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The lunch bell rang and everyone stormed out of class. I went to the cafeteria and sat at the table where Marley and Blaine was. It was Thursday and I was kind of worried and happy because nobody had thrown me a slushie all week. I think they're going to surprise me later or something. Sam and Artie arrived with their were talking about World of Warcraft. Marley and Blaine were talking about how cute Jake Puckerman is and I didn't want to join neither conversation. I scanned the room, looking for Brittany. She was supposed to be here right now. After her first day, she started eating with us. Okay, it was only two days, but I think I could already call her my friend, right?

I saw a bunch of cheerios entering the cafeteria and Brittany was with them. What the hell? So, Monday she was really auditioning to the cheerios? That's way she was with that red uniform? Ugh, I hate that uniform, but when she wears it, it's so sexy. Her legs are awesome and that skirt is such a turn on.

She approach our table and sat down "Hey guys. I joined the cheerios see? Yay!" she clapped her hands

Artie had a funny look in his face, was something between confusion and panic. Marley's mouth was hung open and she didn't even blink. Sam and Blaine were looking at each other wondering why she was sitting with us and not with the rest of the cheerios.

Before we could say anything, Quinn approach us and asked her "What the hell are you doing there Brittany?"

Brittany was confused, probably she didn't know that cheerios don't talk to nerds. Unless if it were harsh words. "Hm, I'm sitting with my friends?" it came out as a question, as if she was doing something wrong, and in Quinn's point of view, it was.

"Ugh, Brittany you're so stupid." Brittany looked down at the insult "When you become a cheerio, they stop being you friends. And you are definitely not their friend. Now, you are our friend. Get up, and come sit in our table." The cheerios was standing there, next to our table, with crossed arms and glaring at us.

Brittany looked at me and I said "It's okay. You don't need to sit with us every day, you can sit with your new friends if you want to."

She gave me an apologetic smile and muttered "Sorry" she got up and walk away with the rest of the cheerios. Quinn shot me a glare over her shoulder and I swear if glares could kill, I would be dead right now.

My relationship with Brittany had only gotten better, and it took only three days! We've already switched phone numbers, we're always joking with each other and I'm not that shy anymore, I learned that Britt isn't shy with me because of the things she always said. Yesterday she said she like the smell of my armpits. I blushed furiously, it was weird and Sam and Blaine wouldn't stop laughing. But now that she'd joined the cheerios I don't think our friendship can get any better. Quinn and Kitty won't let her talk to me again when they're together. And maybe she'll start to care about status, just like the other cheerios, and stop talking to me and my friends. I definitely don't want that.

When I got home, my mom was still at work. I took a shower and laid in my bed with my computer rested in my stomach. I checked my facebook page, but there was nothing really interesting there. After a few moments a felt something vibrating under me, right in my ass. I took my phone out of my back pocket and read 1 new message: britt

From britt: watcha doing?

I chuckled because I wasn't expecting such a silly text. People don't usually text me wondering what am I doing in a Thursday evening.

To britt: nothing, I'm actually bored. Just laying in my bed

From britt: Are u touching yourself?

What the hell. What. The. Hell. I blushed furiously and typed a message quickly

To britt: what? no! why would you think that?

I know I was alone in my room, but I was so embarrassed. Truth be told, I have never touched myself. I don't even know how to. I've never really felt like doing it.

And I know I should be getting used to her weird questions, but this is really inappropriate. God, I put both my hands each side of my face and my cheeks are so hot. I felt another vibration and took my phone to read the text.

From britt: well, when I'm bored I always touch myself. u don't need to be shy. It's not like u don't do it.

No, I don't.

To britt: hmmm, I don't.

That conversation was getting to intimate. My sexual life – or lack of sexual life – it's my business and I'm really, really uncomfortable talking about sexual things. I could have ignored the last text. Now I can't stop thinking about Brittany touching herself. And I felt something stir in my lower stomach.

From britt: what?! No way, how old r u?

To britt: I'm eighteen in two weeks. and please lets change the subject

Please drop the subject, why the hell are we talking about masturbation?

From britt: eighteen yo and you never ever have an orgasm? Oh poor you.

I could imagine she giggling. After that last text I stopped replying. I didn't want this conversation to go on. And I was too embarrassed to try talking to her again in the next four hours.

My mom arrived later than usual and I went downstairs to greet her.

"Hi mama, how was work?"

"Exhausting. I need a vacation." My mom is also a doctor, but she doesn't go in conferences like my father. She likes staying home. But still, she works too much "Honey aren't you sad?" She looked at me, with a hurt look.

I pouted. "Why would I be sad mama?" She's so confusing sometimes.

"Well, I just realized that your birthday is in two weeks, and your father won't be here in three. He's going to miss your birthday again." Again.

"Hum, I wasn't thinking about it, but now that you have mentioned it, yeah. I am kind of sad now." I know my dad loves me and work so much so I can have a lot of nice things, but sometimes I wish he wasn't such a workaholic, I miss him too much.

"Well, at least you can call him and him to bring you a nice birthday present." My mom smiled at me. I know she was trying to make thing easier but it wasn't working. I think she felt guilty for reminding me. She realized my scowl it and change the subject "Okay, humm. How are your friends?"

"They're fine. Artie's still in a wheelchair, Marley's still have a big silly crush on Jake, that we don't even talk to and it's not even that cute, Sam still have big lips and Blaine's still gay. Oh and I made a new friend. She's new at school. Her name is Brittany." I think my smile talking about Brittany said too much, because she was smirking now.

"Is she cute?" she asked me with a knowing smirk

"She's really pretty" I said shyly and my mom giggled

"Okay, but before you two start doing the nasty I want to meet her."

"Ugh, mom!" I hide my face with my hands and she went to the kitchen laughing. My mom is such a dork.

The next day at school, Brittany was in her locker - which is next to mine, fucking coincidence right – with her red cheerios uniform, when she saw me, she smiled and waved.

I smiled and waved back "Hey Britt" I said stepping closer to her. I opened my locker I got a few books out.

"Hi San, I'm so sorry about the girls yesterday. I really wanted to sit with you, but I also want to make new friends, and cheerios looks like the perfect opportunity" She looked at me and bit her lower lip.

"That's okay B, you can do whatever you want to" she nodded while I said that. And suddenly, her face got a bit red and she started chuckling "What's so funny?" I asked her because I was confused.

"Were you serious when you said you never masturbated yesterday night?" she said it quietly but it seems like the whole school had heard, even if everyone was in their little bubble away from us. I blushed and looked away, uncomfortable about the fact that she remembered ours conversation.

"Can we not talk about it? It's something private" my voice was shaking because I was really embarrassed, if she wasn't so close she probably wouldn't hear it.

"No way! You never were curious enough to know how it feels?" Of course I was, but I had no idea what to do.

I mumble something so quietly that she doesn't understand and she started giggling "What the hell did you say, S?"

I whispered louder, but it was barely louder than before "I have no idea what am I supposed to do"

She giggled one last time and open her mouth to say something when the bell rang. God bless this bell.

I was sitting in the table with Sam, Artie, Blaine and Marley. We were laughing at Sam's ridiculous imitation of Sean Connery when I saw Brittany taking a sit at the cheerios table. She noticed I was staring and gave me a wink.

I smiled at her and I really wished she was here with us. But that's never gonna happen while she's in Quinn's or Kitty's company. I know she likes being a cheerleader and she loves to dance. And in Cheerios she can get great scholarships. And she said she wanted to make friends. I can't complain if she is happy. Although "happy" seems a big word for this situation.

I turned back to my table and Blaine came to sit next to me "Hey S"

"Hey Blaine. You okay?"

"Yeah, how about you?"

"I'm fine. So, hey there is a fair a few blocks of here and I think we should go this weekend. Especially in the haunted house" I love those fairs, Blaine and I used to go almost every day as kids.

"Of course! Last time we did, you screamed like a baby "he laughed, shoving lightly my shoulder

"I did not!" I totally did. It was scary as hell but that's why I like it so much. We both started laughing at the memory. I didn't realize how much I missed those fairs.

We invited Sam, Marley and Artie. Marley doesn't like going to the fair so she just grimace and shake her head. Artie looked at his wheelchair and said he couldn't, but it was okay because he had a Halo marathon to win, which I doubt he's going to. Sam grinned and high-five us saying "Hell yeah I'm going!" and started laughing.

After a moment when we stopped laughing, he got all serious and said "I think I'm going to ask Brittany to come with me. Did you think she'll say yes?" whaaaat? No, no, no, no.

"Why are you going to ask her?" I asked him, it was a bit harsh, but who cares. I don't want Brittany to go with him. I just didn't know why.

"Because I like her and I think she likes me. And if I was lucky enough, she may let me kiss her. She's really beautiful and she's in the cheerios now. Maybe if I kiss her, the rest of them will be nicer to us" That's the most stupid idea ever.

Ugh, she can't kiss him. With his huge lips he can swallow her head or something. Was it possible that I was jealous? Maybe, but I don't want her to go out with Sam. I mean, she was my friend first. I want her to be with me, not with him. And she definitely don't like him the way he thinks she does.

I had to say something "That's a stupid idea Sam. You're gonna ask her out because she is kind of popular now? It's not gonna work"

"It's not just because she is popular. It's because I like her and I would like to be more than friends with her." He was blushing when he said the last part. Well, who wouldn't? it's obvious that she is gorgeous but he need to stop thinking she wants him at the same way.

Blaine noticed I was jealous and he half whispered half chuckled in my ear "Stop being jealous, if she say no you can ask her"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I frowned at him, I could play dumb.

"Oh, you know" Yeah, I do. But I'm too stubborn to accept it aloud. I just huffed and looked at Brittany over my shoulder. She was eating chips and laughing at something Noah Puckerman was saying. Her eyes passed mine and she realized I was looking. She smiled and blew me a kiss. She didn't even noticed Sam.

There's no way she's saying yes to that trouty mouth.

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