When you see a conversation with a day and time written,it means it's conversation through the texts or emails. For an example: "Tuesday, 4:25"
Brittany.. I think I could get used to say that name. Maybe I should text her about that project that we have to make.
But.. I don't have her number. I should ask for it. That wouldn't be weird,right? Me asking my lab partner for a phone number. No,it's normal. Doesn't mean anything.
I can hear my phone ringing,so I got up of the bed and picked up the phone. It's not-known number.
"Hello?"
"Hi,Santana.. Uhmm.. it's Brittany. From Glee club."
"Oh yeah,Panda hat. Where did you get my number?"
"I asked Puck,and he gave it to me. Hope that's okay."
"Alright. So,what's on your mind?"
"We got a homework.. that chemistry project..? So I thought maybe we could meet and do it?"
She wants to meet. Well,that's logic cause making that project through skype wouldn't be the best idea.
"Okay,where do you want to meet?"
"I thought maybe.. at mine place?"
"Oh.."
"But if that's not okay with you,we can totally go to park or something.."
"No,it's okay,I guess. We'll go to yours..on friday? After Glee?"
"Sure. I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye Santana."
"Bye,Brittany."
She wants me to go to her house. Not okay,not okay. She seems cool and stuff but.. I don't wanna make new friends.. not now.
But this doesn't make us friends. Just chemistry partners doing their homework. That's all.
Sunday, 1:39pm
Hey you dork,why weren't you at Sam's party last night?
1:40
Cause it was Sam's party? I guess I just wasn't in a mood.
1:40
How's that?
1:41
Forget it. What about Puck? Is he doing better?
1:43
Yeah,I think so. We're working on Pedersen's theory right now.
1:44
I have no clue what the hell that is.
1:44
Chemistry project. Remember?
1:45
Oh yeah,that thing.
1:47
Yeah,that thing. Have you and Brittany started it yet?
1:49
I'm going to hers on Friday.
1:50
Ohh,you don't say!
1:50
For that project!
1:53
Yeah,sure. Look I gotta go,mom is waiting. Next boring lunch with grandma telling me that I'm too skinny and that I look like some hipster kid with lipstick and too short skirt. Bye.
1:54
So you're gonna have a great time,huh?
1:54
Fuck you.
1:55
Love you too.
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Thursday,at school
"Hey Santana! Wait!" I heard a familiar voice from behind me while I was walking through the school hallway. I turned around. It's Brittany.
"Hi. What's up?"
"Are you still coming to mine?"
"Uhmm.. Yeah. Shouldn't I?"
"Well,yes. But you don't know my address. Here." She gave me a little pink paper with an address,every each word was written with a different color. What's this.. did she draw a little Pony in the corner?
"Sure,thanks. So,I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yup. See ya."
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Friday
A radio woke me up,it was just Rebecca Black's song playing,and I couldn't help but singing with it.
"It's Friday,friday. Gotta get down on Friday! Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend,weeke... god that's stupid song."
So friday it is. Day with Brittany.
I'm putting some clothes on. A white blouse with no sleeves and denim shorts. What shoes should I wear? Red heels or pink Converse? What would Brittany like better? Why do I care what she'd like? She would probably be the happiest if I'll wear a pants with a fake horse tail and drive to school on a rainbow.
I look at my Guess watches. 8:47. Fuck! I'll be late!
I fired down the stairs,rushing to the black brand new Mercedes I got as a birthday gift from dad. I couldn't find the keys. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
I turned around and there was a woman standing with a little kid,covering his ears.
"Sorry." I apologized,and she pissed walked away.
When I finally found the keys,I got in and drove to school almost hitting the neighbours' bin.
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After school and glee ended,I went home just to change. When I found the yesterday's jeans I picked a paper with Brittany's address from the left pocket. Faurot Ave 521. That's just few blocks away.
I was on my way to Brittany's house,when I heard a voice shouting at me: "Hi Santana! How are you?" Dammit. Berry.
I started to run a little cause I really don't want to talk to her. Gosh,why does she have to be so annoying. She kept shouting,I guess she didn't get it. "Santana!" I couldn't stand it anymore so I turned around. "What,Berry?! Are you a fuckin' stalker now?!"
"Oh,I'm sorry. I didn't mean to piss you off.."
"Yeah well,too late. So what do you want?"
"Nothing.. Forget it."
"Good. Now excuse me,I'm in rush." I rolled my eyes at her insanity and continued on my way.
Faurot Avenue 524..526..523..521! Here it is. Brittany's house. It's a nice house with a little garden and a fence filled with many pink and blue flowers. I stepped on the little door carpet with a sign "Beware of cat" and rang the bell. Pierce. That's what is written on the bell. So, she has to be Brittany Pierce. Almost like Britney Spears.
The door opened and there was a young blonde boy standing. "Hello,my name is Jake." He offered me a hand,so I shaked it. "Hello young man,I'm Santana. Is Brittany at home?"
"Yes. She is in her room. Go upstairs,her room has pink door." Of course it does.
"Thank you." I smiled at him and went upstairs.
Here it is. Pink door. Brittany's room.
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