A/N: Yey! i'm back for chapter 2 since i told myself if i got 6 reviews, i'd continue this but i got 10! that's amazing.. :)

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I'm not a law student but i did my best. i hope i gave justice to this. So i'm sorry if you're a law student or a lawyer reading this. if i got something wrong. don't bash, sue, or kill me please? _

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I don't know how long I stood there at the back of the classroom. I couldn't look away, like I was glued on that position. She's also staring back at me curiously with fierce brown eyes. I know what color her eyes were because I saw them once up close. I can tell that there's a shocked expression on my face. I wasn't ready to see her. My heart is beating wildly and I can't think straight. It seemed like forever that we held each other's gaze.

"Would you care to join us miss? Because if not, you are free to leave. I hate being interrupted as much as I hate tardy people. And does being barefoot pass your dress code? What kind of law student are you?" She said with an authority in her voice. I haven't moved yet from my position and I saw that she's getting impatient. Once I heard the sarcasm in her voice, I came back to my senses. All the hatred I feel for this person consumed me like wildfire. How dare her? I have to make a comeback.

"My apologies, Attorney Lopez. If I'd known you were arriving here today, I could've worn a gown with matching stilettos to suit your preference. I know how much you like girls that wear them." I said with a disgusted note in my voice. She stared at me and I glared back at her and believe me, if glaring could kill, I could've committed a murder right there.

Surprisingly, she ignored me and turned her attention back to the class. I took that as an opening to go to my seat since I could feel the heaviness of the thick books in my arms.

"As I was saying before a certain late comer interrupted me, there have been plenty of cases won over via technicality." When I heard what she was talking about, I dropped by my heavy books to the floor causing a loud thud making Atty. Lopez and my classmates' heads turn at me. I can feel anger burning inside me. I couldn't help myself. I stood up and said challengingly, "So are you saying that it is okay to win a case in that way Attorney Santana Lopez?"

She stared at me bewildered. Obviously she didn't anticipate my question. I can see her uneasiness. She shrugged it off, chose to ignore my question, and continued the discussion. "Technicality. For example, when your opponent failed to meet the deadlines for a certain hearing, or a given circumstance that the opponent forgot to file the needed documents—"

I've had enough. I stood up again and said, "If that's your argument, then you've defeated the purpose of due process! If a guilty person won a case because a great lawyer like you can manipulate the law just like that, where is justice? I pity the poor people who have been raped, or massacred—"

"Due process is served! It's the damn lawyer's fault for negligence!" She cut me off, I can see the sudden rise of temper inside her. I'm not going to submit to you Santana.

"Mere technicality should not defeat the substantial ends of justice." I said calmly. Proud of what I said.

"Woah!" She said with amusement with her voice. She's now smiling at me. But I know that smile meant something else. "Are you sure you haven't graduated yet? So, can you tell me miss, what is your idea of justice?" I'm super pissed now; I can no longer contain myself. I don't care what happens anymore.

"If you're going to ask a student that question Atty Lopez, I strongly think that you shouldn't be standing there in front of us and teach us law." I sat down as if I've made my point.

"Due process protects the law. So a criminal can win a case, as long as his trial undergoes the right process, then yes, the system is protected and justice is served." She finished the statement smirking at me, like she won the argument. I'm not done yet Santana.

"There is a higher moral order we follow being humans, and that Atty. Lopez, is what the law protects." Suddenly, my classmates started clapping. I swear I forgot that there are other people in the room besides the two of us.

Santana's reaction is unreadable, but I know deep inside her, she's wondering how I, a mere law student, can defeat her in an argument. She approached me in my seat; I can sense she's enraged. But I was caught off guard when she said, "Tell me, what did you eat for breakfast and you're reacting that way?" She laughed and my classmates joined her. "You're scary! But you're cute when you're angry." I felt my cheeks burn in my pale skin, I know it's probably red by now. I shot her with the best death glare I can muster. How can a person be so infuriating?

I grabbed my books and headed for the front door. I heard her say, "Excuse me? Where do you think you're going?" I stopped in my tracks and turn back to look at her. She approached me and I noticed that I'm slightly taller than her. I smiled at her sarcastically, "Sorry, as far as I know, this class is only up to 11. It's already 11:30. I'll be late for my next class." And with that I continued walking towards the door.

I didn't notice that I am shaking with anger until I collapse to the nearest wall. I leaned on it for support while my thoughts and heart were still racing on what took place inside the classroom. I took a few moments to rest but I decided to head out after seeing my classmates filing out of the said room. I can't afford to see Santana Lopez again after that heated argument.


I can't remember how I got home. The day passed by in a blur. I still can't take off my mind from the encounter I had with Santana Lopez. I found Nick sitting at the dinner table. My face seemed to be emitting a panicked expression because of what Nick said,

"What happened to you? You look like you've seen a ghost." He's now staring intently at me waiting for an answer.

"I saw her today. She's the guest speaker in my class." My voice shook with the confession.

"Who are you talking about?" Nick looks confused more than ever.

"Santana, or should I say, Attorney Santana Lopez." The anger in my voice is evident. But I got angrier when Nick said, "So what?" I went hysterical. "So what? Are you hearing yourself? Nick! She's the reason why Quinn is like this! I can't forgive her for what she did to our sister!"

Nick gave me an amused look. I know he still wouldn't understand. "This is not supposed to happen." I continued. "We see her on television, we read about her in the newspapers, but she isn't supposed to be back in our lives."

"Then if you don't like her, then don't make friends with her. Don't talk to her. That simple." He confidently announced. "Nick, you don't get it." I said, calmly this time. "I was there when she left Quinn. At first I didn't understand why she's so upset that Santana left her. I didn't understand the pain she's going through. She cried every night Nick. I saw how she changed. She used to tell me how great it is to be in love. But now, I don't think she ever loved again after what happened to her, and it's all because of Santana." Nick averted his gaze somewhere else. I know he's uncomfortable with this discussion but I still continued.

"It pained me to see our sister like that, and I hated Santana for causing all that. And now that I am older, I fully understood what had happened all those years ago and my hatred for Santana grew even more. That's why we can't afford to let her in our lives right now. I don't want to see Quinn hurt ever again. I won't let it happen."


After my next class that morning, I visited Tina again at the photocopying station near the library. It's like my daily routine. I'm always there when I have free time, or at the library.

"Hey Brittany! What's up?" Tina greeted me with enthusiasm, too much enthusiasm.

"What's up with you? You look unusually happy." There's an amused tone in my voice. Though Tina's image is a quiet photocopy girl, she lets loose when she's with me. She's hyper most of the time and I know that this morning's conversation will not be an exemption.

"To answer your question, yes, I am happy! But not just happy, I'm ecstatic!" She announced jumping happily while clapping her hands. By now I should be weirded out but I'm so used to Tina being this way. I admit it makes me feel good too. "Okaaay~ so why are you ecstatic?" I tried copying her voice.

"I just saw Santana Lopez pass by here awhile ago!" She squealed in delight. I looked at her confused and disgusted. "What? You like her?"

"What's not to like? She's rich, she's hot, she's young, she's intelligent, and most of all she's so gorgeous!" Tina went into the dreamy state just like that. But I'm not interested. "How could you possibly like her Tina? She's cocky, arrogant, and most of all she defends criminals! How could that person sleep at night when she lets criminals loose? Don't get me started on that murder case she just won last week. I was totally repulsed! Really, tell me how could she live with herself?"

"Maybe she needs me to live with her. What do you think?" My face scrunched up more in Tina's answer. "Tina, please! I didn't know you play for the other team!" I was sure Tina is straight.

"I don't play for any team. But right now, I play for Santana's team!" Tina said playfully. "She has an upcoming case doesn't she? Will you watch her in action?"

"Yes, I'll go with my org. Why?" I know what Tina's motives are. "Can I come? Please?" See, I knew she's gonna ask that. "Hmmm.. I don't know Tina."

"Please, please Britt? I just want to see her again! She's so perfect and—"

"Ugh! See you Tina. I still have a class."


That afternoon, I went to the bookstore near the university. Today is the release of one of my favorite author's books and I can't wait to get my hands on it.

I approached a sales person and I asked him where the books are located. He gladly directed me to it. There's only one copy left. This is my lucky day.

As I reached out to take the book, another hand flashed to my view and grabbed the item the same time as me. I looked at the face of my aggressor and cursed inward. I lost my grip and it ended in her hands.

"So, it's you again. Why is it that wherever I go I see you? Are you stalking me?" Santana Lopez said while flashing a flirtatious smile at me.

"Excuse me, I'm not stalking you. As far as I'm concerned, I don't want to be in the same place as you or breathe the same air as you. And I believe I'm the first one to spot that book. So can you give it to me now, please?" Nothing beats a sweet sarcasm note in my voice.

"Well aren't you feisty? But I'm sorry I won't let go of this book. It's the only one left and the writer happens to be my favorite so how about you let go." Her flirtatious smile hasn't disappeared yet. It's annoying to look at.

"You're rich, right? Why don't you just migrate somewhere else then buy this book there? So I would peacefully sleep at night knowing that I won't see you again." I can tell my comment was too much because I spotted a look of hurt in her face but it disappeared quickly.

"Look, what's your problem? Why are you so angry with me?" She asked with pure curiosity. But of course I won't answer that. I don't want her to know who I am, so I decided to change the topic.

"Are you going to let go of that or not? It's getting late and I really have to go home." I said impatiently. I held out my hand so she can give it to me, but instead she held it up in her head.

"No, I'm pretty sure I'd take this." If I could strangle her right there, I would do it.

"Hey babe! I found you! Ready to go?" A blonde girl approached us looking like a lost child in a bookstore. I can tell she's her date. The nerve of this woman. I really hate her.

"Yeah sure, let's go pay for this at the counter." Suddenly, Santana's phone rang making her give the book to the blonde. Santana turned her back at us to answer her phone leaving me with the blonde.

"Hi, I'm Tiffany! Are you Santana's friend?" I couldn't be more irritated hearing her say that I'm that woman's friend. But it gave me an idea.

"Why, yes I am. I met her at the university. She got me that book actually because we haven't seen each other in a while. I said no, but she insisted paying for it. Now that she's distracted, I'll just have to pay for it myself." I held out my hand and Tiffany put the book on it. "Tell her I said thanks, okay?" I said smiling sweetly. She nodded and I made my way to the cashier.

I am near the door and before I stepped out of the store, I looked back at Santana who's also looking at me with bemused eyes. I held the book up so she can see it, stuck my tongue out and put a teasing expression on my face. I smiled at myself, proud that I won again.


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