There's some dark moments in this chapter, but it all works out in the end.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I could feel the frantic vibrations against my warm thighs. It felt strange considering the circumstances. Strange considering the warm tongue exploring my mouth and the icy cold hazel eyes connecting with mine; begging me for more, begging me to bite down harder to squeeze her tighter, to push inside her faster. God I hated this so much, I hated her sometimes, but it felt good too. I couldn't deny that it just made me feel and that was okay. But my phone continued buzzing and I reached for my pocket because I could stand that damn vibration any longer.
"Don't answer that-." Quinn said pulling my hand away from my pocket and pulling me closer to her. "Who the fuck would be stupid enough to call you at school anyway?" Quinn tugged at my shirt and tried to pull it over my head, but I didn't let her. I didn't like the way she touched me, I was fucking her, I wasn't going to get fucked. My phone vibrated again and I was at the point where I just wanted to break the damn thing, instead a stepped away from Quinn, with my hand still on her ass, her chest bare, and spanks pulled down.
I took out my phone and flipped it open. 7 texts were waiting for me, they were all from Rachel. I opened the first one, fumbling for a second because my hands were shaking.
[from Rachel]: Santana where are you? I need you please, I need you.
I didn't have to read anymore to know that I needed to go find her. I removed my hand from Quinn and shoved my phone back into my pocket. "Where are you going? Wait!" I didn't wait though, I rushed out of the locker room, barely fixing my shirt from it's crooked mess. I bolted down the hallway, looking through door every opening for a glimpse of Rachel. I couldn't find her, where the hell was she?
I spotted Puck talking to that Finn dickhole, and I rushed over towards them. "Hey, do you know where Rachel is?" The boys exchanged glances, letting me know they knew more than they wanted to tell me. "What happened?" This I had to direct at Puck. We weren't friends, we would never be that, but it seemed like there was a connection, somehow it was just there.
"She's always had it rough here-." That was Puck just trying to sugarcoat things. That pissed me off and I let him know that by slamming my palm against the locker between their faces.
"Just tell me." I demanded.
"A lot of the cheerleaders just aren't happy about me taking her on a date…it's a popularity thing…it just happens. A whole group of them dumped slushies on her." I don't think I've ever wanted to hurt someone so badly than I wanted to hurt Finn Hudson now.
"I'm still waiting for the part where you say what you did to help her." Puck and Finn exchanged glances again, and I bit back my rage. I didn't have time to waste; I just needed to find Rachel. "Alright then where is she?"
"Upstairs bathroom-." I didn't need anything else. I just ran as fast as I could, through a large group of sophomores and past Mr. Shuester, whom I've grown to actually despise. I burst through the bathroom door and found Rachel standing in front of the mirror, holding a sopping wet paper towel. There was blue, green, and red food coloring running down her hair and splashing on the floor. Her sweater was ruined and I rushed over and grabbed as many paper towels as possible. The way she looked at me…I knew she hadn't noticed me in there before. The tears in her eyes weld up and my heart broke for her.
"Here let me help-." I tried to wipe some of the slush off her cheek, but she smacked my hand away forcefully and suddenly.
"Help? Helping would be answering you damn phone when I text you asking for you to come and fucking save me." I was so afraid of hearing Rachel curse that the pang that reached my gut when she did, caused me to take a step back. She was so pissed that her chocolate orbs watered up to the brim and her tears pored over down into the blue, red, and green color smeared across her face.
"I didn't do this on purpose; I didn't know this was happening. Besides where was your boyfriend Finn to help you out?" I was just searching for a way to alleviate the blame, but I couldn't escape it.
"Finn isn't my boyfriend, and even if he was you're my friend. You promised that you would always be there for me no matter what. You promised!" She tried to push me away, but I grabbed her hand before she could. She was angry, she was angry at me, but she didn't want to hurt me.
"Wait let me explain-."
"Explain what? That you abandoned me! That you let me be humiliated in front of the whole school because you were off doing-…what were you doing? Where were you that was so important that you couldn't even come and protect me?" It was going to come out sooner or later, but not now. Not like this. I gently pushed a strand of Rachel's hair behind her ear. I pulled back and she smacked me. A cold, hard, burning sensation ripped across my cheek. My knees buckled from shock not pain, and for awhile we just stood there staring at one another, wondering what to do or say next.
"Rach I-."
"You don't have to try and lie to me anymore. I get it, you were with Quinn, she's your new best friend now-." I grabbed her wrist and didn't let her move.
"Stop, that's not true." She tried pull away but I didn't let her. I could see it in the way she avoided my gaze.
"We don't have to pretend anymore Santana, I'm just a stepping stone…I get it now."
"What are we pretending about?" I questioned letting my hand fall to my side.
"I thought I knew…there was a moment when I was so sure, now…I wish I knew."
….
"Let's perform a song." It was spontaneous and stupid, coming from me, but I needed to do something dramatic to get everything back together. It's been two weeks and Rachel hadn't said a word to me. She frantically turned away from me in school and she left early in the morning to avoid pulling out of the driveway at the same time that I did. I just wanted to talk to her again, she wouldn't hate me if I was honest, there was no way she would.
"How'd you know I sing?" Sam questioned glancing over his shoulder.
"You were singing Pumped Up Kicks on the way over here. Plus, it wouldn't have mattered if you could sing or not, it's gonna happen. Chicks dig singing…fact of life." Sam smiled and I jumped on the bed next to him.
"You sing too?" Sam questioned.
"Yeah a little, I haven't in awhile. Do you think it's like riding a bike?" Sam smiled and nodded. I picked up Sam's phone and went online, searching for chords to a song.
"Wait do you play guitar?" Sam questioned with wide eyes.
"Yeah I've been playing for years. I sorta had an idea for a song actually." Sam leaned over closer to me to look at the chords.
"It's not some lame chick song is it?" He questioned. He had no right to call anyone lame. He was wearing a Star Trek shirt and Spongebob sweatpants. If anyone was lame it was him.
"No actually I was thinking an acoustic version of Hey Ya by Outcast." Sam's face light up but I didn't know if he thought the idea was crazy or brilliant. "Alright I know it sounds-."
"Like the coolest idea ever!" I would've kissed Sam if I wasn't afraid of being swallowed whole by his giant mouth, I was that happy. "So when is this going down? I'm totally up for anything. Let's go for it San, seriously! Let's do it in the courtyard, it'll probably be one of the last few days that people will want to go out there anyway."
"You're bold." I said with a confident grin.
"Hell yeah, girl we're ballsy. We're gonna do it, we're gonna get our girls."
…
It was colder than I thought it would be today. That's why as I was waiting for Sam to get out of his class I found a corner to set my acoustic guitar behind me and light up a cigarette. I was happy I found a secluded place, quiet, yet I could still keep an eye on the kids mingling around the courtyard.
"Yo San you ready to go?" I stomped out my cigarette and picked up my guitar. We spotted Mercedes at the same time and Sam and I exchanged smiles.
"Let's do this." Without warning we jumped on top of the table that Mercedes was sharing with Kurt, Tina, and a few other girls whom I didn't know. It didn't matter who was there, this was for Mercedes.
"This is a little something for you." Sam pointed at Mercedes and she gushed. I began strumming the guitar slowly and picked up the pace once Sam opened his mouth and sang:
One, two, three!
My baby don't mess around
Cause she loves me so
This I know fo sho!
But does she really wanna
But can't stand to see me walk out tha door
Don't try to fight the feeling
Cause the thought alone is killin' me right now
Thank God for Mom and Dad
For sticking together
Like we don't know how
Sam and I swayed to the beat and broke out into the chorus. About halfway through I caught a glimpse of Rachel walking outside. Everyone's eyes were on us by the point, but it was only her eyes that I wanted on me now.
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Rachel had moved over towards the table right next to Mercedes. I jumped off of the table and spun in a circle, keeping with the rhythm of the song. I made eye contact with Rachel just as I started singing the next verse.
You think you've got it
Oh, you think you've got it
But got it just don't get it when there's nothin' at all
We get together
Oh, we get together
Rachel was smiling, even though she didn't know it. I could feel it, she was happy, she was proud, and it was all for me.
But separate's always better when there's feelings involved
Know what they say -its:
Nothing lasts forever!
Then what makes it, then what makes it
Then what makes it, then what makes it
Then what makes love the exception?
So why, oh, why, oh
Why, oh, why, oh, why, oh
Are we still in denial when we know we're not happy here
Sam jumped in now, he even got a few guys to turn around and smile at us. Everyone around us was smiling and clapping. Mercedes smile was open and she kept her eyes glued to Sam.
Hey! alright now! alright now, fellas!
Now, what cooler than being cool?
I can't hear ya! I say what's, what's cooler than being cool?
We sang together:
Alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright!
I slowed it down. I wanted Rachel more than ever and I made sure she felt the words when I sang them to her. Looking right in her eyes, I even let my hand brush over her skin, and the electricity that I felt was breathtaking.
Okay, now ladies!
Now we gonna break this thang down for just a few seconds,
Now don't have me break this thang down for nothin',
I want to see you on your badest behavior!
Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor!
Ah! Here we go now,
I'd never had more fun in my life. Sam and I were charming the socks off of everyone around us. And the next lines were just enjoyable and playful.
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it,
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it,
Shake it like a Polaroid picture! Hey ya!
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it,
Shake it, shake it, shake it, suga!
Shake it like a Polaroid picture!
Get on tha floor get on tha floor!
Shake it like a Polaroid picture!
Oh, you! oh, you!
Hey ya!(oh, oh) Hey ya!(oh, oh)
We were standing next to Mercedes now, side-by-side, genuine and sweet. We sang the last lines together, slowly…it was so pure that I was actually taken aback.
Hey ya! Hey ya!
Mercedes jumped out of her seat and wrapped her arms around Sam. I pushed the guitar on it's straps behind my body and clapped along with the crowds of people around us. Lunch was almost over, and my free period was going up next. The crowds began to dissipate, but suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and I was met with the chocolate orbs and Rachel's grin.
"I hate you for not telling me how amazing you are." I chuckled, but Rachel looked serious. "You're a singer, a very good singer…I was charmed."
"It wasn't graceful." I said coyly. "Can we be friends again?" I questioned suddenly.
"I-."
"Just say yes. Let me explain what's been going on. Not here, not at school…but I'll come over your house later. There are a few things that I need to tell you." Rachel smiled and looked around us for a second. The courtyard was almost empty.
"Yes…there's a lot I need to know, but I can't stand not being your friend. It was just too…unbearable."
Read and Review. The song is "Hey Ya" by Outcast