CHAPTER 4

"It's Friday, it's Friday. Gotta get down on Fri-"

I smack the snooze button on my phone. Yes, "Friday" is my alarm song, but only on Fridays. I have a firm policy of only hearing that song while I'm pre-gaming for a wild night, but I just can't help it. The song makes me laugh, and how fitting for me to wake up to it on Friday?

Anyway, I finally drag myself out of bed and down the hall to the bathroom. Fridays are my take-it-easy day. Class doesn't start until 1 and there's no morning lift, so I can sleep in and wake up slow. It's the best day of the week, besides Monday which is our day off. So, I get ready and head down to the cafe. I always meet Britt and Quinn for breakfast at 10. It's a great start to the day.

"Incoming," Quinn smirks.

"What? WHAT?" I demand.

"Don't look now, but your girl is sitting right in the middle of our exit route," Brittany giggles at my immediate discomfort.

"Oh God. We can't go that way," I stutter.

"That's the only way out," Quinn adds. What a know-it-all.

"Let's just wait 'til she leaves then. No rush," I say, feigning control.

"Class in ten minutes and you have treatment. Let's go," Britt says as she and Quinn drag me up and we start walking. I feel like my blood vessels are about to rupture, my heart's beating so fast. We edge closer and I can't breathe. I see Santana sitting with Bree and Julie. None of them are looking up. Looks like I can squeeze by without saying anything if I'm lucky. I feel a hand between my shoulder blades, then a firm push, then I'm literally in Bree's lap. Wow, Quinn. Best friend of the year.

"Oh Jeez. Wow I am so sorry, you guys," I stammer.

"A simple 'hi' would have been just fine, Larson," Santana says, with flirty eyes.

"Haha, yeah. I-"

Quinn pulls me up. "What a klutz, this kid! And to think, these are the athletes that represent our school," she says, rolling her eyes. I think I actually hate her right now.

"Well, time for class. We'll see you guys. By the way, nice win last night! Way to make us superfans proud," Britt adds, her usual bubbly self.

"Yeah, see you," Bree and Julie say, basically in unison.

"Bye, Olivia. See you guys later," Santana's gaze lingers a bit on mine and I can't look away. Her eyes are, like, ridiculously captivating. They're brown, but not a lame blah brown. They're magnificent. I choke out a goodbye and we're on our way, not fast enough in my opinion.

"Nice game back there, Romeo," Quinn teases.

"Wow, let's talk. You totally pushed me onto her! She's gonna think I was trying to cop a feel! Oh my gosh, my life is over," I frantically say.

"Relax. You were so adorable. It was like watching a giraffe trying to stand for the first time," Brittany added, "You were real. It was apparent you were nervous and that's adorable to Santana. Trust me, I know. She talks a big game and acts hard to impress, but she totally loves that charming fumbling around stuff."

"Really?" my face brightens.

"Come on before you start writing sonnets," Quinn said. With that, Brittany headed to class and Quinn walks me to the training room.

"Puck, always a pleasure seeing you," I nod to Puck.

"You think this is pleasure? You ain't seen nothing yet, Big O. Hop up on the table. Looks like we're doing a compression massage and slush bucket," he informs me.

"Big O?"

"It's better than juice," he adds.

"Valid. So, Puck, you know Santana Lopez right? She's on the hockey team,"

"Yeah I know her alright. Best hook up I've ever had," he smirks. My heart stops a bit.

"What? You guys hook up?"

"From time to time. She's not much for relationships, though." Oh wow. What? Did I just hear that? What is she doing with me then?

"Why do you ask, you digging her these days? Because if so, I support it only if I'm allowed to watch. You and her. That would be all kinds of hot," Puck says.

"Haha, no that's not the case. I was just wondering. She's been coming out to our games lately, that's all," I respond.

"Yeah that's weird for her to make such an effort to support you guys. Usually she makes everyone come to her," he adds, "she must like someone on the team. Lucky girl." If he only knew.

After my treatment, I head to the locker for meetings, meals, and preliminary warm ups. The game starts and I glance out to right field. Only Quinn and Brittany are sitting out there. She's not coming. Great. She totally was freaked out by my stupidness earlier. Good going, Livbug. To make matters worse, I'm playing right field today. Thanks, Coach. Rub it in a bit more, please.

No action in right field until the third inning when a girl hits a screamer in the gap. I immediately sprint for the ball, taking a sharp angle back. I call for it and realize it's a diver. I lay out in a leap of faith and make the grab. Thank God. I'm not usually very useful in the outfield.

"Oh yeah, 10. That's my girl!"

My heart stops. Then leaps. She did come after all. All I want to do is turn around and say hi, but Coach has strict rules on interacting with spectators. Eyes on the prize at all times.

"Hey, 10. What up? Can't say hi?" She adds. Santana does enjoy her chirping.

"Can it, Lopez! She can't speak to you. It's called team policies, ya know!" Britt yells in my defense. I can always count on her.

"Alright, fine. Liv, put your throwing hand on your hip if you can hear me,"

I oblige.

"Now put your hand on your hip if you're busy tonight."

I remove my hand and keep it at my side.

"Put your had on your hip if you'll go out with me tonight."

I wait a bit, deciding to make her sweat. Then eventually my hand goes up.

"Perfect. Dance party in our room tonight, you're sleeping over. Now win the game. I'm not into losers," she retorts, I can tell she's got a smug little smile on. I have a huge smile on, she just can't see it.

We end up winning, and I breeze through post game duties. I get back to my dorm with a little time to study before the party tonight, which I can't wait for. My phone buzzes.

"Yo, you gonna get it in tonight or what?" -Brittany.

I reply with "We'll see how it goes, but I'm gonna try,"

"YES! Do it, me and Quinn will be your wingwomen. This is happening."

I smile and shake my head at Britt's goofiness, I get another message.

"I'm probably the best wingwoman in the business. You're getting some tonight" -Q

How eloquent. I fly through my homework. There is literally nothing that can go wrong tonight. This is absolutely perfect. Nothing is standing in my way of what I want. Nothing.

Meanwhile...

"Q, we gotta seriously make sure Liv and San end up together at the end of the night."-Britt

"Why wouldn't they? Of course they're gonna end up together. We're the best wingwomen in the bizz" -Quinn

"You know how San can get. I'm just worried she'll punk out at the last second, and I don't want to see Liv's feelings hurt." -Brittany

"You think she will? Hmm, well not if we can help it." -Quinn