A few weeks have pasted and i still havent talked to Brittany. She hasnt even looked at me. I knew I shouldnt have gotten myself into this mess. I knew if I started to talk to Brittany and let her in then this would happen. Rachel has been over alot helpping me and Quinn is having trouble trying to make time for the both of us. I barley get out of my bed I just stay in there and stare at the ceiling. My mom is really worried about me but I told her its nothing.
"Santana come down stairs I have to talk to you hunny."
UGH, great. I have to get up.
"Yes Mami?"
I wonder why shes making dinner. And so much food.
"We invited people over for dinner tonight. You have to get ready and look nice. And maybe change your mood for one night. Look Santana I love you and I know there is something wrong, but cant you just forget it for tonight, please?"
I cant say no to that.
"Of course i cant Mami"
My mom smiles a huge smile.
"Thank you darling, now go shower and get ready they will be here in an hour."
I roll my eyes and head back up stairs. After my shower I blow dry my hair and curl it into loose curls and do my make-up. I look at my clock on the wall and they should be here any minute.
DING-DONG
"Can you get the door santana."
I walk down the stairs and open the door.
"Hi, nice to meet- Brittany?"
Well this night just got intesting.
"Hi, you must Santana. Im Anna, and you already know Brittany. My husband couldnt make it tonight."
I smile and open the door wider to let them come in. My mom walks out of the kitchen.
"Anna, nice to see you again!"
They embrace in a hug.
"Hello, you must be Brittany."
My mom walks up and hugs Brittany. I never told my mom about Brittany. I mean she knew that she was our nabour but I never told her that we were kinda friends.
"Well dinner is ready so lets eat. I hope you guys like spaghetti with meat balls."
Brittany squeals like a five year old girl. I knew this was her favorite. Something about the movie 'Lady and the Trap.' We walk into the kitchen and everything was layed nice out on the table. I have to say I am impressed.
"It look really good."
"Thank-you Brittany."
We all sit around the dinner table.
"So Brittany you go to school with Santana?"
I look up and glare at my mom, and then just look at my plate.
"Yes we go to the same school."
I think they can sence the tension in the room.
"Do you have any classes together?"
"Yep, we have two classes together."
Well this is awkward.
"So Santana, are you on the cheer team to."
I heard Brittany laugh.
"Santana, on the cheer team thats something i would like to see."
Keep calm.
"No thats not my kind of thing."
I say looking at Brittany's mom.
"Brittany, that wasnt nice to say about Santana."
"Dont worry its true. That isnt Santanas sence, right Santana?"
I looked up to my mom and then to Anna.
"Yeah its fine."
Then I looked at Brittany, and right back down to my plate.
"I have to go to the bathroom, i will be right back."
I ran up to my room and jumped up on to my bed and screamed into my pillow. Why, why me? I could feel tears coming down my face.
"Santana?"
I look up to see Brittany standing at the door.
"Your mom said you would be up here probably, she-uhh-she said I could come up, I knocked but you didnt answer..."
I didnt know what to say so I looked away and whiped my face.
"Santana, I didnt mean to be so rude down there, I have been meaning to talk to you-"
I cut her off right there.
"Brittany, look you havent tried to talk to me its been like three weeks now. And its my fault I knew i shouldnt have let you in."
She looked like she wanted to say something but i didnt let her get it out.
"Look lets just get this night over with and we cant forget about everything."
With that i walked out of the room. The rest of the night was awkward. They left five minutes ago and I went in my room and did what I usually do lay down and look at the ceiling.
Knock-knock
I didnt look up because I knew my mom was there because dad was away on a bussiness trip. I felt her sit down on the bed.
"Its her isnt why you always said and in your room?"
I knew my mom would figure it out, I meann she isnt an idiot.
"Yes, mami but i would rather not talk about it. Its down and over with and I dont care anymore.
"Okay, darling but if you want to talk i will be here for you."
I look at my mom and smile and she gets up and leave my room. I start to cry again as i slowly drift off to sleep.