A/N: so thank you for the follows and well, the first two reviews of the story. anyways, here's the next chapter. enjoy! and no, I don't own Glee.

CHAPTER 3

...She will really make sure that she'll win...

Brittany headed to the library and spent her time there cooling off. She just can't believe her luck. It was monday. First day of the fucking week and her mood was already ruined. She decided not to enter her next class thinking that well, it's just a minor subject. She decided to spend her time in the library until it was already time for her to go home.

She was walking calmly when something caught her eye which looked like there's a commotion going on at a certain corner in the campus. She would've just ignored it if it weren't for the for the gur with the eyeglasses that she saw. He was the owner of the thesis who was the reason why she and that Santana Lopez crossed paths. She swallowed a lump in her throat when she saw that the guy a.k.a owner of the thesis was being held at the collar of his shirt and was being raised on the floor by a man who seemed to be as big as a club bouncer. She slightly took a step back when she noticed that the guy with the eyeglasses saw her and his frightened face seemed to light up.

Oh no, not again! She thought to herself.

She was about to turn around when he called out her name. "M-miss Brittany!" His voice was pleading just like the way his eyes plead. Ugh! What the hell am I supposed to do?

She looked around her and around the crowd. Why does it seem like no one wants to help him? It totally looks like all of them are enjoying the scene that's happening inside the campus. Did no one even try to call someone who's a school authority? Then that's when she spotted her. Santana Marie Lopez. She felt like all of her blood rose up to her head. Santana was complacently standing and leaning agaisnt her shiny bloody red Aston Martin One-77. She has her huge shades on, covering her eyes and almost half of her face. That's why she doesn't know where Santana was looking at, but she has this feeling that the woman was staring at her. And why the hell is my heart beating like this... like, right now? Hey you, hollow organ, stop doing that. It's just that every time she looks at Santana, she looks like a model endorsing a product. But then again, she really has this strong feeling that the woman has to do something about the commotion that's happening right now. She walked towards the woman as fast as she could and faced her with her eyebrow raised. It seems like her eyebrow is usd to doing that these days. Then, Santana slowly took her shades off, pulling it up to her head and resting it on her thick black locks.

Gorgeous set of dark mocha brown almond eyes, so compelling... she thought. That's what she also thought when she first saw those pair of eyes. Though it seems like there something different in them. She doesn't know quite yet but there's a different emotion that can be seen in those eyes that she couldn't name.

"Let him go," she ordered Santana when she finally came face-to-face with her.

Everyone around them gasped. They couldn't believe what the just heard, her ordering Santana Lopez around. Others even took a couple of steps closer to them so that they could hear what they are talking about. In the look of their faces, it really does seem like it's the very first time that someone is talking to one Santana Lopez the way she did. The ones who stepped closer immediately cowered away when Santana shot them her infamous bitch glare. They were like rats scampering away. With that, she raised her eyebrow more before she could even control it. The whole school really seemed like afraid of her or something like that.

The woman turned to her and held out her hand. "Hi! My name's Santana Marie Lopez. Santana or Santana Lopez in short." Her red plump lips then turned up to form a smile and exposing a perfect set of white teeth. Her smile sent shiver right down her spine. It sort of and somehow set a wild fire and igniting an unusual feeling in her heart. She totally thought that this woman doesn't know how to smile but upon seeing this perfect smile, her personality and whole being seemed to just switch into a pleasant one. Her dark face just seemed to brighten and her arrogant aura just vanished. That smile... This woman's smile is the perfect image of the so-called "killer smile". This might be the death of me. But her smile was definitely in contradiction to her arrogance.

She cocked her head to the side, ignoring her hand. "I don't care! Let him go!"

Santana looked embarrassed when she ignored the woman's hand, her smile was replaced by a scowl, then went back to his smug expression. "What if I don't want to? And because you're hostile, I've changed my mind. Meeting you is not the only thing I want now. I will just set him free if you will let me bring you home."

Brittany scoffed. "No! You can't force me to go with you!" she forcefully answered. She fought with Santana's stare. She actually has her own car - the latest blue Chevy Corvette Stingray. But she rarely brings it to school. It's just when she has a lot of things to bring.

"Let's see," Santana confidently said befoe turning to the club bounce-looking guy who was holding the guy with the eyeglasses up and she just nodded. Her eyes widened when she saw the big man raising his clenched fist and aiming to punch the guy with the eyeglasses.

What the hell?! "Stop!" she shouted.

A devilish smile creeped up to Santana's face, like she's really sure she'll be the winner of this banter. "Well, it looks like I won." Her foolish smile never wavering while opening the passenger's side of her bloody red car. So this woman was a bully; harassing and terrorizing people was her definition of game. Brittany thought that bullies just exist in high school, but she was wrong. And she met the leader of the "bully club" of the country, right there at the UCLA. So unfortunate of her, and to think that a lot of prminent names of the soceity finished their degrees there.

Fuming, she faced Santana Lopez. "I will only allow myself to do this on one condition. Stop messing with the poor guy, do you understand me?" I'm not done with you yet! She thought to herself.

"Okay," Santana deadpanned. She then sent a sign to the man to let go of the nerd. Brittany just watched as the nerdy guy ran away. She really pity him because he really seemed to be the target of the bullies in the school just like this woman in front of her.

"How can I make sure that you'll never bother that guy again," Brittany.

"You have my word," Santana.

"Oh, really? Do you know what i think about you right now? You are the kind of person who never gives importance to your own word," she sharply said. Then Santana forcefully faced her, crease forming on her forehead, brows furrowed.

Huh! Did I hit a nerve? Oh yeah.

"Oh wow. Surprisingly, I am that sort of person! Do you want me to prove that to you right now?" she said with her brows meeting at the center. Brittany doesn't know whether Santana was really hurt because of what she said or she just hit her ego. She has no choice but to enter the car. Then as Santana sat at the driver's seat, she reved the engine and stepped on it, leaving the campus immediately. Well, she's thankful that it's in her habit to put her seatbelt on, if not, she might have died due to a heart attack because of the way this woman drives. She could even beat the car in the race track the way she speed and passed by other cars making her way though the traffic. Her brows are still furrowed while her red plump lips are pursed.

"Can't you slow down?" Will you die if you just speed down to the normal speed?" she said befoe she can stop herself. Well, she still has a lot of dreams to fulfill and she doesn't want them to just burst like a bubble because of this speed maniac of a woman. Santana sighed and slowed down. Brittany then noticed that they're taking the wrong direction. Ugh! Stupid. How could I forget to give her my address? "C-can you t-take a U-turn? I forgot to tell you where I live and we're going the wrong way."

"I know where you live. We'll just have an early dinner." At last, she finally said a word. Her brows aren't furrowed anymore but her tone is like she's ordering her and she has no right to say no. Above all of the things she hate, which is not much because she deosn't really like to hate things or people or whatever and because she thinks it's not good to hate, are those people who are ordering her around, those dominant and arrogant people. She really is a rich man's daughter; brat and spoiled. She's the woman who, well, lets just say "what she wants, she will totally get".

"W-what? Dinner is not part of this deal!" she said. "Wait, wait, wait. What the hell do you really want from me?"

"Hmm. Let's just say I'm interested in you. Our paths have crossed a couple of time already but you didn't even notice me. You didn't even look at me the way those other guys and well, in my case, also most girls do." Not only her voice came back to normal but also her arrogance.

"Ah. So that is it, isn't it? That;s my fault. Me, not noticing you," Brittany said while nodding her head. "Why? Who are you for me to notice? Olympian goddess? Well, if you're Naya Rivera, I might have asked for your autogrpah."

"Naaah. I look better than her," she said without a beat while the corner of her lips are tugging upwards.

Brittany laughed at her answer. This woman really is full of himself. She stopped laughing when she noticed that Santana was staring at her. She cleared her throat. "Even if you look better than Naya - not that I say so. You said it yourself. The problem is you're not my type!" Why did I even giggle in front of her? I fucking giggled! what the hell... she would totally think that I'm acting all cute to her.

"Take that back. You might eat what you've just said," Santana said while smiling but her smile doesn't seem like to reach her eyes. Is she affected by the thing I've said? Brittany cocked her head to the side. Stop. You're noticing a lot of things, Britt... more than you should.

"We're here," Santana said.