I hint a small smile at Quinn. She was Santana's other best friend, and although we always hang out together, I don't really like her 90% of the time. She plays with boys' hearts, which is mean, and she always slaps Santana. Which is mean too.
If two head cheerleaders keep fighting on a kind of regular basis, the violence will never stop.
Quinn is actually just mean, but aside from that she's alright I guess.
''Hey, Britt! Where's Santana? Is she sick or something? Coach Sue will kill her if she doesn't show up to Cheerios practice today, even with two broken legs. And did you make that English assignement? I didn't even understand what we had to do! Are you listening?''
I nod.
Oh, I forgot, Quinn also talks a lot.
Like ... a lot ..
''I have to go the light is green'' I say quickly, before hopping on my bike and crossing the street before she could start asking about Santana.
I honestly have no idea what else she was talking about, I zoned out when I heard her name.
I get to school before Quinn and apparently before Santana too, which means I have to go sit with Glee club if I don't want to sit alone.
I don't mind it though, they are my friends and family. I like Glee club.
''Hey guys'' I say quietly and Puck looks up.
''Hey Brittany, where's that hot babe of yours? You made her come so hard she can't come to school anymore?'' He asks wiggling his eyebrows and I try to pull a horrified face.
''No ..huh, eww ..'' I say, trying to sound convincing.
Although the only hought spinning trough my mind is 'If only ...'
Luckily Mercedes comes to my rescue ''You're such a perv, Puckermann. ''
He winks at her ''That's what I do''
Mercedes rolls her eyes and laughs, and Puck turns back to me.
''But no, seriously Britt. Where is Santana?''
''Here she is!'' I hear a familiar voice behind me shout.
I try really hard not to turn around and I smile at myself as I succeed.
But then I suddenly feel two arm wrapping around my waist and a quick peck on my cheek.
''Where were you, Britt-Britt? I missed you.'' She says, hugging me from behind.
My eyes widen.
What's happening?
I try to turn around and she loosens her grip a bit, but doesn't let go, so I'm trapped between her body, way too close, and her arms still holding me.
''I'm sorry .. I .. uh, I wanted to take my bike today.'' I murmur.
Worst excuse ever.
''I have a bike'' she says simply, while shrugging her shoulders.
I try to sound surprised ''Oh, you do? I uh .. I didn't know that ..''
She frowns ''Britt, we went on a bike ride together like, two weeks ago.''
''Oh .. right ..''
She chuckles and lets go of my waist ''Just forget it ..'' she says , hinting a smile and then walking over to the others.
''Looking good, Puckermann'' Is the last I hear.
