Quinn POV
I sighed as soon as I sat down in my usual seat by the window. Today had not been a good day so far. Finn is with Rachel, again. This new kid with big lips kept staring at me throughout first period, and to top it all off, I still had to figure out how to get back in the cheerleading squad. Then there was the fact that I came out to my mother right after summer started. She's getting used to it, I guess it helps that I'm not dating anyone. To say she was shocked, would be an understatement. Then again, I guess I can't blame her. I had given birth, so I guess I can see why she was so confused. If I'm honest with myself, the whole reason I had sex with Puck was because I was trying to make myself like men. I've known ever since freshman year, after I caught myself staring at Rachel's long legs. That was my first epiphany. The second, was entirely unexpected, though. I was having this argument with Santana, and after a particularly mean insult, she slapped me. Then, she kissed me. In that moment, I saw fireworks, and I knew I had to do everything in my power to stay away from both of them. So, I did what I do best, I ran. I pushed Santana away, started insulting Rachel, and then proceeded to date Finn Hudson. I know it was wrong of me to cheat on him, but clearly he didn't possess the skill to please a woman, let alone a gay one. After I found out that I was pregnant, my entire world came crashing down. My parents, my own mother, kicked me out. I was a nomad, with no home, hopping from bed to bed, home to home and to think it would have happened anyways if I ever came out. So when my mom asked me to move back in, I knew I had to tell her, because I honestly doubt that I would have been able to take that sort of heartbreak again, especially after giving up Beth. I promised myself that I would apologize to Santana, and especially to Rachel.
I was startled by the sound of Mr. Simmons' question. "I'm sorry sir, could you repeat that?"
"I said, pay attention to the syllabus in front of you Ms. Fabray. This is an advanced calculus course, there is a lot of material to be covered, and I expect you to pay attention." Ugh, good going Quinn. Piss off teachers on the first day, why don't you?
"I apologize, sir. It won't happen again." I say with my most innocent eyes.
Mr. Simmons kept going through the syllabus for another ten minutes, until the sound of the door opening cut him off, promptly followed by one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen. She was of average height at about 5'6, with long flowing wavy jet black hair that reached a bit below her small breasts. She was thin, probably about 130 pounds, and had quite the prominent ass. Yet, it was her face that drew me in. She had dark brown eyes, full pink lips, a demure button nose, and prominent – yet wonderfully shaped dark eyebrows. It was obvious that this girl was confident, cocky even, if her smirk was anything to go by. She was dressed in dark brown Timberland boots, black skinny jeans, a gray t-shirt, and black leather jacket. To complete the look, she had an expensive looking over-seized gold watch with a black leather strap, and had a simple golden cross hanging from her slender neck. To put it simply, this new enigma was simply delectable. Judging by the murmurs around me, everyone else thought so too.
Oh shit, she's talking. Concentrate, Q! "Um, sure, why the hell not. My name is Maria Alejandra Alvarez, I just moved from the Dominican Republic, and I'm a junior." Holy fuck, now I have to meet her! Her voice was downright sultry.
"That's nice, I hear that the D.R. has beautiful beaches. Are you from there originally?" Maria nods. "Really? Your English is superb, I would have never guessed." I literally cannot take my eyes away from her.
"Don't worry, Mr. Simmons, was it? I can still roll my r's when necessary." Mind out of gutter. Out of gutter, and holy shit did she wink at me? At that I seemingly choke on air, but thankfully it sounds like a scoff.
"You can't possibly be Latina. You're milky white, I mean, everyone knows you have to have tanned skin to be from South America. Just look at Santana." Oh for Christ's sake! How stupid can Finn be? At this, Maria's smirk turned into a scowl, and she gave him a glare that would put mine to shame. I'll have to get her to teach me that.
"What did you just say to me, pendejo? Te parto la cara si me vuelves hablar, desgraciado (I'll break your face if you talk to me again, bastard). First of all, my skin color has nothing to do with where I'm from. Second of all, if you must know I am one hundred percent of European descent, if you even know what that means. Third, the Dominican Republic is in the Caribbean, not South America. Fourth, how the hell are you even in this class? You look like you have the brain capacity of an amoeba, which now that I think about it, is kind of insulting to amoebas. Finally, why in God's name, would you ever wear that shirt, it makes your nipples look like puffy pyramids, dough boy." The entire class is laughing, myself included. Santana, bless her heart, is literally gasping for air from laughing so hard, and I'm pretty sure I heard her say "this girl is fucking awesome" as she continued laughing. Naturally, Finn kicked a chair, and left the room angrily.
"Ok class, settle down. Ms. Alvarez, why don't you take a seat next to Ms. Fabray, I'm sure she'd be delighted to fill you in on where we are in the curriculum." Oh fuck. I breathed in deeply and schooled my features. I can't let he see how affected I am.