As I whisper in your ear

I hear my alarm ringing and my head jerks up so I could turn it off. 7:30 am. My stomach starts tingling while I walk to take a quick shower. As I dry my wet hair, I pick out something to wear from my closet. Amelia is usually here at five in the morning, so she's probably the one in the kitchen right now. I get dressed then head down stairs for breakfast. My dad is passed out on the couch and Amelia is cooking. She hands a plate to me and gets my back pack from the hallway closet.

"Here sweetheart, it has all you need in it."

"Thanks." I say as I grab it and stuff food into my mouth.

"De nada." she replies with a smile. I walk over to her and hug her goodbye while grabbing the spare keys to the gate.

"I'll see you later." I tell her and walk out. When I make it to McKinley, my hands become sweaty and I begin to get a little more nervous than I hoped. The bell rings and I run around looking for my English class. When I get to a door with the number 167 on it, I quickly walk inside and feel eyes stare back at me. The teacher smiles as I walk towards her.

"Welcome! I'm your English teacher, Mrs. Lindroff. You must be Brittany!" she says in a high pitched tone. I nod and she claps her hands like a retarded seal.

"Well, take a seat over there," she points to a desk next to a girl that's looking down into a book and I sit down. "Would you let our new student borrow your notes?" she asks the girl and she nods. As she flips through her notebook, I notice something. Her brown hair and her caramel skin look familiar.

"Here, you need this page and you need to know all the definitions to these words." she tells me and points at all the highlighted marks on her paper. I'm too busy staring into her eyes to even be paying attention. All I do is and pull the notebook closer to me, but when I do; my long sleeve goes upwards revealing the scars on my wrist. I pull it down quickly hoping she didn't see, but I know she did because of the way she reacted. She became very timid and nervous as time passed by. The bell rings, so I head to my next class, History. After that, it was break so I go to the student store to buy my clothes for gym. I hear the bell ring once again and go to gym class. My brain almost exploded as I tried opening my locker. I've never been in a girl's locker room, let alone open a lock. Since I failed at opening it, I changed in the bathroom.

"Three laps around the track." the Physical Ed teacher demands and we do what he says. After running, we play any sport we want. I look around and notice the girl in my English class playing basket ball. She's really good, amazing actually.

"Let's go Pierce! Get goin'!" I hear my teacher yell. I quickly grab a soccer ball and head for the field. About forty minutes later, he called all of us in and rounded up all the balls. Everyone went into the locker room and started changing, while I stayed behind a couple of minutes since I didn't know how to open mine yet. Almost everybody left except for a couple of girls. I tried unlocking it once again and couldn't.

"Damn." I say breathlessly and run my hand through my hair. Someone is standing to the far right of me; I can feel them staring. Footsteps being to make their way towards my direction as I look down at my locker combo.

"Here," she gets the locker combination from my hand begins twisting it. It's her. You know, the girl with gorgeous brown hair and caramel skin. I don't know her name yet, but I'll find out soon. My heart begins to race faster and faster as I stare her down. She's in a black sports bra with red shorts and her toned stomach glistens with sweat along with her neck. I've never been this attracted to a person before. She bites her lip and I avert my gaze to something else. Then, out of nowhere, she bangs the top and it opens. "It gets stuck sometimes." she breathes out and wipes her sweat with the towel hanging over her shoulder. I swallow hard and cross my arms nervously.

"T-thanks." I stutter. She smiles and walks away into the showers. "Holy crap." I breathe out and press my head against the lockers. When I finish taking a quick shower, I head out to my next class. After that, it's lunch. While I carry my books to my locker, I hear people whispering and giggling as I walk by.

"Rich bitch!" I hear a random guy shout from behind me. "Go back to your playboy mansion, ugly slut!"

My stomach turns and I can feel my face grow red in embarrassment. Then, I see a big, muscular guy walking towards me with a big cup in his hands.

"Welcome to McKinley ugly shit face!" he shouts and throws a red substance in my face. It gets into my eyes and I can feel them burning as I try opening them. I race to the nearest bathroom and clean myself up. My eyes land on my reflection in the mirror and I replay the things they said. As if my self esteem wasn't low enough. I grab another paper towel and continue cleaning my neck. All of a sudden, she walks in. The girl with caramel skin and brown hair. I glance at her, but keep my eyes on my reflection. She walks up behind me and hands me an extra shirt.

"You won't survive at this school," she tells me and our eyes meet in each others reflection while I continue to clean the sticky substance from my hair. Her eyes glance at the scars on my wrist and I quickly put down my arm. "but that's why you have me." she finishes with a soft smile.

"You're beautiful, don't believe the crap random strangers say to you." she says in the most sincere tone I have ever heard in my life.

"You're a random stranger...should I believe you?" I ask her. She smiles and shrugs.

"If you want." she replies with a huge smile. That smile that shows her bright teeth and cute dimples. It's weird. I barely know her and all these things about her capture my attention. I giggle and look to the floor shyly. The feeling of her eyes going through my body makes me weak and I can barely stand.

"What's your name?"

"Brittany."

"Well Brittany, I'm Santana. And your schedule says you're in my last class. So let's grab some food and I'll show you around."

I nod. "I need to change first."

"Go for it." she tells me. I reach for the bottom of my shirt and normally, I would feel uncomfortable changing in front of someone, but i don't with her. The way she stares at my body makes me feel a little bit better about myself. Her breathing all of a sudden became heavier and I can see her chest heaving.

"How does it look?" I ask and our eyes lock. Her gorgeous brown ones with my blue ones.

"Good." she says weakly with a soft smile. I smile back and grab my things as we head out to the cafeteria. She grabs me a tray of food and we walk around looking at different things.

"See that table," she points to a table in the middle of the room and my eyes land on a bunch of different people. "That's where we hang out." she states and sticks French fry in her mouth. "Here's the deal. The brunette: her name is Rachel Berry, who is taken by the blonde: Quinn Fabray. To the left is Kurt, Mercedes, Tina: taken by the guy beside her Mike. Rachel and Quinn are my best friends. And that's about it." she finishes and I look at her with wide eyes.

"Welcome to McKinley." she says with a smirk and leads us to the table. She introduces me to everyone and continues to show me around school. When the bell rings for Geometry class, we walk to the room and sit next to each other.

"I don't get anything she's saying." I whisper and Santana hears me. She giggles and looks down at my workbook.

"Look," she says and points at a triangle "this angle has the same measurement as this angle so that means they're congruent."

My lips shape into a small 'o' finally understanding what the teacher was explaining.

"What school did you come from?" she asks me while writing down notes from the board.

"I was home schooled. My teacher was horrible."

"Oooh, hence your nick name 'rich bitch'."

I shrug and look down at the workbook. She tilts her head a little so that she can see my face and locks her eyes with mine.

"What are you doing at a place like this?" she asks in a weak, low tone. I avert my gaze and breathe in deeply. Tears swell up in my eyes and I can hear my mother: 'save your tears for someone who cares'. I look up at the ceiling trying to hold them in.

"I don't know." I respond, but I do know. I wanted to come to this school so I wouldn't be stuck at home.

She nods and looks back up at the board. I want to tell her because for some reason I feel like I can trust her. And I will, eventually.

The dismissal bell rings and everyone heads home. I stay behind looking down at the notes we took and realize no one is in the classroom anymore.

"You wanna stay longer?" Santana asks teasingly from behind me.

"I just don't understand a lot of this stuff." I tell her. She presses her lips together and walks beside me.

"I'll tutor you."

My heart skips a beat and I look up at her. Our eyes meet and a small smile comes across my face.

"Cool," I say breathlessly. She lowers her head to hide her blush and I smile even wider. "My house Monday after school?"

She nods and I pack my things so we could walk to our lockers.

"Hey! The rich bitch hired someone to clean her carpet!"

I hear a random guy yell from across the hall. I'm guessing it was some kind of joke because everyone started laughing and sneering at Santana. I get it now. What a sick and perverted joke. My heart drops to the bottom of my stomach as I turn to look at her. Out of nowhere, her backpack drops to the floor along with her books and she pushes the guy against the lockers, choking him until he's red. My eyes widen in shock and I immediately drag her off of him.

"Santana what are you doing? You're going to get in trouble!" I tell her and she lets go. All she does is stand in front of him as he struggles for air.

"Let's go." she says and grabs her things. I follow her and we make it to our lockers. It's awkward now.

"You don't have to talk to me anymore." she states and starts to walk away, but I get a hold of her forearm and bring her closer again.

"It's okay." I say in a low tone and smile. She looks to the floor, but then her eyes lock with mine.

"Kay."

"So where were you going anyway?" I ask her and close my locker. She shrugs and we start to walk.

"Home."

"Cool, um you don't know a shortcut to Palm Gail would you?"

I can feel her tense up and rub her neck awkwardly.

"Aren't you..." I say, but don't finish my sentence because she knows what I'm talking about.

"That weird girl that walks dogs every evening? Yeah, that's me." she replies with a half smile. "and aren't you-"

"That weird girl that throws stones into the creek? Yup, that's me." I say and we both laugh. Silence fills the space between us as she leads me to the shortcut.

"Are all of those dogs yours?" I ask her curiously.

She laughs. "No, I walk dogs for people in your neighborhood to make extra cash."

"Oh," I say and exchange my backpack to my left shoulder. "where do you live?"

She presses her lips together and doesn't respond. I wonder why she doesn't.

"We're here!" she says and jumps over a small gate. I jump after her and my eyes widen.

"Woah, that was cool." I state as I look at my house a couple of feet away from me.

"Thanks." I tell her as I take a step on my front porch. "Want to come in? Maybe I could give you a ride home."

"Oh no, no, no. It's totally fine. I'll uhh, wait for the bus."

"The bus doesn't come until four thirty, and it's barely three."

"It's getting late I should go." she says quickly and starts walking backwards.

"Okay, bye." I state in a low tone and walk inside my house. Amelia comes from upstairs and greets me.

"How was school?" she asks me with a smile as she heads for the kitchen. "and who gave you that shirt?"

"It went really well actually and I just had an accident, that's all." I look down at the shirt and smile. It was a nice shirt. It said 'WMHS Basketball'. I'm glad she was there to save me or else my self esteem would be below sea level by now.

"Well, it's time to eat now." she says and hands me a plate of food. When I finish eating, I head up to my room and start on my homework.

"Brittany?" my dad calls for me from his room. I roll my eyes and continue doing my homework. The reason I don't go to him when he calls me is because he always lectures me on things I don't need to hear. Like 'This is bad for your reputation' 'the entire neighborhood will know'. Just dumb crap like that. He opens my door and steps inside. When I look up he's beside my bed.

"Your grandmother is coming and I want you to be on your best behavior." he says. I don't answer him though. "I want her to meet your boyfriend, Artie."

"He's not my boyfriend. I don't even-"

"We've established this already Brittany. He's your boyfriend."

I sigh angrily and continue to look down at my books as he walks out and slams the door behind him. I lie back and looking up at the ceiling while my clock ticks from my dresser.

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All I'm thinking about is Santana. How nice she was to me today. No one has ever been that nice to me, except for Amelia. Not even my own parents. Out of nowhere, I hear them yelling at each other. It's not surprising. I'm use to it. So instead of worrying about them, I sleep. Because they're grownups right? They can take care of themselves.