Sorry guys if I haven't updated for a week. Work is such a drag. I had to be at the office 5 days a week, 9 hours a day. It sucks! I realized I will only be able to update during my days off which is every Monday and Tuesday. I'll try to make the most out of it though. Maybe 2 to 3 chapters per days off.

Thanks for bothering to read this piece of idea I have. Again… I'm taking it slow :D

As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of third period, I hastily walked out of Lit class to go look for Santana. I'm gonna make her regret what she said. If she thinks she can just toss me to the side every time she doesn't get her way with me then she's got another think coming. I can't let her control me like this. No one controls Quinn Fabray.

I didn't have to look any further when I spotted her walked in the hallway, side by side with Brittany with their pinkies linked. A flash of something more like irritation took over me at the sight, and I suddenly had a strong desire to push them away from each other.

I composed myself as I approached and block their path, making them stop to look at me.

"Hey Britt," I greeted with a fake smile, "Santana."

I had emphasized her name, hoping she caught the bitter tone.

Santana crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at me. "What do you want?"

I ignored her and turned to Brittany. "I just need to talk to Santana, Britt, is that okay?"

"Okay," She said simply, and then looked at me expectantly.

"In private." I clarified.

"Oh," Her eyes shifted to Santana then back to me, hesitating. "Yeah…sure."

When Brittany finally left the two of us alone, I instantly grabbed hold of Santana's wrist and dragged her along with me. Of course, Santana being Santana didn't let on without a struggle. I practically had to push her inside an empty janitor's closet.

"What do you want, Fabray?"

I glared at her, determined to make her realize who she's messing with. "I know you're a bitch, Santana, but I didn't know you can be like this cold hearted slut!"

She scoffed, "You're one to talk, Quinn, when you manage to cheat on every guy who falls stupidly for your sweet, scheming ass."

I felt my anger seeping through again at her words. "You're as bad as I am," I retorted, "Worst even. You couldn't even stand being in a relationship without sleeping with everyone who was willing to put out for you for one night."

"So what? It's not your freaking business what I do. Besides, you can't blame me if people around here know I'm a walking hot piece of action."

"No, you're just a walking bitch who is so scared of dealing with your own feelings that you messed it up with the only person who actually cared about you!" I know it was a low blow, but I can't seem to stop myself anymore. Santana had pushed my buttons, and I felt the strong need to hurt her for making me feel this way, when I didn't even know what I was feeling.

She fell silent at that but regained her composure just as quickly. She eyed me down, as if assessing how she would hit me back after that blow. "Yeah?" she finally answered, her voice dangerously low. "Well, at least I wasn't so desperate and miserable in life that I'd settle on ruining everybody else's just so I won't feel so alone."

That hit a nerve, and I froze. As much as it pained me to admit it, she was right. I'm alone and no one wants me. Santana knows that all along and she was using it against me.

I can feel my eyes burning as tears threatened to spill down. All this time I thought I was good at hiding and ignoring it, and here was Santana reminding me how miserable I feel all this time.

I tried to contain the sudden rush of feeling like being hit by a brick wall square in the chest, making me unable to speak. The last thing I want is for Santana to see how vulnerable I am at the moment. I didn't realize that she was good at turning things around that she was able to make this confrontation all on me.

She was just looking at me now, anticipating my snarky reply. I couldn't think of any, but I knew I had to do something to make this even. I felt my fist clenching again, my breathing getting heavy. I was hurt. I had to do something to hurt her just as much.

Before I knew it, my palm had connected to her face, the sound of the slap echoing in my ears. She was obviously shocked, holding her left cheek with both hands and staring at me like she couldn't believe I just slapped her in the janitor's closet.

"You bi-" She started, but I didn't give her a chance to finish as I walked out of that small, stifling room. My tears were falling freely as I made my way to the girl's bathroom. I was beyond relieved when I found no one there and I flung myself to farthest stall from the door, determined to stay there until classes were over.

I just sat and sobbed quietly for a minute, thinking how pathetic my life turned out. I was supposed to be the most popular and desired girl in this stupid high school. I was supposed to be the Quarterback's cheerleader girlfriend. I was supposed to be prom queen. And now I have nothing? Santana was right. I am alone and I just want everyone else to suffer with me. Misery does love company. And I was beyond miserable.

I was thankful we didn't have glee club that day. I wasn't in the mood to sit there and listen to Mr. Schue ramble about stuff I didn't care at the moment, or listen to Rachel sing. I just want to go home and curl up in my bed. I was physically and emotionally drained and I would give anything for a long, undisturbed slumber.

My mom was at the living room when I got home from school, talking on the phone. She seemed… excited about something. She was practically beaming. She looked up and saw me and her smile grew even wider.

"Yes… I'll make sure both of us will be free." She rambled on, her attention back on the phone. "Yes. We'll go to the mall tomorrow to shop for dresses. She'll love those…"

Her voice faded as I walk into the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water. I wondered what Mom was up to this time. When she said 'We' that probably means she and I. Why would I want to shop for a dress tomorrow? Free when? I hope it wasn't another one of those neighborhood functions she seems to take interest in lately. I might have to think of another excuse to pass. Whatever. I don't need another no sense stuff to think about. I was exhausted enough as it was.

"Quinnie!" Mom called out just as I made a beeline for the stairs. Too late.

I hesitantly stepped back down. "Mom?"

"Greg's parents invited us for a party on Friday night." She informed me, sounding overjoyed. "I promised we'd be there. Greg made them invite you too. He seems to really like you."

So that explains the mood. She'd been pushing for this little fling from Greg and me since the beginning. Mom must be very satisfied with herself now that her plan actually worked.

On second thought. It hadn't actually worked on me, since I don't really like Greg. It was just all part of the plan. A plan I don't really have any heart on following through anymore, especially after what happened in the janitor's closet earlier.

"I don't know, Mom." I desperately tried to think of a good excuse to bail on the spot. "I might have plans on that night."

She frowned, "Whatever it was, cancel. This party is going to be great. Phyllis invited some of the well to do families in this town. The mayor's wife will be there. It'll be good for us if people actually see us there."

It surprises me sometimes how Mom and I were alike. We'd practically do anything for the sake of our own reputation. I guess I couldn't blame her. We'd been one of the well to do families before… until I got myself pregnant at sixteen, and Dad cheated on Mom with a tattooed hooker. All we both wanted are for things to go back to the way they were.

I sighed. Maybe this party wouldn't hurt. It'll be good for us. Besides I don't have anything to do on Friday night anyway now that Santana and I were… well, I think we're over. I don't think she'll let me get near her without pulling my hair or shoving me on the hallway after that slap. Forget her. She's never been good for me anyway.

"Okay," I finally answered.

I don't think Mom could be anymore happier. She beamed again and gave me a hug. "It'll be a great party, Quinn. I promise."

I just nodded on her shoulders, not feeling anywhere near excited about the party.

PS: I am now working on the next chapter. Still have two days to make it up before workday again.