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I've been m.i.a for the last couple of days. Sorry ): Life's been busy and will only get busier once school starts in like 3 - 4 weeks. I'll try and finish this story before then though.
Well here's another chapter for you all. Enjoy (:
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Chapter 3: Joy Ride
Three weeks had passed since Santana and Puck had unexpectedly ran into Quinn, Rachel and Finn. In that time they had become good friends. With the exception of Rachel, Santana had become rather close to Quinn. The two girls, including Rachel at times, spent most of their day together while Finn and Puck were out of the house working in the garage. Santana didn't understand why they spent so much time in there but every time she asked Puck he would say it was a surprise and left it at that. She eventually grew tired of interrogating him and dropped the subject.
It almost seemed like things were back to normal. Excluding the fact that the world was a crumbling mess, the five of them had fun together. Always joking and laughing with each other, even pulling a few pranks here and there for kicks.
"Hey Santana?" Quinn whispered into her ear.
Santana shivered at the sudden feeling of Quinn's warm breath on her neck, clutching her sheets closer to her.
" Mmm… what is it Q?" mumbled Santana, her voice raspy from sleep. She turned over on the couch to face Quinn. Since her fist day there Santana declared the couch hers and any smart ass that was going to go against that would get their ass whooped. Puck had been a prime example of what that meant. Lets just say he couldn't walk straight for a good 3 days.
"Rachel and I are going to go down to the watering hole. Wanna come?"
Quinn was literally jumping up and down in front of her. Santana wondered how she could have so much energy so early in the morning.
"Umm sure. Let me just get my stuff." She agreed, looking around the room for her bag.
"No need. Packed you an extra towel already. You'll be fine. Let's go! Rachel's waiting outside."
Quinn grabbed Santana's wrist and darted up the stairs, barley giving Santana enough time to pick up her leather jacket and combat boots before exiting the house. When they were out Santana saw Rachel waiting on the street dressed in full out beach wear, carrying two large bags, one on each shoulder.
"A little much, no?" asked Santana putting on her jacket.
"You can never be to prepared for a day out Santana. No time to chit chat let's move out!" shouted Rachel as she speed walked down the street.
"How did you live with her for so long?" groaned Santana.
"You get use to it I guess." smiled Quinn, skipping towards the small brunette.
Santana let out a long sigh and followed the two girls down the street. It took a good 15 minutes to reach the watering hole. Clothes became a thing of the past as the three girls jumped into the warm water. Shorts, pants and shirts flying in ever direction. Quinn and Santana splashed and dunked each other for hours, getting Rachel a few times as well, until they grew too hungry and tired to continue.
"I'm pretty sure I'll never get tired of dunking you Berry." teased Santana dragging herself out of the water.
"Unlike you Santana I do not participate in such barbaric behaviour. I'm surprised Quinn is participating in this. She was a lady before you came along." grumbled Rachel.
"Lighten up Rachel! You're just mad because you cant dunk either of us." said Quinn as she high fived Santana.
Rachel mumbled something inaudible and continued to swim laps in the watering whole. The two other girls laughed with amusement as they dried themselves off. They knew Rachel hated being wrong more then anything so doing so now was more then first class entertainment for the girls.
"Shit. Have you seen my shorts?" cussed Quinn looking through her bag.
Santana burst out in laughter when she saw them flouting around in the water. "Those don't happen to be them over there?"
The blonde turned around to where Santana was pointing. Quinn must have thrown them there when she was undressing.
"Well just fuck…" grumbled Quinn, "Whatever I'll borrow Rachel's for now."
"You sure that's a good idea? Man hands might end up drowning you for taking her shorts." giggled Santana as she watched the girl rummage through Rachel's bags.
"You're kidding right? I'll be the one doing the drowning. She's got nothing on me." smirked Quinn, "Plus its only for a little while. I don't think she'll mind… too much."
Santana smiled back at the girl as she lay down on the small towel Quinn handed her earlier. When she was dressed, Quinn came back with a few sandwiches and two bottles of water that she had taken out of her bag, throwing one of each to Santana. They ate quietly, looking up at the fluffy clouds above them until the comfortable silence was broken by a loud rumbling noise in the distance.
A large truck was speeding towards them. For a second Santana and Quinn had considered running for it until they realized who was driving the vehicle. Puck was stationed in the drivers seat with one hand hanging out from the window and the other loosely placed on top of the wheel.
When he got close enough to the two girls he skidded to a stop, angling the car side ways so that the passengers side was facing them.
"Hey there ladies! Wanna go for a spin?" he asked cockily lifting one eyebrow.
Once the cloud of dust had cleared and Santana could get a good look at the vehicle, her eye's widened in amazement. "Holy shit Puckerman! Where did you get this truck?"
The truck was monstrous and way better looking then Finn's Jeep. Four massive heavy duty tires supported it's the bulky blue frame, towering above her and Quinn.
"Get it? Girl I made this car! Well with Finn's help of course. He said I could keep it though. What do you think?" grinned Puck, opening up the passenger side window lower so he could get a better view of the girls.
Santana opened the door and sat down in the passengers seat, examining the interior of the vehicle. "It's fricken awesome is what I think! Got to hand it to you Puck this is pretty sweet."
"Up for a ride? I have to fill it up a bit. Finn said there should be a gas station 10 minutes north of here."
"For sure." Santana turned her attention back to Quinn, almost completely forgetting about the girl. "Want to come with us too Quinn? You can sit on my lap." she suggested giving Quinn a flirty smile.
"Nice try Lopez but I think I'm going to go back in." she said passing Santana her pants and tank top through the window. "It looks like Rachel's looking for some payback for her shorts so I'll stay here. Don't be gone too long!" warned Quinn.
"Suite yourself. Be back soon!" Screamed Santana over the loud roar of the engine as they drove off.
She noticed Puck smirking at her for the corner of her eye as she shimmied into her pants and top.
"What's gotten into you?"
His eye's quickly darted back to the road in front of him when he realized that she caught him staring at her.
"It's just good to see you smiling again. I haven't seen you this happy since…" he trailed off shrugging, knowing Santana knew what he was referring too.
Even though Puck was a jerk most of the time he had his moments. He really cared about Santana. They had been best friends since the 2nd Grade. They always looked out for each other no matter how bad the situation they were in was. As much as she wanted to kill him most of the time, sometimes she just wanted to give the big guy a hug. But Santana Lopez doesn't let anyone in.
"Carebear was worried about me?" She teased, not missing the eye role Puck sent her.
What did I do to deserve this? He asked himself.
"Just looking out for my babe." he taunted, emphasizing the last word. Puck knew Santana hated being called any cutesy name and it coming from him got on her ever single nerve.
"You're fucking lucky you're driving, you know?" Santana pointed out, clearly annoyed by his comeback, but smiled knowing she was asking for it.
They drove in silence for the rest of the ride. Santana's long dark brown hair danced in the wind coming in from her open window, sending little shivers through her body whenever she felt her still wet hair hit the dare skin on her neck. Puck hummed quietly beside her, enjoying the adrenaline rush he was getting from racing down the empty freeway.
They spotted the gas station on the other side of a narrow bridge. Once they reached the pumps Puck went to fill up the truck while Santana got out of the car to take look around the area. There was nothing but a few trees and shrubs scattered in the deserted farm fields. Walking closer to the bridge Santana spots a small cloud of dust coming their way at 3 o'clock. Immediately she ducks down behind the concrete railing of the bridge pressing her back hard against it. Puck who's been eyeing Santana cautiously for the last 5 minutes notices her change in behaviour, puts down the fuel nuzzle and walk's crouched down towards her.
He sat down next to Santana, protectively placing his arm over her body as he peeked over the edge of the concrete block. Three midsized vehicles with gang a symbol painted on each of the hoods were speeding towards the underpass, a large cloud of dust tailing behind them. He could feel Santana's body tense under his arm when the cars came to a stop below them. Puck gently rubbed his hand up and down her arm trying to calm his friend down but Santana just became more jerky, flinching away from the contact. She felt a cold sweat cover her tanned skin as she remembered the last time they had crossed paths with a gang. The two of them had barely escaped with their lives. If it wasn't for Puck and his skilled hot wiring skills they would have been dead now. Tossed in a ditched somewhere left to die or get mauled by Darkseekers. Being in either one of the scenarios made her skin crawl.
Santana was snapped out her daze when she heard the doors of the vehicles open. Her head jerked up looking over the concrete block. Six men got out of the cars wearing long dark clothing covered with chains and little spikes. They were covered from head to toe with various tattoo's of skulls and odd looking writing. Most of them had long untamed hair or dreadlocks that went pass their shoulders except for one guy who had a blue coloured fohawk. He stood out from the rest of them and Santana knew she was looking at the leader of the small group. He was much shorter then the rest of the rest of them and a bit scrawnier but she could tell that he was the most twisted out of all of them by the way he smiled. A large crooked grin was plastered on his face, never wavering as he opened up the trunk of the car he was in.
An unsettling silence filled the air as two of his men took a large object out of his trunk. It was covered up in a large filthy rag, stained in what looked like dirt and oil stains. A loud thud echoed through the underpass as the men carelessly dropped the object on the pavement, slightly unraveling the rag in the process. Squinting her eye's to try to identify what was under it, Santana's breath hitched in realization.
It was a body.
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