Chapter Seven

"You're doing it wrong!"

"No I'm not! It clearly tells us that we have to do it this way."

"You can't even read Spanish, Brittany." Santana groans loudly in frustration, hitting her head on the table softly.

I frowned at her before looking down at the sheet that was given to us with instructions on it. I couldn't understand any of it but I'm positive that Mr. S told us that we had to get pictures of Spanish food and paste them in our books. Of course, I was only half listening at the time but still, fifty percent of my hearing heard what he said.

"It says that we have to paste the pictures in our books."

"No, it says that we have to make a booklet and stick our pictures in it. We have to write the information in the booklet too. I speak Spanish, I know what I'm talking about and you don't." Santana glared at me.

I felt my face heating up in embarrassment and I laughed nervously. I could see her infamous smirk start to form on her face when she finally proved me right. I tried to glare back at her but it only ended up with me averting my gaze to the floor. I could hear her laughing quietly to herself making blush even more. We have been in the library since the start of lunch and we still haven't made much progress on our project. The project isn't due until next week but Santana claims that she has better things to do than working on homework with me outside of school later on in the week. I'm pretty sure when she says 'better things' she means cheerio practice and sucking face with Sam. I shudder slightly in disgust of the thought of Santana and Sam. I'm surprised Sam hasn't managed to accidentally sucked Santana's whole head into his mouth when they were kissing. His lips and mouth are massive.

"Cold?" Santana snapped me out of my thoughts causing me to look up at her to see her looking at me with curious eyes.

"Uh, yeah." I shrug, grimacing because I know I'm a terrible liar. Santana scoffs loudly further confirming my bad lying skills.

"Anyway, I will make the booklet quickly and then you can paste the pictures in it. Do you think you can handle that Britty?" She asked in a sweet mocking voice.

Anger surged through me at the question as I clenched my fist into a ball tightly to try to resist the urge to throw a chair across the room. Did she honestly think I was stupid? I mean, yes, I'm pretty bad at Spanish but I'm trying my hardest to stay on top of all of my studies. If she thought she was so smart, why doesn't she just do this project by herself and avoid the frustration she is clearly bringing herself to try to work with me? She could have been just teasing me but I just hate when people think or tell me I'm stupid. It annoys the crap out of me.

"Yeah, I can handle it." I manage to get out through gritted teeth.

"Good." She smiles half-heartedly before standing up from her chair and walking off to find some paper to make into a booklet.

I started to cut out the pictures slowly. The more I focus on it, the more I become calmer. I glance over to the librarian's desk to see Santana and the librarian talking. The small dimples on her face showed whenever she smiled even the smallest smiles and the way her nose crinkled up whenever she laughed made my heart melt. My insides felt all fuzzy and the butterflies that were flying around in my stomach were going crazy. I don't know how I can be angry as hell at her one minute and in the next minute I'm feeling like an over-excited school girl from just glancing her way. Santana did strange things to me. My eyes widened when I realized she was looking back at me. I blushed furiously and pulled my gaze away from hers. I heard her giggle quietly and a few seconds later she was back in her chair with some papers.

"We have to hurry this up because lunch is almost over and I've got cheer practice next period. Coach would kill me if I'm late." Santana tells me as she starts folding the pieces of paper.

"Sue makes you girls practice a lot. It's only a high school cheerleading team so I don't know why she's being so harsh. After high school all you girls won't even care about cheerleading, being popular or who has the most popular boyfriend like Sam." I comment, watching her reaction when I mention her boyfriend. Her face scrunches up in disgust which causes me to smile internally.

"Maybe we won't care about cheerleading after high school but Sue cares. It's all she cares about and the cheerios mean the world to her so it's only fair that we give her our time and effort to cheerleading. Without us she can't do what she loves. We enjoy it most days and some of the cheerios plan to continue this in college. As for being popular, that's a bonus. The popular boyfriend I can definitely do without." She shrugs like she doesn't care but I can tell that she really does care about her squad.

I could feel a goofy grin making its way onto my face at her cuteness. Wait. Did I just call her cute? Santana Lopez cute? I don't think she would get that compliment a lot from people. She looked up at me and frowned in confusion.

"Don't look at me like that." She muttered bashfully.

"Like what?" I teased playfully.

"Like I'm a good person." She said barely above a whisper, looking back at the papers and started folding again to distract herself.

I wanted to tell her that she was a good person. Despite all the bullying that she had done to me, she still held me when I was upset and she helped me at the bus stop. I know she won't believe anyone if they told her she was a good person. She would probably get all defensive and end up proving how much of a bad person she can be.

"Do you honestly feel like you're not a good person Santana?"

"Are you really asking me that question? I'm not a good person, you know that, I know that and everyone knows that."

The bell rang loudly and Santana was quick to shoot up from her seat, grabbing her cheerio bag that was next to her chair before heading to the exit. Right before she was about to push open the door she stopped and turned around.

"Are you alright to finish that off? We can research the information next time." She tapped her foot impatiently on the ground while she waited for my answer.

"Yeah, sure." I nodded reassuringly, feeling like she wouldn't take no as an answer anyway.

That's all it took for her to go sprinting out the door. I sighed loudly and started to pack up my things and putting it in my bag. Maybe with Santana being so nice to me, others will follow her lead. By others I mean the rest of the cheerios and the football players.

xxxxxx

I let out a scream as soon as I felt a pair of hands on me. Their grip tightened and one of the hands flew over my mouth to muffle my screams. I tried looking up to see who had their hands on me but I only caught a glimpse of blonde hair. Sam? I was lying on the couch under the bleachers so unfortunately it was easy for him to hold me down. I should've gone to my last class. I could've avoided this.

"Come on Puck, you won't get into trouble. Just knock her out and we will throw her into the dumpster. No one will know it was you." Sam encouraged when Puck stood in front of me. I looked at him with pleading eyes and I could see the hesitation all over his face.

"Why are we even doing this Sam? She did nothing to you to make her bully her so much. I can't believe you want me to fucking knock her out!"

"It's because Santana said too and whatever Santana says, we do. You already know this, she told you to bully the fuck out of her too. She told everyone so hurry up and knock her out. Stop being such a fucking pussy." Sam growled impatiently.

So that's why everyone bullied me. Everyone stayed away from me because Santana used her 'head cheerleader power' and not because I was the weird kid. I guess Santana really doesn't like being the good person at all. Even when we were little kids she used the little power she had over others to bully me just because she doesn't like me. It feels like if she doesn't like me, no one else will.

Puck sent me an apologetic look before bringing his arm back, fist clenched. Fear and panic surged through me as I watched his arm swing forward forcefully.

Everything was black after that.

xxxxxx

I groaned as my head pounded painfully. Someone touching my head had waked me up but I couldn't open my eyes up yet because my head hurt like a bitch. I could feel the part of my head throb where Puck hit. Ouch.

"Brittany, wake up." I hear Quinn's soft voice.

"She won't wake up just because you tell her too. We've been this like ten times Fabgay." I could picture Santana rolling them beautiful brown eyes at Quinn.

"Shut up." I mumble out through a groan.

"You were saying Santana?" Quinn said smugly.

"She's alive!" The Mack squealed happily.

I peaked open one eye even though it hurt like hell. The Skanks and Santana were standing around the dumpster, looking down at me. Ronnie hit The Mack softly at the back of her head.

"Of course she's alive!"' Ronnie chuckled.

"Barely." I try to joke but Quinn and Santana both glare at me.

"Not funny Britt." Quinn huffed.

"Well, it was for me." I poke my tongue out at her. "By the way, thanks for just leaving me in the dumpster and staring at me in a pile of rubbish, appreciate it."

I opened my other eye as Sheila picked me up and lifted me out of the dumpster. Quinn was quick to help me stand up properly, wrapping an arm around me as a wave of dizziness came over me and my legs wobbled slightly. I sent her a grateful smile before putting most of my weight on her even though I knew she was struggling.

"Give her to me. I'm stronger." Santana insisted, walking over to us and holding out her arms but Quinn just sent her a hateful look that even Coach Sue would be scared of. When it didn't look like Quinn was going to let go anytime soon I decided to try and persuade her.

"Q, she's a cheerio. She can probably lift three people at once in her sleep. Just let her help me to your car and then you can drive me home if you want." I suggested. She reluctantly nodded and handed me over to Santana. We all started walking to Quinn's car across the parking lot.

"Or I could drive her home because I'm a better driver too." Santana smirked. She was trying to piss Quinn off and everyone knew it. Before Quinn could say anything Santana continued to talk. "Who the fuck did this to you?"

"No one." I mutter while looking at the ground, thankfully we were almost at the car and the dizziness was slowly wearing off.

"Oh really? So you just knocked yourself out and slept walked over to the dumpster? That's a weird thing to do in your spare time. Personally, I prefer to do things that are a little less… painful." She said sarcastically. "You're the worst liar ever, Britt." I smiled at the nickname that only Quinn, Mike and Blaine use.

"It was Sam and Puck."

Santana opened the passenger door for me and sat me down carefully in the seat.

"I knew it!" The Mack laughed.

"How are people even scared of that dumbass?" Santana barks in annoyance. "I'll have a chat with the boys. They might lose a nut or two but they will get the message."

"You don't have to do that. You told them to do it and they did, perfectly in fact. You don't have to pretend that you can tolerate being around me anymore. I can finish off the project by myself and you won't ever have to do what you're doing right now for me. Thanks for the help though."

"What the fuck are you talking about Britt?" Santana asks in confusion.

"I don't think she wants to talk to you anymore Santana." Quinn butts in, standing in between us.

"Fuck you, get the fuck out of my way Fabray!" Santana tries to shove Quinn out of the way but Quinn just closes my door and shoves her back.

Ronnie and Sheila both hold Santana back as Quinn walks around the car and gets into the driver seat. I could still hear Santana yelling curses and it was just making the throbbing in my head worse than it already was. The Mack jumps into the back with a devilish grin on her face stating that she loves when people get into fist fights. I close my eyes and rest my head on the headrest in exhaustion while I listen to The Mack rant on about pointless things.

"Are you alright, Britt?" Quinn finally asks when were about halfway to my house.

"Do I look alright?"

"You always look good." The Mack smiled sweetly.

"Stop flirting with her." Quinn warned The Mack.

"And only you can? Not fair." The Mack pouted playfully, ducking when Quinn tried to hit her.

"Do you want to stay at my house tonight?" Quinn asks me and I nod thankfully.

"Can I sleepover too?" The Mack asked, hope laced in her voice.

"Britt needs the rest. Maybe next time? I don't think she wants too many people around her right now. She got knocked out for Christ's sake!"

"They are so mean to her. I've never seen them go this far just to bully someone."

"I know, they are dickheads."

"Don't worry Britt. It will get better. I promise." The Mack hugged me around the chair.

Hopefully it will get better.

Author's note:

Sorry this took so long to update! Thanks for the reviews, favorites and follows! Hopefully this chapter wasn't too short and HOPEFULLY this will be one of the last bullying incidents Britt has! Maybe, maybe not. We shall see what happens… I really don't like Brittany getting hurt, happy Brittany is nice!

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