Chapter 2- A good servicing...
NFA: holla readers. Well since I updated my other fic last night I though, why not update this one. Anyway, still early days so let me know if you have any questions or if you wanna know how close this story follows with my real life ;) thankssss.
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"Miss Lopez, perhaps you can answer my question considering you seem so intrigued in my lecture?" My finance lecturer Phil, professional accountant...unprofessional ass-hole, bellowed at me, his voice dripping with unwanted sarcasm. After spending 15 seconds humming "ummmm" whilst urging my brain to divulge into it's darkest corners and produce an answer to a question I hadn't been listening to.
"Strong pound exports cheap imports dear..." I mumbled to the tall Indian man glaring at me from the front of the hall. He eyed me sceptically for a brief moment and then continued flicking through his ancient PowerPoint. This meant that the man was satisfied with my answer or it was so far wrong he simply decided not to even begin to correct me. Either way, I was glad the pressure of 60 students awaiting my response was now being diverted onto some other poor, unsuspecting fresher. As I slowly began counting the bricks in the lecture hall wall, I heard an exaggerated opening of a door and scattering of feet entering from the upper section of hall 47C. As the rest of the class turned around to see who the person was causing such a fuss, I continued counting some bricks - I make a habit of finishing what I start.
"Sorry Phil...mr Phil? Professor Phillip? Sir? I got stuck in traffic, then my scooter refused to cooperate, then I almost hit a badger! I swear, a real badger-" the mystery person started to babble whilst jumping down steps at an alarming pace.
"PIERCE" Phil yelled, "Pierce, sit down and stop disrupting my class!" He continued.
"But sir-" he stuttered, now coming into full view of the large Finance class.
"SIT" Phil said, frustrated.
"Sir there's no-" she began again.
"Pierce, if I have to tell you one more time to sit down you can kiss your place in this finance place goodbye. Many students would fight for a place at one of my lectures. And you just-"
"Sir there's no seats" she quickly said, sweeping her arm to indicate the full classroom.
Finally having counted me bricks (236 to be precise) I raised my eyes to see the girl who was causing this amusing, albeit ridiculous argument. I was met by a pleasant surprise. Having expected a nerdy, out of breath, frumpy chick, I was greater with the opposite. This girl was gorgeous. I don't know how I had managed to spend 2 finance lectures without noticing this girl? She was tall, blonde and had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. She was my polar opposite and I found myself being insanely attracted to her. My eyes dragged down her outfit; a burgundy sweatshirt, worn out jeans that exposed a sliver of white skin at the knees and a pair of loosely laced army boots. After I had finished taking a mental picture of the girl I noticed the uneasy silence and now 62 pairs of eyes on me. What had I done now?
"Lopez, I said MOVE. YOUR. BAG !" Phil shouted. It was then that I realised my light blue satchel was perched on the otherwise empty seat to my left. I sent Phil an embarrassed smile and moved my bag, gesturing for mystery girl to sit beside me.
"Perhaps your never ending mumbling can keep Lopez awake..." Phil said under his breath.
Nervously, the girl weaved her way in and out of the seated students until she quietly took her place to my left. I made a conscious effort not to stare at her, for both my sake and for her's. Due to this, I was shocked when I felt a breathy whisper into my left ear, "thank you...Lopez?" She half stated half questioned.
"Santana" I said, leaning slightly closer but keeping my eyes rooted to the front of the class.
"Santana Lopez...Latina right?" She whispered an despite having my eyes directed forwards, I could feel her smirk burning a hole in my profile.
"Latina, Irish, Australian, Italian. Almost right." I said, finally turning to meet her eyes with a brave wink. I suddenly regretted my decision when I was greeted with her ocean blue eyes that were ten times more beautiful up close. Regrettably, I turned my eyes back to Phil at the front. This seemed to silence the blonde beside me for the time being. This didn't stop me from thinking about her, every time her legs shifted position or her breathing changed I found myself momentarily distracted. Clearly tired, the girl began to stretch her long legs in front of me. Loosing all self control I left my strained eyes wander down to her lower half. Damn her legs were long. Having noticed my obvious leering, mystery girl coughed loudly, abruptly bringing my eyes back up to the PowerPoint that was still flicking quickly at the front of the hall.
"It's Brittany by the way" she whispered again in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Brittany. Brittany Pierce. I'm afraid I'm no genetics expert so you'll have to inform me of your ethnicity..." I smirked back.
"Half Swiss, half American. At your service" she chuckled, saluting subtly.
I gulped nervously. For some reason her Swiss heritage was a massive plus in my book. Something about Europeans just got me going. I spent the rest of the class thinking of some basic Swiss French to impress my blonde neighbour. Finally, the well anticipated bell signalled the end of my lecture and the beginning of my night out. Usually, I would pack up quickly and bolt out of hall 47C quicker than Phil could even turn off his damn projector, but today I placed each individual note book into my satchel carefully, delaying time. I smirked to my left seeing Brittany doing the same, clearly thinking of something to say as her mouth kept opening and closing silently.
"Could you walk me to my scooter, I always have trouble with the lock and you look good with your hands..." She said brightly. Suddenly realising what she implied she began rambling some sentence about how I had nimble hands not that she had been looking at my hands for prolonged time. I could listen to babble all say, sadly we didn't have all day.
"Sure. Sure Brittany." I replied just as bright.
We walked in silence all the way to her crisp white Vespa. It suited her so well, it was parked diagonally across a parking space that was clearly intended for a car. The handlebars were chained to the nearest bollard, clearly showing the blonde girl's rush into class earlier. I chuckle lightly as I inspected the botched job of her attempt to protect her scooter.
"You know, you could park in the bike spaces?" I said, unlocking her chain with ease.
"Yeah I know. But what if all the other bikes start to bully my scooter because it has an engine? I don't think little Spencer could handle it." Brittany said earnestly, patting the seat of her Vespa. I looked up to see if there was any hint of humour or sarcasm to be greeted with the serious face of my new acquaintance. If it were anyone else I would have erupted into fits of laughter on the spot, but something told me to humour Brittany was better than to humiliate her.
"Okay Pierce. How about tomorrow, you park Spencer along with the bikes and if they give him any hassle, I'll sort them out. They'll never mess with him again after I get to those two wheeled rogues." I replied, maintaining a straight face.
"Thanks Santana. You're a life saver." She said with the biggest smile on her face, this allowed her to show off her perfect white teeth that were pointed at the front like a cat. Having completely lost myself in her grin, I hadn't even noticed the hand she had affectionately laid on my lower arm. Retracting quickly I took a step back, my arm almost burning where she touched me. I looked down at my olive skin, perplexed at how one touch could send it totally ablaze.
"Santana...are you okay" Brittany cautiously asked.
"Daaaahhhh yeah. Yeah I'm good. Just a bit cold. I'll ahhh...see you at Finance on Friday? Right?" I said, backing away again.
"Yeah sure. Save me a seat Lopez!" She smirked, putting on her neat white helmet and swinging a leg over her Vespa. With that, she sped off through the student car park leaving a trail of smoke behind her. I could really give that scooter a good servicing. And possibly it's owner too...
Sooooo...please let me know what you think. I've got this whole story broken down into chapters and I've cleared some details over about what actually happened in the true story ;) I'm trying not to be bias haha. Thanks :) - J