Title: Blondes and school are even worse
Word Count: 1282 words
Author's Notes:Last update for a while, since I'm going to Italy with school. Thirteen days, got my hopes on great weather. Going to see a lot, but I'll try to write something during long bus trips.
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Chapter Three: Blondes and school are even worse
Santana's point of view
Santana woke up early on Monday morning, due to her alarmclock. After a yawn, a groan, some tossing and turning underneath the sheets and another yawn, she got out of bed.
She showered longer than necessary, the water making her less sleepy. But she would only be fully awake when she'd got some coffee in her system.
With a towel around her wet body and her hair dripping on her tanned shoulders she walked through the kitchen, looking for something to eat. Breakfast normally was no big deal for her, in summer she actually never ate before midday. But that had another reason.
Work.
She had been working all summer for Paulie, at Paulie's Pizza Restaurant. It had been the third year in a row, and she earned much because she worked many days and long hours. She could only get some sleep every night around three am. So she actually never woke up before midday.
It was a huge change when she had had the weekend all to herself and she could go to sleep before it was even dark. But it didn't make any difference to her waking up ceremony.
After she found an apple she got back to her room, deciding what to wear that day. First day of college, she hadto make a perfect first impression.
A long time of doubts followed, but she ended up putting on a skinny black jeans and a dark blue tank top that fitted perfectly. She was proud of the way her curves were slightly showing.
She ran a hand through her drying hair and got in the bathroom once again, where she had to whip away the condensed water on the mirror.
She put on some light make-up: mascara, lip-gloss. Many guys had already told her she was a natural beauty, so she wanted to stick with that.
She took her keys and some money, hung the band of her bag on her shoulder and left her apartment. She immediately felt the warm wind blowing in her face, with a grin she walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus.
xoxox
The New York School of the Arts was an old school, the building was about a thousand years old and had the authentic look been preserved. The inside, however, was adapted to 2011. Paintings and pictures in frames and big lockers in rows against the walls, doors of glass, class rooms with computers and touch-screen black boards, dance halls and photo studios fully equipped, but their pride was the large auditorium that was the centre of their school.
Santana walked through the hallways, looking for her locker. It wore number '1113' on it, she would have no difficulty remembering it, but she was good with numbers anyway.
She had been searching for ten minutes when she finally found it, she opened it with a big smile and saw that the school had dumped all her school books in there. It was a big pile.
"Amazing, seems like I am really going to study this year." she mumbled. She discovered the paper that was pinned against the back of the locker door. Her schedule.
She had 'Atelier Photography' and 'History of Photography' as her first two classes and looked for the books. When she had finally found them, the bell started ringing. She looked at the classroomnumber, slammed her locker door shut and started running. She didn't like coming late.
She wasn't really late, since their professor hadn't arrived yet. She quickly sat down on the first empty chair she could find.
"Right on time." the girl next to her said. She had sandy blonde hair waving over her shoulders and hazel-coloured eyes.
"Yeah, well, I'm not used to standing up so early." Santana sighed.
"Oh, I see. Well, nice to meet you. I'm Quinn."
"Santana."
Santana knew she would never really like the girl that much. She was too direct and happy and cheery. She hateddirect and happy and cheery.
Their prof entered the classroom, she was a tall woman with long, blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a black skirt and a white blouse, with a little too much buttons undone.
"Hi class, I am miss Holiday, but I prefer you all just call me Holly. I'm more an artist than a teacher."
The woman sat down onthe desk instead of behind and crossed her legs. The serious look on her face melted away in a big smile.
"I don't like introduction games. And I'd forget your names anyway. So let's just start."
xoxox
After her first two classes Santana was already sure that she had chosen the right education. Photography really was her thing.
She was walking towards her locker with Quinn right behind her – the girl hadn't left her for even a minute – witt her arms full of sheets. Their teacher of 'History of Photography' had given them a lot to work through as homework, but Santana knew this was going to be a standard task every week.
"My locker is right here." Quinn said and waved goodbye.
Santana walked further on her own, smiling and happy that she was freed of Quinn. She now had a small ten minutes to get her stuff into her locker and look around a bit, then she had to go to PE.
She saw her locker and grinned. Maybe she knew the school already better then she could've expected. At that moment someone ran into her. She fell down, all of her papers flew through the air and got jumbled on the floor.
"Watch your fuckingsteps, moron!" she angrily shouted.
"Hey, I've heard that one before."
Santana turned around and saw the girl that also had walked against her earlier this week.
"Don't even think about making this a habit, 'cause I don't think this is funny at all."
"I am really sorry – again. I'm just a bit clumsy."
"I see."
"Let me help you with that. Wow, there are so many papers."
"You think."
"Er... yeah, I think I think so."
Brittany helped Santana out with collecting and organizing all her papers.
"And thank you very much. I barely have time left."
She took her papers and walked away, opened her locker and put everything in it. When she closed the door, she saw the blonde girl leaning against the locker next to hers. She beamed a smile at her.
"What?"
"We are locker neighbours!"
"That is soooooooooofantastic." Santana mimicked Brittany's happy voice and sighed, sarcasm was her thing too.
"Indeed." she nodded.
"Yeah, well, whatever. I am heading to PE. Bye."
"Wait!" Brittany wrapped her fingers around Santana's wrist.
"What?" she asked frustrated. The blonde girl was ruining the good mood she had built up carefully during class.
"Can I walk with you? I have PE too and I can't really find my classrooms. I'm lucky I have Mike. He is a friend I made yesterday and he does Dance too, isn't that cool?"
Santana bit on her tongue. The girl was happy and cheery and it was hard not to burst out in curses and angriness.
Instead of that she shrugged. "Sure."
"Sweet! My name is Brittany by the way."
"Santana."
"Nice name. Well, Santana. Do you want to get a coffee during the lunch break? I kinda owe you that."
"No time." she lied quickly. If there was something she absolutely didn't want to do, it was spending more time with Brittany than necessary.
Thanks for reading! :]
