Chapter 2
Secrets
Dave looked into his locker, maybe a little too long. Azimio wasn't at school today, he didn't know how he felt about that. Lately he'd been a little clingy with his friends. He knew why, his eyes followed a certain figure down the hall, he forced himself to focus on his locker again. His breath caught slightly, he hated when his feelings wanted to bubble, the only emotion he knew would top anything was his anger... her took a few deep breaths and noticed Santana was walking down the hall, he glared, she was laughing with Pierce again, his eyes narrowed even more, angry at how the girl could be all over her friend and no one batted an eyelash.. he looked at the half empty slushie cup in his locker. He smirked and tossed it at her, two days in a row... he felt... his stomach twist... why did he just do that.
"... That's it!" yelled Santana, only a little had gotten on her, but that was the last straw.
So when Dave was headed back from lunch that afternoon, he wasn't surprised to be blocked by Santana in his short cut through the old gym. He went to walk around her and avoid her completely, but she followed him, the sound of her heals clicking annoyingly on the floor as she darted in front of him, the bell ringing.
"So you mind, I'm going to be late for class," said Dave in an annoyed sigh, he didn't want to deal with this right now.
"Oh, I don't think so," she laughed, "You see, I was going to let yesterday slide, but today... oh hell no!"
"Whatever, just move," said Dave with a bitter tone.
"No," said Santana, arms crossed.
"What do you want, sorry for slushing you," he said with an eye roll, and strolling passed her, "Now move gleek."
"Keep walking," said Santana with a smirk, "And I'll tell your dirty little secret to the whole school."
"Excuse me," asked Dave, eyes wide for a second.
"Nervous are we... should be, a secret like that... well it's a pretty big one actually," said Santana, she knew she had the upper hand here.
"I don't know what your talking about," he scoffed, but his eyes faltered their confidence as he went to storm out, his hand grabbed the handle.
"You looked pretty upset when he rejected you," said Santana, "Never thought I'd see big, tough, Karofsky cry over a guy."
"Don't you say anything Lopez," Dave swung around glaring at her, but she could see passed that to the panic.
"Oh please, don't even try and threaten me, I have the upper hand. And unlike Kurt, I don't have any respect for your choice not to say anything to wait long enough for you too threaten me. I own you Karofsky, because I... have the video... With one click of a button, the WHOLE school will know," said Santana, Dave's face went blank.
"What do you want?" asked Dave, his voice almost betraying him.
"Lay off my friends and if I so much as see you even glare at one of them, your done," said Santana, shoving passed him, "AND you will apologize to me and my friends... tomorrow morning in the lunch room. Comprende?"
"... yes," he said quietly.
"Good, have a good day... David," she walked confidently out of the gym.
Santana strolled confidently towards the bathroom, her face and posture slowly falling. Her chest hurt and she recognized the feeling. It was the feeling she'd get every time she kissed Sam in front of Brittany. Guilt. She shook it from her head, she was doing this for the others... getting even with everything Karofsky had done to them... harsh as it was... it was the only thing she could do. The only reason she knew she felt a slight guilt was simply because... in the wrong time and place... or right in his case, he could have the exact hold on her.
.oo0oo.
Dave stood in the auditorium, rooted to the spot as the door swung closed. His mind swam, he felt his chest tighten. He felt sick, like he wanted to vomit... he did the only thing he could think of... he was going to leave... go home... skip... but his mom was home and he'd have to make it though the halls... he could feel the water pouring down his face. It wasn't just the threat... it was the memory, he'd washed out the rejection... numbed it... and now.. the knowledge she'd watched it... it made it real again. He slumped down by the seats and held his legs, trying to figure out a way out of this... something... anything...
TBC
