We Intertwine
Chapter 3: School
We finish eating lunch and Brittany offers to put our dishes away. I'm a little concerned as I watch her balance the plates, but Nanna takes the job from her and dismisses her but thanks her for the help. I can't help but smile at the innocense that is obviously there, and I can't help but wonder how she can be so happy all the time when she probably lived a really crappy life.
I feel kinda bad actually, I'm always in a sour mood but I have everything(ish) that I could possibly want. And here she is, barely being exposed to the riches that my family owns and already happy as a clam. I kind of don't like it, but I would never tell her.
I suddenly remember that I wasn't done my homework so i return to my room to get it out. As I casually walk up the stairs, I feel her presense behind me, not in the creepy sort of way, but I did feel a little weird.
I turn around, "Yes Brittany?" I ask, wondering why she's following me.
"Where are you going San? Aren't you going to take me with you?" it's kind of cute and not as pathetic if someone else asked me that. I have to admit that she reminds me somewhat of a stray puppy and I have become her master.
"Of course I'm taking you with me," I reply, secretly overjoyed at her reaction, and she grabs my hand as we walk up the stairs.
An hour has passed and I'm almost done my homework. It's amazing how she's been staring at me this whole time, and I even wonder if she blinked or not. If I was her I'd be out of my mind and probably wanderning my house, going from our air hockey table to the computer not knowing what to do. But no, she seems to find enough pleasure from staring at me while I do my work. And somehow, I felt at ease with her eyes on me while working. I wonder if we could make this a habit.
"Santana," my mother knocks, wandering into my room. I look at her and Brittany looks her way as well as if she were copying me.
"Yes?" I respond, raising my eyebrow, Blondie following after.
"Um, your father and I were wondering if you'd be okay with going to a private school?"
First of all, when did they get back home? I didn't even hear them come in. Second of all...
"Why? I think Mr. Schue is good enough for me mom."
She sighs, as if she expected that answer. of course mother dearest, you know me the best after all.
"Well, when we adopted Brittany, we thought about it and thought it'd be best if she went to school as well. And your father and I also believed that it was about time for you to try being more...social."
I roll my eyes at the thought, I don't NEED to be social. I mean, Brittany is hanging onto me no problem and I barely put any effort into that.
"School?" Blondie's eyes light up. Not to offend her, I'm surprised she knows what it is.
"Do you want to go to school Brittany?" I ask her softly, and she nods her head energetically.
I sigh and the other two in the room stare at me intently. I guess there isn't much to think about. I'm fourteen afterall and I would be in highschool after this year. A fresh start doesn't sound too bad, and if Brittany will be there I guess I'll be fine.
"Okay then," I respond non enthusiastically. Blondie, er, Brittany cheers and gives me a tight hug. I nearly choke from the loss of air but I end up smiling anyway. Mother looks very pleased with my response.
It can't be too bad right?
So after a small discussion we decided that I will finish my Gr. 8 year with Mr. Schuester and see where Brittany is, then when fall comes around again, we'll be going to a private highschool. Great, I just love uniforms.
Oh well, we'll see what happens. I knew this girl would change things up a bit, but I'm surprised at how much everything is changing. And so fast. And I'm okay with it. And the world is okay with it.
But. Despite all this change...
I really like it. I really like her.