"Santana," Finn whispered to her in the spanish room. She didn't even look up from her paper. She wasn't going to talk to him if he was going to humiliate her each time. What kind of idiot turns down Santana Lopez?

"Santana," Finn tried again. She started humming to herself, copying down the spanish notes. She felt Finn's hand tighten desperately around her wrist. She swatted it away as if it were some obnoxious fly and stood up as the bell rang. Finn looked at his phone and sent her a text. He never got a reply.

She felt him staring at her, why did he make it so hard to get over him? He walked over to her locker.

"You left your history textbook in the spanish room," he told her hopefully. She looked at her mirror, ignoring the tall footballer in front of her. He placed the textbook slowly in her locker. She stared at her reflection, applying eyeshadow and then closed her locker and walked away.

He was walking past a diner when he saw Santana walk to a fancy car with a college boy. The boy had his hands on her waist and she had that smirk on her lips. She saw Finn's face fall and she felt her emotions collide. She felt both pleasure and guilt at his pain.

And when Todd, the college boy, started to kiss her she closed her eyes and envisioned a world where it was Finn's lips.

Santana sat on the curb in front of her house, letting her hair fly in the wind. A lanky figure sat down beside her.

"I hate the silent treatment," Finn muttered to her. She decided to loosen up.

"Really? Shouldn't you be happy that you can have Rachel with out me attempting to seduce you at every corner," she said scathingly. Finn flinched.

"Yeah...but I don't like it when people don't like me," Finn shrugged. Santana was disgusted at his words.

"Tomorrow I'm going back to not talking to you. So if you have any words to tell me, tell me now," Santana told him. Finn frowned.

"What did I do to you?" Finn asked. Santana laughed bitterly.

"What did you do me? Damn it, Finn you humiliate me and you are just an ass. You let me attack your lips, return the kisses all to eagerly and then you turn around and tell me that Berry is 'the one'. Are you an idiot?" Santana said roughly.

"Why should you care, you don't date," Finn pointed out.

"It's bullshit to be second to Berry. I don't come in second to anyone," Santana snapped at him. Finn shook his head.

"That's not nice!" Finn replied.

"I'm not nice," Santana hissed. She gave Finn a glare that was so scary he was shaking. He took that as his cue to leave and he got up and left.

She bit her lip, she knew she would not talk to him tomorrow and she knew that she'd have the strength to ignore him for the rest of high school. But for the first time in her life she wasn't proud of it.

She was only proud that Finn hated her silent treatment.