Okay so I'm just now hearing about Heather Morris and her nude pictures. I feel so bad for her because her privacy was invaded. Also Naya Rivera is hosting the GLAAD Media Awards, that's a huge bright spot for me. Anyway, that has nothing to do with this chapter, but enjoy.
One day in and I was a goner.
When I was younger, I used to think that judging was the worst thing you could do. I took that whole 'not judging a book by its cover' like it was script in the bible. It meant everything to me. I would even make my dad take me to the library and I was pick books because their covers looked interesting and then force myself to read them all to see if my judgments were right.
It was hard not to judge people at McKinley though. The weird thing was that the only people who escaped my judgments were Sam and Rachel. I didn't want to judge them because I wanted to know them, I'd much rather try and understand them than to pretend that I did.
I was curious as to why those cheerleaders wore their uniforms all day. I can at least be honest in saying that. I didn't need their short skirts and skin tight tops to inform me of their athletic status. I would be able to tell just from their stuck up attitudes and plastered on smirks or scowls.
"They look like a bunch of stuck up bitches if you ask me." I said as I slid into the desk next to Rachel. She just shook her head like she knew something I didn't. I toyed with my pencil and waited for the teacher, Mr. Shuester, to enter. He was late yesterday too, and I wondered if I even had to show up on time here. "You know otherwise?"
"It just occurred to me that I could lie about absolutely everything to you." Rachel said.
"And why would you do that?" I asked calmly. To toy with me. To control me. To break me. To mold me. She had millions of reasons to do so, but I knew she wouldn't.
"Just because I could." I nodded and looked away from here for a second. It was only my second day and already I was getting mixed feelings. Was I supposed to understand these cryptic messages Rachel kept saying or was I supposed to just nod and agree? "You could lie to me too, you know? You could say you were like an avid collector or teddy bears or something, and I'd believe that." She was right, we could create completely knew personalities for ourselves for the other to see. We could put on these masks that were unbreakable until we wanted them destroyed.
"Deep isn't it?" I asked watching as Mr. Shuester walked in and wrote something on the board.
"Depressing too. Why are you writing this down, I thought you were fluent." I shrugged and copied down the notes from the board. Why were we even sitting in the front? I was more of the back of the room in the corner type.
"Shh, don't say the 'f' word out loud Rachel." I whispered keeping the smirk on my face. I had this feeling that if we were sitting at these desks in the middle of class she would have smacked me. The rest of the class period, when by smoothly and when the bell finally rang Rachel and I headed out of the room and walked separate directions towards our lockers.
"Big mistake new girl." I was shoulder cheeked as I saw a flash of blond hair swoop by me and I had to do a double take when I saw where the voice had come from. It was that cheerleader from yesterday. The one who quite literally was the Moses of the school. People parted for her like the damn red sea and I could see no reason for that from where I was standing.
"Watch it." I warned her as I tried to continue on my path towards my locker. A thin but firm hand gripped my wrist and spun me around with such force that I was sure it must have been a very feminine and strong man. No, it was still the blond cheerleader, with blazing hazel eyes and her hair neatly put up in a ponytail.
"Don't push your luck. Just because you're new, that doesn't mean I will hesitate to destroy you." It wasn't a empty threat, she was being serious, but I didn't care. Did she think she was going to scare me?
"I'll try not to piss my pants." I said sarcastically. Her face faltered and she stepped down from her aggressive stance.
"I'm trying to help you out." She said sounding almost earnest. I pulled my backpack closer around my shoulder and looked around. "You think you can make it in this school hanging around that freak Rachel? You've got another thing coming." I turned my back on her and trekked on down the hall. I refused to listen to her, tearing Rachel down, when Rachel and I already seemed close.
I rushed through opening my locker, forgetting to bang on it twice. I tried again with success, but when I sensed somebody standing to my left, I tensed. I could see the cheerleading uniform and a blond ponytail bouncing around. The locker to my left opened and I was literally about to go ape shit on that punk cheerleader. But it wasn't her. I slammed my locker, composing an amazing badass rant about me not giving a fuck about the hierarchy of the school in my mind, but then when my eyes connected with the baby blues of the girl next to me I froze.
"Hi." The bubbly voice came from the girl and a genuine smile spread across her lips. "I'm Brittany, what's your name? Are you new? I've never seen you before."
"I'm Santana." I said smiling. Gosh she was beautiful in a ditsy sort of way. She bit her lower lip and tried to conceal another smile. "I think I've seen you in my math class, yesterday I mean."
"Yeah! Oh my gosh, we could sit next to each other today! I'm so excited!" I was happy that she was happy and for some reason she just made me smile. She wrapped her arms around me in a warm embrace and I hugged her back because I didn't know what else I could do. She let go after a minute and we closed our lockers in unison. "So I'll see you later in math Santana. Bye!" I watch her walk down the hall and I turned into the chemistry room.
I slipped into the room and went straight to the back. I sat down and opened up my new journal. I failed to look up even when I felt the position of the two-person lab table shift slightly. "You're one of those deep thinkers." I flinched, silently, but noticeably. Since when did Rachel get here? "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She said trying to control her giggles.
"You didn't." I lied. "I didn't know you were in this class with me. Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.
"We didn't know each other yesterday in this class. You starred out the window for all of forty minutes straight, and when Mr. Robinson called on you, you answered like it was nothing. How did you do that?" She asked.
"Skill." I said grinning.
"What about those less fortunate that you? How do we survive in this crazy world?" Rachel questioned half-heartedly.
"It's easy. You just need to know three things: How to cook Ramen, how to write a nine page paper about cows, and learn to charm the pants off of anyone." Rachel laughed out loud and the whole class turned to her, including the teacher.
"Would you care to share the joke with the class?" Mr. Robinson asked Rachel with a scowl on his face.
"Sure yeah I'll share it!" I said jumping out of my seat. I walked towards the front of the room. "Now I should warn you guys that the joke involves some mature content. Mostly dildos and oral fixation-."
"That's enough!" Mr. Robinson said clearly embarrassed. The whole class laughed along with me when they realized I was just trying to push his buttons. I could see Rachel in the back, covering her mouth and trying to contain herself in her seat. I walked back past a few students, even getting a high five from a mohawked boy, and returned to my seat next to Rachel.
"You are insane." Rachel said in a hushed voice.
"No, just stupid sometimes." I corrected. "Now I'm going to be blacklisted by this guy."
"Does that bother you?" She questioned raising an eyebrow.
"No, there are only certain people I want to impress."
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