A/N: Just finished watching the first episode of season 5 and may I just say...
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Chapter 11
Quinn
She. Will. Pay. If she thinks that she is the only bitch in this freaking school, better think again JLo. Wait till you see how Quinn Fabray transforms into one. I'm trying to control my self not to become "Bitch Quinn" again but you left me no choice. I will hunt you. Feed you to the dogs and make it look like it's an accident! Rawr!
I mentally debated with my alter ego Charlie on ways to get back to that bitch as Rachel washes my hair that was dripping a while ago with a combination of cherry, blueberry and grape flavoured slushy. The dress that I was wearing was also ruined but thankfully it didn't get through my chucks and underwear or else I have to skip first class and have to dodge my Mom who's probably at home now. Kurt already left after he helped us bring our things in the lady's room.
Rachel took out clothes from her emergency slushy kit. I was debating on whether to wear them or go home. Oh well, I'll just wear them. I held them up and looked at Rachel. I'm a little hesitant to ask, not to hurt my best friend's feelings but,
"Um, Rachie, do you have clothes other than these? They're a little small for me…I think?" I asked because, as you can see, she's smaller than me meaning, her clothes are also small.
"I'm sorry Quinn but that is all I have in my emergency kit. If you want, I'll ask the person in charge of the lost and found and maybe-" she offered.
"Oh. No thank you Rachel. I'd rather wear yours than to wear other people's clothes. Thank you again by the way. I just…Ugh!" I growled causing Rachel to flinch
"I'm sorry Rachel. Im just caught up with my emotions towards that friend of yours. She's really getting into my nerves! God! Did you know that yesterday is not the first time that we met? And every time we saw each other it turns into a smack down!" I furiously rant. She's looking at me curiously.
"I'm so sorry about Santana Quinn. She's really a nice person. But, wait, what? Where and when did the two of you met? How did it go? Was it on a party? At the mall? What did she do to you?" Rachel asked intrigued, digging for answers.
I went inside the cubicle to change into Rachel's clothes which consist of, guess what, an argyle vest and a skirt. Just imagine how short Rachel's skirts are and I'm going to wear them. I feel like I'm in for a pole dancing session. Sigh. I'll just rock this outfit that will surely make boys and girls eat their hearts out from a far. The hallways will flood with drool and boys will be coming my way and will be putty in my hands…Bwahahaha!
"Quinn?" Rachel called outside. I must be taking so long to reply to her questions. I shook my head to clear the bad thoughts Charlie's planning to do. I finished putting on Rachel's clothes and went outside the cubicle. I faced the mirror to check myself and I saw Rachel gaping at me. I snickered at her.
"Are you checking me out Rachel Berry? I think you've got something…" I said as I slowly walked closer to her mocking to wipe away an imaginary drool just to tease her. She playfully slaps away my hand and placed her hands on her hips, head tilted to the side.
"Wow, you look nice in my clothes. I didn't know you have that kind of body Quinn Fabray?" Rachel complimented.
"Ha-ha. This is just the product of hard work Rachie. Now, your question about your "friend" Santana, we met… "
And the bell rang.
"You know what, I'll tell you later at lunch break, ok? Let's go?" I asked her prolonging her agony. I know she wants answers and she wants them now. I just want to tease her and make her pout because she looks so cute doing that. Like, right now. Haha! Success! I offered my arm to her and she automatically linked an arm to mine. We went out of the bathroom and head to our classes. She has Geography while I have Chemistry.
The students left in the hallway, walking to their respective classes stopped on their tracks and looked at me as if I'm fresh meat that they can devour. Rachel looked at them proudly. She held her head higher and pulled me closer to her. I laughed at her and can't help but to draped my arm on her causing my sweater vest that is one size smaller than me to lift up and show a little skin which made them drool but Rachel covered it up quickly by her arm draped around my waist pulling me closer. Ohhh... Protective much? I smirked at her and she stuck out her tongue at me.
Hah! This is becoming easier for me… Bwahaha!
Now, let's go to class. *wink*
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I entered my chem class and got the same reaction as the students who saw me earlier. Even the teacher who's already in front writing something on the white board stopped what he's doing. I apologize for being late.
I immediately spotted a dumb folded Mike at the back and sat beside him. I adjust my skirt and smiled at him. He gave me a timid one almost sympathetic because he was there when the attack happened. He was looking a little worried at the table diagonal to us and I followed his line of sight.
Oh crap. You have to be kidding me.*facepalm*
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Santana
I'm in class sitting beside Brittany. What? As if I'm going to sit with a loser, duh!
Mr. Chang, not the father or uncle of Mike Chang or Tina Cohen-Chang, is in front, discussing about atoms and the atomic theory while me and Britts doodle on her binder with chemistry jokes. She's drawing a polar bear drowning and a grizzly bear while I draw a cat wearing glasses.
Mr, Chang, the teacher stopped talking and I heard someone or rather several students dropped their pens on the ground. I heard someone apologized for being late. I didn't mind because Brittany and I were busy drawing.
The lesson continued. I readjusted my glasses and checked the board if there is anything that is not written in the books because me and B started reading it and we're almost at the middle chapter of the book given to us. I shrugged. Nothing new.
My mind took me back to the events this morning. Anderson looked like he's growing weed on his head and body. Haha! I'll compliment his new look later. And then, there's Quinn Fabray. Too bad I didn't witness the slushy attack. It would be better if I am the one who asked her what her favorite flavor amongst the three is. Those are my personal favorites, not that I drink them often but because it stains pretty bad, specially the cherry. I hope she's dressed in white. Haha! I'm such a bad ass. I mentally patted my self on the back.
I bet that bitch blond Barbie went home because of embarrassment. Sweet! I wouldn't see her today! Ahhh... Success! Job well done Lopez.
The bell rang. We gathered our bags and prepare to go to the next class when...
"Lopez!"
Dammit!
Students started to exit the room faster. Not wanting to be caught in the cross fire.
I stopped in my tracks, closed my eyes, jaw clenched tightly. I guess she's didn't went home. I faced in her direction. Eyes still closed and shouted
"Wha-"
I didn't finish my question. My mouth still hanging open because...Oh sweet baby Jesus. Can she be more alluring and seductive with her outfit? Damn her for her curves, those ugh... Legs... Hips... I bet she's got a toned stomach... Oh dear God, I want to be her pole and-
My daydreaming has been cut by Brittany hitting me in the shoulder with her binder. I glared at her, rubbing the sore spot she hit.
"Ouch B... No need to become violent!"
"Sanny, I was calling you a couple of times but you didn't respond so I did what I have to do. It's the only way to get you out of dream land. By the way, who is that gorgeous looking girl who wears Rachel's clothes?" Brittany whispered
"B..." I said slowly. I pointed sharply at the girl's direction while looking at her.
"That! Girl!..." I looked around, noticed that it's just the three of us inside the room and continued
"She's that blond Barbie who fucking slapped me in the face!" I whispered shouted not wanting to risk being caught that someone had the balls to slap Santana Lopez.
"Whom you've slapped back! Bitch!" Quinn shouted back... Ohhh... Feisty feisty...
"You are going to pay for what you did to me earlier you...you asshole! You just wait and see what I'm capable of doing! You are not the only head bitch in this school Lopez! I will prove it to you! You just wait!"
I gaped at her and oh my god she's so hot. I like the veins on her neck popping angrily as she shouts at me... Oh wanky...just... Wanky. Don't back down now Lopez!
"Oh! It's good to hear you've received my welcome present. Did you like it?" I crossed my arms and smirked at her making her angrier and ohhh... Those veins... Woot woot... It's getting hot in here or it's me...
"Like it!? I freakin' hate it! It felt like my face was slammed three! Freaking! Times! On a flavoured iceberg you insufferable assless JLo!" She growled with every word making me step back a little. Just a little. Can't let Blondie know I'm afraid she's gonna transform into a lioness ready to jump and bite my head off! Whew!
"But, you know what? I would like to thank you." She said composing herself arching a perfect eyebrow. Smirking.
"Thank me? For my welcome present? I though you hate it?" I asked confused
"Oh... You're right. You are, absolutely right. I definitely hate it. I have to throw away my precious dress and change into these..." Her hands gesturing to her gorgeous body I mean... her hideous outfit, smirking at me.
I'm in dreamland imagining her stripping her dress. Twirling it round and round then throwing it at my direction... Ooohhh la la...
"You should've seen what this outfit caused in the hallways a while ago. You could've swum on the puddle of drool that I've caused "She said with an innocently sweet voice that made me want to go back to la la land...
Wake up Lopez! Fight back! Call her a slut! A whore! Attack her with your vicious vicious words! You're from Lima Heights Adjacent for fuck's sake!
"Oh bitch please, I could-"
I was about to attack her with insults but Britt beats me to it, jumping in between. Rawr.
"Oh! You're the girl in the grocery store?" B asked cheerfully.
"Uh, yeah?" Quinn said confused
"Hi! I'm Brittany S. Pierce, not to be confused with Britney Spears. Nice to meet you!" Britt said extending her hand to the other confused blond
"Um, Quinn. Quinn Fabray. Nice to meet you too Brittany." Shaking Britts' hand with uncertainty.
"You look familiar Quinn... Did we meet already?" B asked and I raised a brow at the interaction because hello, I'm still here! She should be flirting- I mean fighting! This is war!
"I..I don't think so?" Quinn hesitantly answered
"Are you sure? Because with that kind of body I think you're either a dancer or a cheerleader?" I'm impatiently tapping my foot on the floor, watching them. Is she flirting with my girl?! I mean my enemy!? I know B's bisexual but...
"I'm not a cheerleader." Quinn answered abruptly which surprised me and Brittany.
"Oh! I might confuse you with somebody. Well, pretty blond girls are common these days." Britt said wiggling her eyebrows which cause the both of them to grin at each other...
Brrrriiiiiittttt... She's mine! I mean my enemy but, Mine I say! And they're both laughing now! Mine! Sigh. Why can't I interrupt their conversation!? Oh right. Brittany's going to be angry at me. All I can do is pout. Yes Lopez... Pout all you can... Stick that lower lip of yours as far as you can...
"Must be...I've heard... You're the head Cheerio, right?" Quinn asked. Britt nods grinning
"No wonder you have a nicely toned body there Brittany. I've also heard your coach's giving you guys a hard time with practice?" She laughed... Oh sweet mother of God... Her laughing voice... It can make you have multiple org- stop it! My lower lip's going numb because of this freaking pout!. I can't stand this flirting! I need to do something!
So I coughed.
*cough*
No reaction between the two. I rolled my eyes. I coughed again loudly this time.
*cough! Coughcooooouuugghhh*
I think I over did it. I think I'm dying! Help!
*cough!cough!cough!*
B looked in my direction still close with the other blond. At least I caught their attention!
"Are you alright over there Sanny?" B asked almost teasing
"Me?! *cough!cough!* I'm great! Ehem... Let's go now Britt. Um, we'll be late for the next class." I said still catching my breath. I'm going to die because of my stupidity! Stupid saliva!
"Oh right! Hey Quinn, what's your next class?" B asked
"I have AP Calculus with Mrs. Simmons"
REALLY!? *happy dance-* I mean, OH FUCKING HELL. REALLY!?
"Really!? That's our next class!" Britt said excitedly.
"You should sit with us!" B invited
OH. MY. GOD.
"I don't think that... That.." Pointing at me "Would like me to sit near you guys" Quinn and Britt looking at me. Did she just refer to me as a 'that'?! The fuck?!
"Oh San? She wouldn't mind, right Sanny?" Britt looked at me with an eyebrow raised. I frowned at her and said
"I don't think that's a good-" Britt's raising her eyebrow a little higher. Oh fuck my life!
"Ok fine! But you're sitting in between Britt! I don't want that... That... Bottle blond Barbie near me!" I raised my hands in defeat. When did I say no to her? Never? Right. Fuck my life. Ugh.
"Yey! I told you she wouldn't mind!" Britt's jumping and clapping like she won a big stuffed toy at a fair. Quinn raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows at this like she couldn't believe what happened and she had discovered something important.
"Oh no it's ok B... Can I call you B?" Quinn asked sweetly to Britt as if they're so close. Blehhh...
"Yes! Because we're friends now, right Q? Can I call you Q?" She asked and Quinn nods in agreement
"You can sit with 'that'. I already promised to sit with someone else but we can walk together in class." Quinn suggested.
Brittany beamed and linked her arms with the shorter blond as we head out to our NEXT class.
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Next class? Do you think that it's just next class? Oh no, no... Nuh uh. Because, unfortunately, after B and Quinn compared their schedule, and I don't know what God, and all that is holy has planned but Blondie here, is in ALL of my classes! And she's sitting with Rachel Berry in Calculus! I didn't see that one coming. Well, except for that outfit she's wearing. I mean, how and when the fucking hell did that happened!? Seriously! Did she magically change all her schedule to match mine just to piss the living hell out of me? I'm starting to believe that, that girl's a witch! Am I paying for all the bad and shitty things that I did in the past, and present, not to mention the future, yeah coz I'm not done with chicken legs. I strongly believe that his birth certificate was an apology letter from the condom factory and that he must have been born on a highway because that's where most accidents happen. See, I don't really like that asshole.
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Fourth period ended. Now, we're heading to the canteen for lunch. B and Quinn are walking with linked arms while I sulk at the back glaring at jocks or should I say , everyone, who's looking at Quinn with desires in their eyes because of that fucking illegally short skirt and one size smaller argyle vest! Note to self, never, ever do a slushy attack on that girl where Rachel Berry can find her and let her borrow her hideous clothes.
Ugghhhh!
I wanted to hack my hair out because what the fuck is happening!? That girl freaking slapped me, forced me to say sorry , became friends with my best friend, and what's worst is that I'm having an internal battle not to admit to my self that I, Santana Diabla Lopez, Queen bee of William McKinley High school, has a major crush on one Quinn Fabray.
Fuck.
My.
Life.
