Author's note: Hi again! sorry I've being so fail at updating. I might be starting my seventh class for this semester soon, and school is so frusterating! Why do people need it? Really? And time restrictions on my computer is no help either. Anway's. Enjoy my pretties!
Time seemed to slow; I could see the rest of the students ducking for cover and could see their mouth's stretch to unbelievable lengths. But there was no sound; there was only my breathing mixed with the light whimper coming from Brittany. The mouth of the gun was ironically dark, but it matched the murderous I could feel burning into me from David. I could feel Brittany trying to pull me down behind the desk with her, but my feet where planted. No body brings a gun any where near my angel and gets away with it. Was all I could think; my senses numbing worst than when Brittany first kissed me, finally I moved but not to cower with Brittany.
"Kape. So David, you have three seconds to tell me what the fuck you are doing in here. Why the fuck you have a gun to my face, and why you fucken killed my history teacher." I ever so calmly spat in his face.
"Because you told. You fucken bitch! You told ever one that I-" dropping his voice with his eye's skirting around the room, as if daring anyone to make a move. "That I'm gay."
"I saw you checking out Sam's ass. It's not as if the whole world didn't know already. You practically scream gay! All that's missing is the rainbow coloured neon sign above your head." His finger grazed across the trigger, raising an eyebrow as if telling me to continue my rant. Think logically Santana. He has a god damn gun to your face and you're insulting him, that's smart. Shut up please, I'm trying to think. Please? Are you sick or something? Well just-
"-tempt me Lopez? Why don't you just get your skinny ass out here and show me what you have!" Moving slowly I watch his finger movements. Feeling a tight tug on my jean's I look down into crying blue orbs, Brittany practically pleading with me to not do this. The amount of fear displayed so clearly on her face is what hurts the most, He is doing this. David will pay. Whipping my attention back to him I see his attention is no longer on me, but at his partner in crime, practically drooling at him. Pathetic. I take this advantage and jump him, throwing the gun to the other side of the room while scheduling him with a personal meeting with my fist.
"Fuck you Lopez!" He growl's at me while throwing me hard against the white board. Pain shoots up my spin, I can tell now that I'm going to have a nasty bruise there as my world begins to shatter before me. I move my eye's up from the floor and see the blood that has pooled around the teacher, then the anger on David's face as he walks up to me and yanks me off the floor with one hand.
"You're not so strong are you Lopez? Or should I say Lezpez?" Everyone knows already. Is he that stupid?
"Sure, you can call me what ever you want GayDave." Smart one. He starts to look like a tomato as his fat face became redder and redder by the second. Next thing I know I feel my head snap back connecting with a nearby desk while my ass finds the floor.
"Santana!"
"Shut up blondie!" Brandon growls at Brittany, as she whimpers when his gun turns to her. The world slows, yet speeds up. My vision seems blurrier. Is that even a word? No. The world around me is just becoming softer, yet my eye's feel like they can just close. Maybe I should close them, just for a second. No. Santana, get your head together. Your girl is being threatened.
"Stop." I manage to mumble.
"Awe look, Lezpez is trying to be strong. Come on, stand up and fight like a man Santana."
"David you know I am more of a man than you. I actually fuck girls. And not your partner in crime"
"David! I thought-"
"I didn't tell her."
"Just off her so we can go!"
"Where'd my gun go?"
"Over here bitches." I smirk. Unrenowned to them I moved to grab David's gun while the lover's argued. Now understand this, I have never once used a gun. Never held one before. And really never wanted to, ever. But here I stand now, holding a chunk of metal in my shaking hand's trying not to black out, while aiming my gun at David with Brandon's gun on me.
"Come 'on Lopez, just put the gun down and let us out of your misery. You're a sad excuse of life and just a plain bitch."
"Fuck you David." I throw the gun to the ground. What's the point of keeping it if I don't even know how to use it? And throw myself at David, my knee connecting perfectly with his groin but something sharp hit's me, darkening my world around me.
Hello? Is anyone there? There is me, but you don't like talking to yourself. What's happened? I know as much as you know dipshit. But here's what I can tell you, your eyes are open and you're looking into Brittany's eyes aimlessly. You're clearly bleeding out of your leg, and gaydave with his boyfriend have left. Why is Brittany crying? Well look! You're clearly awake now, but you're not responding to her. Your not-
"-tana please! Santana please baby talk to me. Please."
"Is it bad that you still look absolutely beautiful when you cry?" receiving a huge white smile from Brittany, she pulled me in to her chest tight.
"Santana! I love you. I love you so god damn much. Never fight against Hitler again!"
"Hitler?"
"Yeah. He was exactly like Hitler, killed carelessly but was a baby when he got his ass whooped." Gosh she's beautiful when she is smart. Wait, I'm bleeding out all over the floor, so stop gushing over how absolutely perfect your girlfriend is.
"Okay Brit-babe. Now can we please give me some drugs so this pain goes away?" I look around, finally taking in the room around me. Police stood outside of the room questioning student's who huddled together terrified. Emergency people stood by, a stretcher already in the room but my head rested comfortably on Brittany's lap as she played with my hair. They gave Brittany a quick nod, but she put her hand up to them stopping them dead in their tracks.
"I have some weed in my locker!"
"Not today Brit." I can't help but giggle, groaning slightly at how gross my laugh currently sounded.
"Ms?"
"Oh right! Sanny baby, there's men say that they will make you feel better. But I wasn't letting them take you until you woke up. I told them you'd wake up better if I was holding you, but they said only to hold your head because something about hurting your spine and killing you instantly if I move you too fast. So I made sure I was ober careful. I was even more careful than when I had to hold Lord Tubbington's head as he squirmed for his shots. OH MY GOD! Lord Tubbington is going to be so worried about you, Sanny I think he loves you, even though I told him you are my soulmate, he still talks about how perfect you are. And-"
"Okay ma'am I think she get's it. We'll take it from here." One of the guys's stated, I shot him my signature glare, warning him. Coz he ain't be treat'n my girl like this. Stop trying to be ghetto.
Moaning slightly when the emergency crew move me onto the stretcher; I reach my hand out grabbing hold of Brittany's. To reassure her I'm ok, but mostly to help mellow down the screaming and absolute fear that has taken over my body.
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