I do not even make it a few steps before I find myself slipping to the ground. My heart was racing so fast that I feel that I am going to have a heart attack. I sit on the ground, trying to calm myself down. Maybe Rachel didn't give it to Santana yet. I think to myself, maybe she will give it to her at home. I nod my head. "Yes," I say aloud," that is what Rachel's doing. She is going to wait." I stand back up on my feet and force myself to move.
"Fabray," I hear someone call from behind me. I could recognize that it was Santana's voice. Her voice was deep, sultry, and raspy. It had a mixture of toughness and softness that only Santana could manage to conjure. I turn around and look at her.
"Yes?" I reply, trying to sound calm.
"Are you, are you alright?" She asks me. I did not say anything, I just nod my head and smile. I turn my back towards her and continue to force my body to move. What if Rachel lost it? What if she gave it to Brittany? My goodness, if she gave it to Brittany then she would end up telling everybody, I know she would. Stop it, Quinn! Stop thinking the worse. I barely made it to the door when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stop dead in my tracks. I did not want to turn around. I did not want to talk to whoever it was that wanted to talk to me. I did not even want to go home. I just want to go somewhere, anywhere and cry. I do not know why but I just wanted to cry. I let out a huge breath and turn around. It was Brittany. Great, the last person I wanted to see at this exact moment. Why me?
"Quinn?," She says, "Can we talk?" I shrug my shoulders as I try to think up of an excuse.
"I can't Brittany. I have to go home and get ready for church tonight." I nod my head, feeling happy about my lie.
"But tonight is Wednesday?" She says, "You already went to church Sunday. Would your parents mind if you skip just this once?"
I felt a rage inside me building up. There were too many emotions building up in me at that moment. Would your parents mind? That statement keeps ringing in my head. I do not know why but it was that statement alone that wanted me to slap Brittany across the face. I clenched my fist as I shove Brittany's hand away from mine.
"Yes, Brittany I think they would mine!" I stomp away before I could do anything that I would end up regretting. I go to my car bang my head on the steering wheel and just sit in the car for what seems like hours. I feel tears rolling down my face. I finally wipe them away as I head on home.