any extra laps (that's the last thing I need right now). I give her a simple half-smile and watch as a bright shade of rouge seems to invade her cheeks. It's the cutest thing.
As we're warming up I overhear Quinn and Brittany talking about a girls ass. I can't hear them that clearly but I was also taught it was rude to eavesdrop so I decided to overtake, and remove myself from a conversation I was most definitely interested in overhearing.
So she's gay too huh? Sweet, at least I found that out without having to pry too much. Moving to Lima could prove to be a pretty good thing after all.
I head to the office straight after practice to grab the final load of paperwork the school wants me to fill out but holy shit, I'm exhausted. My stamina isn't what it used to be back in LA and that plus an extremely stressful day at a new school just took it all out of me. A hot, relaxing bath sounds like bliss right about now.
With all my paperwork collected and a steely determination to get home and relax - I go to start my car but nothing, not a single sound. No splutter, no cough, but more importantly no forward motion.
This cannot be happening to me. I wonder if Quinn will give me a lift home. WAHHHHH.
I hear the approach of footsteps behind me and I swivel round so I can see who it is.
Oh, hello beautiful. I mean, shit no. Keep your head down, she cannot see you, wow this is embarrassing as fuck. I bet her car never has problems starting, I've seen her old school '69 cherry red corvette in the parking lot it's probably as flawless as it's driver.
I avert my eyes and try to look busy by popping the hood and fiddling around for a little bit hoping she doesn't realise I truly have no idea what I'm doing.
"Hey newbie, want a hand with anything?"
"No thanks, it'll start eventually" I reply, mentally cursing myself for not having the ability to just be honest and talk to her like a normal human being.
After coming back with a smug remark about me probably having to spend the night in the school car parking lot, I finally see the flash of cherry red pass me and let out an exasperated breath I didn't even realise I'd been holding.
I need to get home, or get my car to a mechanics, something. Anything.
Luckily I see Quinn heading my way.
Thank god for Quinn.
I explain my predicament and she agrees to drive me home in exchange for my life story and a tour around the house of someone whose dad is a 'super rich doctor'. I can only oblige, after all I do want to get home at some point tonight.
After Quinn left there was no longer time for a bath so I sleepily made my way to bed with the intention of a good 10 hour sleep.
That was until my thoughts drifted back to a certain leggy blonde.
She's going to be the death of me I can feel it.