A/N: I should probably have updated my other story first but I had feels for my girls and after an angsty day of being locked in my bathroom for hours with my cat, without my phone until my husband came home and kicked down the door – I wanted to write something meaty! So dramatic
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Guest #1: I know it was a short chapter. It was a filler with just a little Brittana but I didn't wanna bore everyone with pointless stuff! I hope this makes up for it!
Guest #2: She definitely can't help it! But Puck is going to be a minor part of the story, but nothing too big! Puck, Sugar, Joe, Rachel and Mercedes all play a tiny part throughout it all. None of them will have a romantic connection to the main girls though, don't worry.
Rainbowglitterfairy: She's definitely getting a soft side! Whipped puppy always.
Roxy Lu: This chapter should be just what you're wanting.. :P
Jaminica: She definitely got whipped faster than I thought!
angy7: Thank you, sweetie!
rg521: You're welcome, always! Thank you for the feedback!
Lanter: I'm glad! I was worried I would end up going too fast..
sidspa: me neither! I 00% bet I'll cry while writing it.
SnixxyNay: Hahaha I hope you still love her after this chapter ;)
Minduba: I hope it's good hurt!
alamoSAuRuS99: She's aware and doesn't like it.. Thank you!
BlueRedG52: Thank you so much! I will definitely see this story to the finish, don't worry. I'll never start anything I'll abandon. I don't think there will be Santana's POV in this particular story because I don't like switching the narrative in first person perspective, but I was thinking about perhaps writing the sequel in Santana's POV. We'll see!
Chapter 7: Coming In Hot
I had started to regret offering my open hand of protection to Santana.
For some reason, she had linked it to the idea of us being some kind of friends, which wasn't true. I didn't do friends.. I didn't even like Sugar at all and she was one of the few people I spent time with when I felt as though I had to be somewhat social.
As soon as I got into school, I spotted Santana as I pulled up to park my truck. I had purposely waited in my seat for her to disappear, but to my disgust, she spotted me as she was walking up the steps. With a bright smile, she waved towards where I was parked. Though I didn't wave back and other people were turning to look at who she was signally towards, that didn't deter her. She walked into the school with a huge grin on her face.
Walking into homeroom first period, she smiled at me so intensely, the corners of her eyes creased. I was just damn lucky Puck was hellishly later than usual, or I would have had way too many questions to answer for my own comfort.
I knew I was going to have to talk to Santana about this crap to put an end to it. I wasn't anyone's little butt buddy. Especially not hers.
For the entirety of homeroom, I stared at the back of Santana's head and tried to think when would be the best time I could catch her that day to tell her to leave me the hell alone and forget about all of it. Though I could have easily gotten to my feet in the middle of class and gotten it over with, the last thing I wanted was for anyone to know that we actually hung out a few times.. If it could even be called that.
I learned that the back of her head was more interesting than Puckerman trying to talk to me. Interesting.
Class flew by while I was caught up in my thoughts, and I left Puck behind while speeding out of the classroom to try and catch up with the nerdy girl. Her sneakers much have been rocket fueled, because she was nowhere to be found. How could someone so freaking short move so fast on those little legs?
I made a mental note to myself to find her during free period and put a stop to it all and decided to wait for my asshole best friend.
"Took your time," I smirked as Puck finally emerged out of the classroom, his eyes boring into some dumb cheerleaders behind.
"I was distracted. You know I can't avoid some ass," His dopey grin put a scowl on my face.
"You're disgusting,"
"You love me," He scoffed, "Besides, you've fucked just about every decent looking dude in school. Why you hating on me for it?"
"'Cause I'm fucking sexy as hell. You're just creepy,"
Turning on my heel, I head towards my locker with Puck in tow. I had wood shop next period, and it was one of the few classes I actually went to, much less enjoyed. I had never been good at academics, but I could work with my hands. Whether it was woodwork, working on engines or just fixing general household problems, I could do it. Something about being able to physically see and work with whatever I was trying to figure out was a lot easier than seeing it all in my head.
"So… Sugs is thinking about another party. Her parents extended their trip or some shit like that, and she's pissed at them. I just think she gets too damn lonely in that house and wants to impress us,"
"She wants to impress me, Puck. She just wants to fuck you." I stated as I came to a halt outside my locker and putting in my combo.
"You think?" He smirked widely, leaning on the nearby lockers and kicking his feet like an over excited schoolboy.
"Don't even think about it. She's a toddler," I grimaced, shuddering at the thought.
"You jealous, B?"
"Fuck off," I didn't care at all about how Puck slept with and I never really have. Back in the early days, Puck used to get a little protective over me when I would sleep with more and more boys. He was worried I'd regret it or find myself in a situation I didn't want to be in. Though he was being over protective and worrying about nothing, I knew it was all with the best intentions. He cared about me quite a lot.
More than I cared about him, and I did feel bad about it.
"Does this weekend sound good for a party, B?" Puck asked, watching as I took my wood shop toolbox from my locker. "You know she won't make any plans unless you want in."
As usual, Sugar waited on my permission for everything. I could see why she didn't want to get on my bad side, but she was her own person. As controlling as I liked to be, I didn't like people waiting on my bated breath.
"Sure. I could do with a few drinks. This week has been weird as fuck,"
"Because you haven't seen me that much?"
I don't think it was possible to roll my eyes harder than I did.
"After the last party. The Lopez thing," I could see his blank look of confusion, instantly reminding me of one of those dumb sheepdogs. "I didn't get to get as fucked up as I wanted to,"
Puck definitely didn't need to know about the rest.
"I'll let Sugs know," He grinned, pushing off from the lockers as I closed mine. "Have fun in shop, Pierce,"
Playing with the latch of my toolbox, I watched as Puck walked down the hall and towards the back doors. I knew I could have told him about what went on with Santana and he could perhaps help me out. He was an idiot, but underneath it all, he was a good guy. Whenever I did something really stupid or got into trouble, he was the one to pull me back out of it and set me right.. Or slap some sense into me. He may look like an over grown baby with abs and a semi-cool haircut, but he was the brains out of the two of us.
Though I tried to tell myself otherwise, if I wanted his help with Santana, he would have gone above and beyond for me. If I told him I wanted to protect the girl, he would have helped me with it. No matter what I did, he supported me and always had. But, for some reason, I had an aversion. Whether it be just sheer embarrassment or not.
Maybe I wanted to just keep it to myself.
Keep her to myself.
A sharp shove to my shoulder ripped me out of my thoughts, a growl leaving my lips as soon as I registered the sound of annoying cheerleader chatter as they walked by me.
The brunette whose shoulder collided with my own briefly looked back with wide eyes as she was pushed along by her group, tearing them away as soon as we made eye contact.
"..And then Rachel got her right in the face. It was literally the best slushy throw I've seen in weeks," One particularly annoying cheerleader voice rang though the hallway. How the hell was I taken by surprise by these noisy bitches?
"The Lopez nerd? After the week she's had, she should just transfer,"
As soon as the words left the brunettes' lips, my blood ran cold, toolbox dropping to the floor with a loud clatter that filled the hallway.
Ever since I could remember back, I had a temper problem. As I went through puberty and stopped socializing as much, it gradually got worse and worse. The kids at school didn't fear me just because I was a grumpy skank who skipped classes to smoke weed. They feared to make me angry.
I was like some kind of unstoppable she-hulk. Even Puckerman couldn't hold me back when I really let it all go. It had only happened a handful of times through my years at McKinley, but it was already too much for the school to handle. All of my victims ended up in hospital after I got my hands on them. The only reason I hadn't gotten expelled was because of the guidance counselor and her constant efforts to get me into counselling for my anger management. All I had to do was make blind promises for stuff I'd never do anyway, and the buffoon of a principal let me off the hook every time. I was a problem kid.. It wasn't my fault.
For all intents and purposes, I wished it was my fault. At least then, I'd have some sort of control over that side of myself.
Feeling my feet move before I could stop them I stormed towards the cloud of cheerleaders, singling out the brunette who had bumped me like a lines picking out her kill from a herd of wildebeests. Grabbing the front of her uniform in my fists, I pushed her towards the lockers with a metalic thud.
"What was that?" I growled, my voice laced with a poisonous venom that made the shorter girl tremble against my fists.
"I'm S-S-Sorry for bumping you.." She stuttered, her eyes wide in fear as they looked from me to her friends. I could see the best of the cheerleading idiots out of the corner of my eye and they all had taken a step back, frozen and unsure about what to do. Whatever they would decide, I knew they weren't dumb enough to try and get in my way. Unless they wanted broken legs, at least.
"Rachel fucking Berry. What did she do?"
I couldn't find a crap to give about the shoulder bump now.
"I… She just.. She threw a slushy on a.. On a nerd. Like she… We always do," Fear really was making this cheerleader even more stupid.
"Which one," I spat, Gripping tighter as I started to lift her so only the edges of her toes were resting on the floor.
"Lopez! Santana Lopez.."
With that, I threw her down and staked my way down the corridors towards the locker rooms. Rachel Berry was going to fucking pay.
I could feel the fearful yes turning towards me as I moved, but my head was set on a target as I didn't have time to give to anyone else. Though they moved away, flinched and gasped at the sight of my blind, red rage, I had one person on my mind.
And I was going to kill her.
Slamming open the doors of the female locker room, I looked around wildly for Rachel Berry. I hadn't seen her lurking around the hallway like a leech, so this was the next best place to spot her.. It wasn't exactly like she was one hard to come by white whale. She was everywhere, which just made me hate her more.
After a quick scan of the room, it was barren. All except for Rachel's equally annoying friend, Mercedes Jones. Very much the school loudmouth and the girl guys drooled over, I hated her too. Fantastic.
"Where's your big nosed best friend, Aretha Franklin? I've got a bone to pick with her.. And use to mess up her fucking face," I growled, sparking her attention.
"I don't know what Rachel did to get you fired up, but why would I tell you, Pierce?" My pet peeve had always been when people got in my way.. especially when I hated them.
"If you won't tell me, I'll beat you up and have her for dessert." With the promise laced in my voice, any sane person would have backed away and given in.. Or at least run away.
Dropping her dufflebag to the floor, Mercedes planted her feet. I should have known that the number one minion would have done anything for her Mistress. "Bring it on, Pierce. I can handle myself in a fight."
"Hope you have some bite the backup that bark, Wheezy," I irked, my lip curling over my teeth as I smirked in anticipation, clenching my fists and cracking my knuckles.
After taking a second to survey the larger girl, clenching my jaw, I lunged forward, shoving the other girl against the metal of lockers. Not content with the power behind my action, I balled the material on Mercedes' shoulders into her fists, pulling her towards me before throwing her back against the metal with a second satisfying thud.
Pleased with my first hit, I took just a second to step back, my lips curling into a nasty smirk. There was nothing like the feeling of releasing some pent up energy in a fight. It always sat low and tempting in my stomach and releasing it was euphoric.
With a sharp jab to my stomach, I knew I made an amateur mistake. After landing her punch into my unprepared middle, I felt Mercedes' fist collide with my cheek, knuckled scraping my lip in the follow through. I had to admit, the bitch had the ability to pack quite a punch.
But the taste of blood on my mouth tore me back into my state of rage.
"Fuck you, Aretha." I growled, looking up from under my hair from where I had fallen back. Throwing my body forwards, I pushed the raven haired girl into the metal and kneed her in the stomach with as much force as I could while holding her in place. The cry that left Mercedes' mouth was heavenly to my sadistic side.
"You whore," She screamed at me, large hands coming to knot in my hair and pull me away. I had no choice but to push away from her and out of my grip. Wiping at my mouth to clear the blood from my split lip, I glared at her as she stood there, smirking at me.
"Had enough yet, skinny bitch?"
She obviously didn't know a single thing about me. Grinding my teeth, my eyes flashed with rage.
"You're gonna regret even looking at me today, Wheezy." I growled as I stepped forward menacingly before lunging to grab at her shoulders. Being twice my width, it took all my strength to flip her to the floor but I was strong. Finally kicking her legs out from under her, I watched as she tumbled, head smacking against the tiles.
I smirked down at the girl with an expression that could only be described as smug before I started to pound my foot into Mercedes' sides relentlessly. With every grunt, the rage simultaneously built and released, as though she was a punching bag to me.
"Scared yet, huh?" I spat down at her, before resuming her kicks. I knew I should probably stop, but I had no self-control. Every whimper and cry leaving the heap of cheerleader on the floor was just music to my ears.
Finally, I forced myself to stop, even if everything inside of me begged to continue. My feud wasn't with Mercedes. Taking a step back, I tensed her jaw as I breathed heavily, staring down at the hurt girl.
"I think we're done here." I finally spoke with a cold voice, narrowing her eyes before walking away from her, putting the remainder of my anger into punching a locker before pushing my way out of the locker room, leaving Mercedes behind.
That would hold me over until I got my paws on Berry.
As I stomped down the hall, I could hear the gasps and feel the states as people took in my appearance, blood running from my lip and the hate sparking from my eyes. I had obviously visually been in a fight and I was ready to go again at any second.
When a flash of black tried to slip by me, I grabbed the jacket of the unsuspecting girl and pulled her up and off her feet, bringing her to my eye level.
The nerdy Asian chick from homeroom. Perfect.
"Where's Lopez?" I growled at her and baring my blood stained teeth, watching as her eyes widened in terror.
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