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. Berry let me in the house just as he flew out. He was practically itching to run to his car. Apparently the other Mr. Berry was coming back from Africa, where he'd be doing AIDS treatments for newborns. I couldn't believe how perfect these people were, it was almost too much to handle.
I walked inside and stood at the bottom of the stairs, listening to see if I could hear movement upstairs. "Rachel!" I yelled. A pause, muffled footsteps, creaking of a door, more footsteps. "Look if you're going to work on that fashionably late thing-." Rachel appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing a spaghetti-strap sun dress. The flowers on the dress were purple, a pasty pink, and dark blue. She wore a short fitted leather jacket to cover her shoulders and arms.
"Sorry, this time I'm actually trying to hurry." Rachel said as she skipped down the stairs. "Okay so whose car are we taking? I'm not sure if a blue Honda will look badass enough for your taste. I smirked but defiantly agreed. Hearing Rachel curse was funny and very becoming, she smiled at me when I paused to look at her dress again.
"We'll take my car…I'd offer to take my motorcycle, but can't do that if you're wearing a dress." Rachel blushed even more when she realized what kind of free show she'd be giving if she had a dress on while riding a motorcycle. Rachel locked up her house and followed me over to my car. I was about to get into the driver's seat when I noticed a worried expression on Rachel's face.
"How much are you going to drink tonight?" Oh I see, she wanted to make sure she'd have a sober ride home. That was smart, but unnecessary. I don't drink; well at least I don't anymore. I guess it's because I'd rather kill myself then end up like my father. Coming home and drowning myself in my misery. There's too much misery in my life to drown out with booze.
"None, I promise." I assured her. The look that she gave me made her seem uncertain, but she got into the car anyway. "Look, if you don't believe me-."
"No I believe you; I just think it's really awesome of you to do that." Rachel said with a grin.
"Well awesome is my middle name." I joked.
"Gah, you're such a geek!"
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"Hi Santana!" I spun around and caught a glimpse of Brittany before she was suddenly gone. What was she Flash? God dammit, I cannot believe I just referenced a superhero, I've been hanging out with Sam way too much.
"Where the hell did she just go?" I questioned turning to Sam. He spun in a circle and shrugged. I looked around the room, spotting Puck and Quinn chatting, but still no Brittany. I didn't realize that there were this many popular kids at school, let alone this many kids. I tried to find Rachel, just to make sure she was alright, but I had to be honest with myself. She was short, and there was no way in hell I was going to see her over this 6'7 basketball players.
"Here comes trouble. Double, double toil and trouble." I would have smacked him for quoting Macbeth at a high school party, but I also sort of appreciated his Shakespeare knowledge. I didn't have to look up to know that Puck and Quinn were walking over, it's not like they hadn't been looking at me the whole night.
"Sam you're the best." I said high fiving him for his reference.
"Hey baby girl-." Puck started.
"Let's get one thing straight, I'm not your baby girl." I informed Puck because clearly he was confused about the matter. "But hi to you two." Quinn smiled and for once I didn't feel threatened at all by it. Then again that probably had something to do with the fact that she wasn't wearing her Cheerios uniform. Instead she had on a skin tight short skirt and a loose shirt that hung low in the front and showed off her bare back.
"I didn't think you were going to show, well at least not with Sam and the dwarf." I wondered if Quinn just sat at home coming up with names to call Rachel or it was a collective effort of the whole cheerleading squad.
"Brittany is very persuasive; when I talk to her I don't actually want to punch her in the face." I explained to Quinn who downed a shot before looking at me again.
"Did you hear that Puck? I think someone just called us over." Sam made up grabbing Puck by the front of his shirt and pulling him away, towards the other side of the room. They actually didn't have to go, there was no way things were going to get ugly between Quinn and I, I didn't want the drama.
"What's your problem with me?" Quinn questioned. I didn't actually want to answer, but she was stepping so close to me, that if I didn't say anything I was going to have to shove her back.
"You slushied Rachel, you try and dominate everyone around you, and you're only trying to befriend me so you can control me. But hey no complaints here." Quinn smiled ran her finger down to my hip. "What do you want? Seriously, why'd you even invite me?" The thickness in the air between us could have been cut with a knife. I took a step back and luckily Brittany skipped over and wrapped her arms around my neck embracing me into a warm and very drunk hug.
"I saw you earlier but I didn't want to make Sam jealous by hugging you in front of him." Brittany rationalized with her arm still slung tightly around my waist. "You look so cool right now." No I looked normal. Wearing skinny jeans, that were riding low because I'd forgotten a damn belt, and black tank top.
"No Brittany, you look amazing." And I wasn't kidding. She was wearing his short, tight, sparkling green dress, with her hair let down. Her eyes looked so vivid, accented by the color of her dress and the frame of her face.
"So Santana have you danced yet? I could show you a few moves if you want." Quinn said staring me down when she realized I was paying more attention to Brittany than her.
"Don't worry; I've got moves of my own." I said with a sly grin.
"Dude get the fuck off of her!" There was a crash and then a loud thud. I knew the commotion was coming from the kitchen and that's where I darted to. It didn't take long for me to realize what was going on. Some jock had put his hands on Rachel, and Sam was trying to fight him off.
I didn't have to think about what I was going to do next, it all just came naturally. I pulled Sam back and slammed my fist into the larger jock's skull. The second time I hit him, I knew I wasn't going to be able to stop myself. "Get this crazy bitch off me!" How dare he! What gives him the right to touch anyone like that, let alone Rachel?
I felt toned arms wrap around my waist, and with a forceful tug Sam and I went barreling back and slamming into a counter. I thought about lunging at the jock again, but he was in tears, and tears were one thing I just could not stand. "Jesus Santana…" Sam said spinning me around and facing me. He had his hands on both of my arms, but he was looking directly into my eyes. "You kicked that dudes ass!" He was looking for a high five, but we both looked down at my bleeding knuckles and our eyes widened.
"Wow…I should probably go clean this up…wow." I can't say I was surprised about the damage I'd done to the jock. I'm just astonished that I was able to stop myself; usually it takes a lot more than one blonde-haired geek to pull me off someone. I walked past Sam, and headed upstairs for the bathroom. Everyone jumped out of my way as I walked through the crowded room. I was like Quinn, a violent psycho version of Quinn.
I opened the door with my elbow, and wondered how angry people would get if I bloodied up a few towels. I didn't have time to contemplate the use of toilet paper as towels, because Rachel was standing in front of the sink, covering her face with her hands, and sobbing ferociously.
"Rachel?" I touched her shoulder and she spun around whacking my hand out of the way in the process. She looked terrified and angry at the same time. I took a step back and thought about leaving her alone to cool off, but before I could step outside and had her hands wrapped around my body, and I knew she wasn't going to let go anytime soon.
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Rachel didn't tell me what happened last night. I guess she didn't have to. I saw a scratch on the outside of her thigh, so I figured that jock got too touchy and aggressive. Good thing Sam was there though, if he didn't say anything I couldn't have kicked that guy's ass.
The thing I didn't understand was why Rachel had gotten so sloppy drunk last night. I mean, when I told her it was time to leave, I had to basically carry her out to my car. I even slept over her place, to make sure she didn't stumble around her house and fall down the stairs.
I slept on her floor, and ate the rest of her good cereal as payback. "Good morning sunshine." Rachel said grinning from ear to ear. I looked at her like she was crazy. She must be one of the lucky people who can withstand a massive hangover.
"Hey there Jackie Daniels." I said laughing along with Rachel.
"I wasn't that bad." Rachel replied plopping down on the seat next to me. "Plus, if we're giving accounts on damage done, you sent Paul Reynolds to the hospital."
"He deserved it." I said trying to avoid the subject.
"Do you want to call your father?" Rachel questioned sensing the tension. One testy subject to another.
"No." I said simply. "Maybe I should head out-."
"You don't want to stay?" I cracked my knuckles, one by one. Slowly getting the kinks out of my battered and dried blood stained hands.
"No I do, I just-." My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out to read a text.
[from Ritz]: Hey guess who's back in town? I didn't think they'd let out big brother that soon…
I closed my phone and shoved it back into my pocket. I was pissed but happy I was a thousand miles away from there now. I don't think I could stand facing my brother ever again, not after what he did. "Who was that?"
"No one." I lied.
"Is it someone from California?" Rachel questioned scooting her chair closer to mine.
"Someone who I thought I could trust…it doesn't matter now. Things just happened too quickly for anyone to stop anything." I stood up and put my bowl in Rachel's dishwasher and I returned the cereal to the top of her cupboard.
"Anything I can do?" She asked sincerely.
"Just stay out of it." I sounded so brutally harsh, but I meant it. "It's just, I trust you, and because of that I worry how much I'll end up giving away." She furrowed her eyebrows. "If you knew everything about me…you'd hate me."