Santana's POV (Ch 1 pt 3)
Next day
I climbed in my window. I can't believe I stayed out all night. My dad's gonna kill me. "Santana! Santana!" I heard my mom yell banging on the door. "Are you up?!" she yelled "Yea yea yes. I'm up". "You're late." she said, her voice fading down the stairs. What? I looked at the clock "Shit! Shit! Shit!" it was already 12 minutes into school. I threw on jeggings, a tight black spaghetti tank top and ran downstairs to the door, didn't even put my shoes on just grabbed them, before I was about to walk out my dad stopped me. I looked at him, smoke in one hand, beer in the other and the TV on re-run of George Lopez. "You come home right after school. No later. I have some stuff I want you to do." My mind started swirling of ideas he could've meant. I didn't want to make him start yelling so I nodded politely. I started running out the door barefoot with my backpack almost falling. I felt the slight pain of little rocks going into my feet in every step. Finally I got to school and sat on the steps outside and slid my shoes on and ran straight to my class barging inside. Everyone stared at me, my hair all over the place, my shoes and my backpack falling off. "Late again Ms. Lopez" Mrs. Henn said looking at me. "She was probably talking to mermaids" a joke added making everyone laugh. I gulped and looked down "Detention." Mrs. Henn snarled at me "I can't - ok." I agreed politely and took my seat in the back. The kids in front of me started talking about this new girl. I listened in well doodling "Man. She's hot. Really hot, blonde and apparently stupid so it's not gonna be hard to get her in bed." He smirked. I scoffed rolling my eyes "Got a problem?" one of them whispered. "No- I just umm.." I got tongue tied. "Aw the baby is scared." They laughed and turned back around. I just sunk in my seat. Why does everyone hate me?