A/N: Sorry guys for the late update. Plants vs Zombies 2 is ruining my life right now. -_-
Enjoy. :)
Chapter Eight
Quinn
That was weird. How long did I stare at that piñata? The class just ended with Mr. Shue, as what my classmates called him, welcomed us to his Spanish class, which is obvious by the way, wrote something on the board, and then the bell rang. I was one of the few who were left in the room. Mr. Shue looks funny with his mouth open and what's in his hair? It looks like there's enough of it to season a wok in a busy Chinese restaurant.
I gave him a tight-lipped smile before I went out and head for my last class. I hope next class would be better. Sigh.
I entered the classroom from the back door and took the only vacant seat in front which is the first chair from the left. Oh great. I'm seating close to two Cheerios. I hope they don't recognize me because I recognize the bubbly blond Cheerio is the head cheerleader. I've seen her from last year's competition and damn that girl can move.
I quickly took my seat and duck my head a little so that they would not recognize. The teacher's here. Focus Fabray.
"Hola clase! I'm Holly Holliday and I'll be taking over Mrs. Duran's class this year. She's suffering from serious depression because her favorite TV show Desperate Housewives got cancelled after eight seasons so here I am! Any questions before we start?" She asked cheerfully.
Oh wow. She's really our teacher? She looks like she came from a runway. A long-legged blond model. Woot woot.
"Are we going to read another of Shakespeare's boring and tragic classics?" Someone from the back asked.
"I thought you'd never ask". Ms. Holliday said with a smile.
"No. We are not going to "read" another mind-numbing, catastrophic classic from that writer! That would suck, don't you agree?"
A collective of, "Hell, yeah!" roared
"Right?" She said grinning.
"So I thought of, why not try something new? I'll pass a piece of paper, write your favorite book that you want the class to work on this year, I'll collect it, put it in this box and I'll let one of you to pick one so that you can blame him or her and not me. Understood?"
"Yes!"
Ms. Holliday distributed the paper and quickly said with a serious face,
"Oh! Before you write anything, a reminder that Fifty Shades Trilogy, Harry Potter and Twilight Series, has been banned by Principal Figgins."
"Boo!"
"What the!?"
"Hell to the NO!"
"Sorry slash not sorry." Ms. Holliday said and shrugged.
This teacher's really cool. I'm grinning so hard that my cheeks hurt because I think that those were the books that they will write. I've read all of those but I already have a book in mind.
Ms. Holliday collected the papers using the box and handed it to the skinny looking jock in class to pick one. He closed his eyes and gave the paper he picked back to Ms. Holliday. She reached for it, returned to her table, read it wordlessly, and looked back in class, grinning as she said.
"This would be interesting."
Santana
Woo! Last class!
Brittany and I entered the room and noticed that almost all the seats were occupied. I saw Mercedes waving at us. She's seated next to Tina and the saved us seats in front of them. Praise!
Britt saw Cece, one of the few nice Cheerios, seated in front of her and they began to chat. Britt's talking like an energizer bunny that she accidentally knocked her binder off her chair. I helped to gather her notes as if she needs it. She's a genius I tell you. She takes down notes so she will not get bored and to kill time. Both of us do. We do not study for exams. Every lesson's retained in our memory. We're both smart but she's smarter than me. Get it? Good.
The teacher entered the room.
Oh, hello there, our favorite substitute teacher. I raised a brow. She did the same to me. I just shook my head while grinning as she introduced herself to the rest of the class..
"…I'm Holly Holliday and I'll be taking over Mrs. Duran's class this year. She's suffering from serious depression because her favorite TV show Desperate Housewives got cancelled after eight seasons…"
I wrinkle my nose in disgust. I didn't watch that series though I saw my parents watching it in the living room. I don't know. Maybe I'm not that interested with a bunch of MILFs gossiping and having secrets of their own, though Eva Longoria and Teri Hatcher are really really hot mamas. Ugh! I really shouldn't hang out with Puck that often.
Now back to Ms. Holly, she's really awesome. She once took over glee club when Mr. Shue was sick and thank heavens we've been relieved of the idea of Journey songs for sectionals for a week. She's a free spirit and knowing her, this class will not get boring.
"Are we going to read another one of Shakespeare's dreadful classics"? Someone from the back asked.
"I thought you'd never ask." Ms. Holliday said with a smile.
"No. We are not going to do another mind-numbing, catastrophic classic from that writer! That would suck, don't you agree?"
"Hell, yeah!"
" Right. So I thought of, why not try something new? I'll pass a piece of paper, write your favorite book that you want the class to work on this year, I'll collect it, put it in this box and I'll let one of you to pick one so that you can blame him or her and not me. Understood?"
"Yes!"
I knew it! I'm internally doing my "happy dance" ! Take that Shakespeare ! Haha! Woo! Happy dance... Happy dance... I'm buzzing with excitement. Hmmm... What to write, what to write...Fifty shades of grey? Darker? Freed? No... No... How aboutz... Twilight!? Err... No... Can't imagine KStew... Oh! I know! Harry Potter (British accent)! Too many books... Sigh! Ok I'll just choose book five, Order of the ...
"Oh! Before you write anything, a reminder that Fifty Shades Trilogy, Harry Potter and Twilight Series, has been banned by Principal Figgins."
What the freaking fuck!? Banned!?
"Boo!"I yelled
"What the!?" Ooohhh ... The Asian's pissed...
"Hell to the NO!" Mercedes obviously.
"Sorry slash not sorry." Ms. Holliday shrugged.
BITCH! I'd throw my pie for this! Whyyyy! Britt's smirking at me. I glared at her to make her stop but by the way she looks right now, she's the one doing her "happy dance". I think, no, i know, She's plotting something. I shoved her lightly. She smirked and stuck her tongue at me.
I huffed. What else would be interesting besides the charisma of Mr. Grey, Jacob Black's abs, and Harry Potter's accent?... Sigh!
Ding!ding!ding! Oh I know! Thank god Figgins didn't ban Suzanne Collins! I needs to gets my Hunger Games on! Haha!
I hope ms. Holliday will pick-
Aw gawd. She gave the box to Anderson. I swear to my vinyl toy collection, if that idiot ever picked something as bad as his motherfucking excuse for a face, I will cut him!
"Well this is interesting..."
Hunger Games' interesting. Think positive... Think of happy thoughts... Happy thoughts... Hmmm... Please be Hunger Games. Please be Hunger Games pleaseee. I said mentally like a mantra, crossing my fingers. Britt's still grinning at me. I glared at her for the nth time and poke out my tongue. I'm still mentally reciting my mantra as Ms. Holliday continues.
"I hope everyone's familiar with the works of Mr. Coelho." She smirked.
Please be- the fucking hell!? Coelho? Paulo fucking Coelho!? No!no!no! Stupid Anderson! Asshole's gonna pay! How the fuck did his fucking excuse of a fucking hand-picked Coelho?! That must me Collins! Collins! You idiot!
I'm sending him a death glare, listing his name to my black book. He saw me and turned still as stone. Beware you fucking asshole, who doesn't know how to construct a proper sentence. If being a jock, playing for the hockey team didn't help you to become finally famous over everything, I will put you to the hall of fame or should I say shame. I told you, I get everything I want. If I don't, feel my wrath. Rawr!
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Quinn
Happy dance happy dance! Yes! Paulo Coelho, in the house! I'm grinning like an idiot. Stop it! They'll burn you alive. Haha. Sorry bitches. I won. A small smirk plastered in my face as Ms. Holliday continues...
" Hey guys, don't hate Mr. Anderson here. It's not his fault his hand's a little clumsy." She grinned, mocking the jock. "I bet mo one will admit he or she picked the book?" She asked. "Thought so..."
Of course, no one would admit that they picked Coelho. No one wants to die. I don't.
She dramatically sighed and continued...
"So about what we all agreed, we'll not be taking Shakespeare, but, Paulo Coelho's "By the River Piedra I sat down and wept". Don't feel gloomy guys, this is a nice one. I don't know why one of you picked this book but I hope everyone will take a liking to it. Now, I want you to read this book, but not alone. You will have a partner, but not the one who's beside you."
I hear a collective of aws echoed in the room. I don't care who my partner would be as long as we work well together. I gave a coy smile to my cheerleader seat mate that she shyly returned. Weird. I thought these girls are bitches? Oh we'll, I guess there's a few exceptions.
"Now, first row and third row, your partners will be the person behind you now. You cannot switch partners because I already took a picture of your seating arrangement." she said showing her phone with the said picture while smirking.
"We will discuss one or two chapters every meeting and then at the end of the week, I want you and your partner to have a joint reaction paper for the tackled chapters, to be submitted every Monday. Understood?
"Yes." We replied. Some just nodded.
"Now, I'm hungry. Let's get some tacos!"
And the bell rang.
I can hear my "partner" behind me angrily muttering something to her friend who hurriedly left together with the Cheerio beside me whom I gave another side smile which she returned with a slight blush. I ignored it and prepare my things. I took a deep breath to calm myself, stood up and turned around. Time to greet my partner.
Santana
I'm pouting and still pissed because one, it's Coelho and not Collins, and two, Britt's not my partner. I know she'd read his works and have a complete collection of his books. I've read one of his books but its "Eleven Minutes", you guess why. Everyone's getting ready to leave and head home. I waved at Mercedes and Tina who hurriedly left. I haven't met my partner. At least B will get along with Cece. They're in the Cheerios for fuck sake. They already left because they have practice. Who in their right minds have practice on the first day of class? Fucking Sue. Fucking Anderson. Sigh. I hope I get along with Blondie here. Oh wait she's ready to leave. I'm about to tap her shoulder when...
"You!?" I pointed
"You?!" She pointed angrily
Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me! That insufferable Bitch-slapping bacon-whore Barbie is my freaking partner?!
The other students that were left inside the class room stopped what they were doing. Seriously, why are they always stopping whenever they hear my voice? Gossip whores. I glared at them and they hurriedly exited the room. Now, it's me and this bitch. Bring it on Blondie.
"What are you doing here? Did someone leave your cage open? or are you stalking me or something?" I narrowed my eyes on her, crossing my arms and checking her from head to foot. Wow, she's prett- oh shut it! You're at war! Focus!
"Me? A stalker? Haha don't flatter yourself Taco Bell. I'm here to study and not to stalk your little ass. Maybe its YOU who's following me and well, I think someone needs to learn their manners."
She retorts, copying me with a perfectly raised eyebrow that I want to trace with my fing-. Ugh!
"Oh , you don't want to go that way Barbie. You see, this is my fourth year in this school, fourth year with perfect grades and the fourth year, I, rule this school. I don't do stalking, that's just creepy." I stated.
"You? Rule this school?" She asked mockingly.
"Uh huh... I always get what I want. I have my ways. "I said smirking.
She stood firmer and gave a faux laugh.
"You've got to be kidding me. Funny. Who in their right minds would follow a nerd who looks homeless, doesn't comb their hair which seems to be a bird's nest on a spring day, forgot their manners as if they lived from a cave and act as if arrogance is a virtue?" She challenged
I glared at her with my mouth slightly open and retorts.
"Bitch, you didn't just-" I glared at her.
"You are messing with the wrong person." I said pointing at her. "This "nerd", pointing to myself, "...is warning you to watch your back because I, will put you in your proper place. You can ask around who "Santana Lopez" is in this school. Maybe if you'll ask my forgiveness now that I, I quote "might forget" everything that came out of your (sexy, ugh! Stop it! Focus! ) mouth."
"Me? Apologize? Really? Did you forget what you did in the past week? Are you that old that even your memory is in black and white? So no. I will not make an apology. You are the one who needs to say sorry. Not me. And maybe, I might forgive you for all the insults that came from your filthy mouth." she said with a stern tone.
"Nah uh. I already said that I was sorry for what I did last time but then, YOU! Bitch slapped me! So it's you that should apologize."
"Oh," she said mockingly, squinting her eyes, inching a little closer, looking directly to my eyes. Oh sweet mother of god. She smells good and those eyes, those lips looks so- Calm your tits Lopez!
"... I did, didn't I? Well, guess what? You deserved it! You apologized for being nosey but not after you insulted me, again!" She said through gritted teeth.
"I was about to apologize! But then you slapped me before I do!" I exclaimed irritated. How many times did I hear and say the words that go with "sorry" and "apologize"? Eight? Nine? I lost count. I don't do sorry! This is not me! What is happening to me! I want to pout but I'm here with Blondie. I need to look fierce!
She pulled away but kept her stand, challenging me to say it. And I just lost the battle. Fine! I guess it's just me and her. No one will hear "The great Santana Lopez" apologize to a peasant. Sigh. She should be thankful she's pretty in that dress and as what Brittany said, it was my fault after all. Need to listen to my best friend more often. I'm just hard-headed sometimes; well, all the time not that I would admit it. I looked around just to be sure before I defeatedly continued,
"Ok! Fine!" My hands thrown up in the air. "I'm sorry for offending you ok! There I said it. Happy?" I said and smiled with my teeth tightly clenched.
She just arched her eyebrow and said,
"No." and walked away hiding a smirk.
The fuck! Did she just...
"Hey"! I called to her in the hallway, Thank god there's no one left in the building.
She didn't stop walking.
"Hey!" I called again louder. "How can I apologize properly if I didn't know your name?"
She stopped, looked over her shoulder and said,
"I thought you have your ways?" she smirked and continued walking.
Well, damn.
Quinn
I continued walking towards the bulletin board to look for an elective class and I really need to get away from that "Santana Lopez" girl. Did she think that I will forgive her that easily? Ha! No. She always gets what she wants? Guess again. No. I will not forgive her, not now but eventually. She asked for my name. I thought she has her ways? So, work for it, bitch.
But seriously, she's pretty for a nerd behind those glasses. I like the Batman shirt to be honest. When I leaned closer to her, oh boy, those chocolate orbs...Her smell? It's my favorite scent. Fresh, cool and clean.
Why does she have to be a bitch again? I shook my head.
Oh! Here it is. I'm looking at the board and I saw the tryout list for the Cheerios was half an inch thick. I inspect the pages and noticed that it's almost full like, did all the students in this school wrote their names here? They're really popular. It's insane. Their coach is insane. I checked the other clubs on the board. Next to popularity is Football and then Hockey Team. No thanks. So, photography? Book club? Synchronize swimming? Chess? Debate club? Hmm...
"Hello there..."
Someone said and I automatically stiffened. It's like déjà vu. I slowly turned to the person who greeted me.
" Hi" I said timidly looking at those familiar chocolate orbs.
It's her. Oh. My. God.
