Episode Two

Santana P.O.V

When I made it to the restroom I checked every stall to make sure no one was there. I smiled, feeling excited when no one was there. I locked the door so no one can come in. I pushed myself up on the sink and took out my things. I was thankful that I still had some in my pipe. I parted my lips to make room for the pipe and lite it up, exhaling the burning amazing substance into my mouth. I lean back against the mirror as I held the smoke in until I felt the burning sensation in my chest and I let the smoke escape my mouth, I smiled at the white cloud that surrounded me. My body soon reacted and relaxed even more. My muscles weaken a bit and relaxed also, I loved every moment of this, I always was so tensed. I felt my eyes drop a bit and I knew by now that my eyes probably gave away how in toxic I was at that point. That was nothing, I usually like smoking purple diesel while having cup in my hands filled with pure alcohol.

I soon let my mind drift off, everything single worry or hurt was gone. Like it never existed and that made me so attached to this new feeling. I was in haven feeling this way; I wouldn't trade it for the world. It's like being in pain and hurt for so long and then not feeling that anymore the only thing you feel is relax and worriless. It was hard to believe that just a few weeks ago I never knew the feeling. But after what happen with Brittany, after she completely left me for Artie I was heartbroken I was in so much pain, I made sure no one saw that though. I put this wall even higher after Brittany and my bitchy personality became even stronger than before just so people think that it didn't affect me. But I got tired of feeling so tensed, angry, bitchy and sad that I just gave into a better fast working action which was drinking, partying, smoking and sleeping around. And it wasn't long until I became a slave to it in only a few weeks of using them.

I jumped off the sink and put my stuff away yet again. I felt like I was in there for hours but it was only minutes. I walked out the restroom with a smile plastered on my lips. My smile quickly faded when a teacher past me I gave her a warm smile as she returned it and past me, sighing in relief and turned to walk back to class, stumbling back when I felt a body hit me.

"Ouch." I said, rubbing my temple where I got hit. I looked up to see Quinn rubbing her forehead. "Hey I was just about to look for you." She said her hand still against her forehead.

"What you want?" I tried to say it as rude as I could but it only came out as a whisper. She scanned my eyes and I felt my heart start to pound against my chest. I quickly looked away, knowing that she would know I was high. "Santana look at me." She demanded. "Fuck off." I hissed and started to walk away but stopped when I felt her hand on my arm.

"What?" I asked, turning to the side to look at her. She scanned me even more and opens her mouth to say something but my phone interrupted her. I quickly pulled out my phone from my back pocket and walked away from her.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey baby!" I rolled my eyes when I heard that deep annoying voice.

"Hey Chris, what up?" I asked, smiling when the annoyance didn't show in my voice. "Nothing, just going to the store to get beer just wanted to know if you can come over after school, Ima go buy purple diesel." I felt my smile grow widely at the sound of that. "Hell yeah!" I heard him chuckle at me. "Cool well, see you later bye." I hung up and started to walk back to class. The only reason why I hanged out with Chris was because he was always packed with drugs and since I spent all my money on drugs and alcohol I basically got them from him for free.

Before entering class I looked over my shoulder to see Quinn following, I rolled my eyes and walked into class again.