Chapter 2
Over the next few weeks she threw herself into school, the Cheerios, the Glee practices and her relationship with Brittney. During the day her mind was occupied with these things, but every night he would come to her mind. She always dismissed him from her thoughts, but that fluttering feeling grew stronger. It was beginning to get annoying.
Especially after one night when she had a pretty explicit dream about him and she woke up sweating, her sheets (and other parts of her body) soaked. She changed the sheets and took a cold shower cursing Sebastian Smythe. Fearing that she would have another dream about him, she laid awake for hours, only to drift off to sleep twenty minutes before her alarm went off. She had a busy day ahead of her and would need a jolt of caffeine to keep her going.
She stopped off at the Lima Bean. As she waiting on her order she felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle and that fluttering feeling. "Rough night?" she heard a voice ask smoothly from behind her. She let out a groan of frustration and irritation. "What do you want Smythe?" she snapped, turning around to face him. He was staring at her, that ever present condescending smirk on his face. "Just making conversation Lopez", he said. "Well take your conversation elsewhere because I am not in the mood", she said coldly. "That's funny. From what I've heard you are always in the mood", he said, his voice both smooth and mocking.
She felt her face heat up with anger at the insinuation. She was about to give him a vicious tongue lashing in Lima Heights a la mode style when the barista said her order was ready. She turned around and paid for it, trying to ignore the chuckling behind her when inspiration struck. Picking up her drink she turned around to face him. "You know I did have a rough night but I found away to make up for it", she said, giving him a flirtatious smile. "And how is that?" he asked taking a step closer. "By doing this", she said and before he could move she threw the drink (which was iced) in his face. "Now I am in a good mood", she said mockingly before sauntering away, leaving him soaked with caffeine and sputtering angry curses after her.
A week passed before she saw him again. It was on a Thursday evening. She had stayed late to finish a research project. The parking lot was nearly deserted, except for two other cars and hers, which he was currently leaning against. She walked straight up to him, fury and some other feeling warring in her. He looked good. The wind had slightly tousled his hair and his jacket was off, his shirt unbuttoned at the neck and his tie loose. His scent along with the spicy, exotic cologne he wore hit her nostrils causing a slow fire to build in the pit of her stomach. She ignored it. "So we meet again", he said smirking, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"What are you doing here?'' she asked bluntly. "Actually I came to see you, he said smoothly. "Apparently that toxic hair gel you use has eaten through to those tiny brain cells of yours if you think I want to talk to you" she said snidely. He stepped closer to her, causing her to involuntarily take a step back. He noticed and his smirk grew deeper. "Are you scared Santana?" he asked teasingly."Look you American Idol reject, if you don't get your puny butt off of my car and out of my face, your parents are going to have to arrange for the nearest plastic surgeon to rearrange that pretty face of yours after I'm through with you", she snapped, her voice laden with fury and ice. He laughed. It was a deep, masculine laugh, one that sent tingles throughout her body. She became angrier. What's so funny?" she snapped. "You are", he said, that smirk on his face. "First off, American Idol cannot handle the magnitude of my spectacular talent. She rolled her eyes at this. Second, my butt happens to be perfect, or so I've been told by my countless lovers. "Perhaps it was to make you feel better for your lack of other talent", she said, glancing down, her tone mockingly sweet. "Want to test out that little theory?" he asked smoothly, but there was slight edge to it.
She felt her breath catch in her throat as she looked up at him. He was staring down at her, the amusement fading from his beautiful green eyes and his eyes began to darken with something deeper. She slightly shook her head and cleared her throat breaking the moment. "No thank you", she said, secretly glad that her voice didn't betray the tumult of emotions that were inside of her at that moment. "I already have someone and I am very satisfied", she said with emphasis. "If you say so", he said, that smirk back on his face. "What's that suppose to mean?" she demanded. "It means that perhaps I know you better than you think Santana, he said, the smirk growing deeper.
" You don't know anything about me", she snapped. "I know that while you have deluded yourself into thinking that you're in love with little Miss Sunshine, deep down you know it won't last and it scares you. She can't challenge you like you need to be and pretty soon you'll grow bored and break it off", he said. "Obviously you have deluded yourself into thinking that you truly know me" she said coldly. "Tell me that it isn't true" he said. "You're a liar", she snapped. "I beg to differ", he said his tone mocking and cold. "Get out of my face", she said slowly and succinctly. He stared at her a moment before moving to let her open the driver's door. "Stay away from me Smythe or there will be hell to pay", she threatened before slamming her car door and turning on the ignition. She sped out of the parking lot, his smirking face fading in her rearview mirror.