Side Effects
Chapter two
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I walk inside my house and set my mom's keys on the table, and throw my bag down. I walk into the living room where I see my mom unpacking a few of the boxes. I inwardly groan, knowing that I should help. I hated unpacking, but I knew it was wrong to make my mother do all of it. Even though I hadn't wanted to move in the first place. "Hey mom." I greet, making her pull her head up from inside one of the boxes.
She smiles at me, "Hey baby." She replies. "How was your first day?" She asks, sitting down on the couch. I just shrug my shoulders and she pats the spot next to her. I comply, and walk over, sitting down next to her. "Make any new friends?" She asks, and I just once again shrug. "Any hotties?" She asks, nudging me with a smirk on her face.
I roll my eyes and look over at her with an annoyed look on my face and just laughs. "It was fine mom. I talked to Rachel, and met a couple of her friends, that's about it." I shrug, hoping she was going to drop this. I knew she meant well, but I really hated when she tried prying into my life, making things bigger of a deal than they really were. I knew she wanted me to make friends, but I was content with things the way they were. You don't get hurt when you're alone.
"Fine." She says, removing her arm that she had placed on my shoulders. "If you aren't going to talk about your day, come and help me unpack." She says, standing up from the couch. I groan and inwardly debate whether or not telling her about my day was worse than unpacking or not. I soon decide I'd rather just unpack, and get up, walking over to a box.
We unpack for what seemed like an eternity, and finally my mom tells me I can stop, and that she was going to start dinner. I happily agree, and walk upstairs to my room, throwing myself onto my bed. I couldn't stop my mind from wandering over to the Latina I had sort of met today. I knew it was crazy, and that I was starting to have an obsessive crush on this girl, but I couldn't help it. I felt like an 11 year old girl with a middle school crush on a boy. Except I wasn't 11, and she was definitely not a boy.
I knew nothing about this girl except that her name was Santana, and she was in my math class. She was also a cheerleader, which at this school they were called Cheerio's, and drove a red camero. I was determined to talk to her and learn more about her, but that was much easier said than done. It seemed whenever she was around my voice completely flew south, leaving me just staring at her like an idiot.
I hear the revving of a car engine outside of my window. Curiosity getting the best of me, I move over, looking outside where I spot the red camero outside of Rachel's house. My heart quickens as I watch the Latina get out of her car. She was dressed in skinny jeans and a white wife beater and had aviator shades on. She had looked hot in her cheerio's uniform, but this look had beaten it, even though I hadn't thought it was possible. She looked kind of badass, and it was so hot.
I watch the girl walk up the steps of the porch, and knock on the front door. Within seconds I see Rachel open the door, a smile firmly planted on her face as she sees the Latina in front of her. The shorter girl grabs Santana's hand and pulls her into the house, shutting the door behind her.
I walk back over to my bed, trying to slow my heart race as I sit down. So she was friend's with Rachel? This was a good thing! I could ask Rachel about her, or maybe even have her introduce me to the Latina. I sigh a content sigh as I lie back on my bed, the biggest grin I felt I had ever worn, present on my face.
I hear a soft knock on my door and look over to the side to see my mother staring at me with an amused expression. I quickly sit up, trying my best to wipe the goofy grin off of my face as I look at her. "What?" I ask, my voice coming off a little more angry than I had intended.
My mother quirks her eyebrow, a side smile on her face. "What's got you so happy?" She ask, amused.
"Nothing." I say quickly, shaking my head.
She just hums in response, nodding her head slowly. "Your father is home, and dinner is about ready." She states, making me nod my head. She eyes me for another minute before turning around to walk out of my bedroom.
I stand up from my bed, glancing out my window, looking over at Rachel's house, hoping to see the Latina once again. Her car still sat parked outside, but she wasn't outside. I let out a sigh, that sounded a bit longing, and walk out of my bedroom.
I make my way into the kitchen where I see my mother finishing up dinner, and my father standing by the counter stealing bites as she swats his hand away. I smile and walk into the room, and my dad smiles when he sees me. "Hey baby girl." He says, walking over to me, wrapping me up in a hug. I just smile and burry my head in his chest, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. "How was school?" He asks, pulling away slightly.
I hear my mom let out a small chuckle, and I look over at her, throwing her a glare. "It was fine." I say vaguely. He just nods at me with a smile. He wasn't as nosey as my mother, and he didn't ask any more into it, thankfully. He pulls fully away from the hug, and grabs the plates off of the counter.
"Help me set the table?" He asks, holding out the plates. I nod and accept the stack as he picks up some silverware. We walk into the dining room, and set the table for dinner as my mom finishes up.
o0o0o
The next day at school, I walk into math class on time today, and notice Santana had yet to make an appearance. I sit down in my seat, and pull out my things, getting ready for class to start. All of the other kids slowly make their way into the room, followed soon by the teacher. The bell rings, and Mrs. Davis closes the door. I let out a sigh, looking at the empty seat in front of me as the teacher begins her lesson. Just my luck she wasn't going to be here today.
About 15 minutes into class the classroom door open, and pull my gaze up from my doodling and see Santana rushing into the room. I automatically smile, seeing the Latina. She brushes past the other student's mumbling sorry to the teacher as she sits down in the seat in front of me. I look up at Mrs. Davis, expecting her to yell, but she just sighs, and continues on with her lesson.
I quickly drown out the lesson as I stare lovingly at the back of Santana's head. Her black hair was up in a high pony tail, and I couldn't help but imagining pulling the band out, letting it fall to her shoulders and running my fingers through the dark locks. "Hey," I hear someone whisper. I quickly shake my head clearing my thoughts, and my eyes widen when I realize I was no longer looking at the back of Santana's head. "Can I borrow a pencil?" She asks me quietly, flashing that smile, that made my knees go weak.
My heart begins to race as I try desperately to formulate a sentence. When that failed I quickly offered her the pencil in my hand. Her grin widens and she accepts it, winking at me before turning around. I feel a blush creep on my cheeks, and I can't hide the goofy grin that had formed on my face.
I finally snap out of my gaze, and look over at the board, trying to comprehend what the teacher was saying. I reach down for my pencil to take some notes when I realize…Shit…That was my only pencil. I let out a sigh, and stare at the problems she working out on the board, trying my best to imprint the images into my head so I could remember them later.
The bell soon rings, thankfully, and I start gathering up my things, placing them into my backpack. I feel eyes on me and see Santana turned sideways in her chair, looking back at me. The butterflies begin swarming in my stomach, and I sit back up in my chair. She smiles and hands me the pencil that I had let her borrow. "Thanks again, you're awesome."
I open my mouth to say something but feel a lump forming in my throat, making me shut my mouth back. She just giggles and stands up, throwing her bag over her shoulder. She waves at me and walks out of the room, leaving me behind to have a heart attack.
o0o0o
I walk out of my next class and see Rachel, standing at her locker, placing some books inside. I smile, and walk over to her, leaning up against the locker beside hers. She looks over at me, and smiles, before turning her attention back to her books. I tug my lip in between my teeth as I debate on what to say. How could I say this to make it not sound desperate or creepy? "Have you given any more thought into Glee club?" Rachel asks me, snapping me from my thoughts.
I look up at her and let my lip fall back into place. "Um no I haven't really. I'm sorry, I've just been busy still trying to get us moved in and everything." I say, making her nod her head, accepting my answer. "Rachel, do you know Santana?" I suddenly ask, making her snap her head up to look at me confused.
She quickly replaces the confusion with a smile and nods her head, "Yeah I know her." She replies, closing her locker door. "What about her?" She asks curiously, as we walk down the hallway.
Again I didn't know what to say now without sounding like some crazy stalker or something. Before I had a chance to say anything I hear someone calling my name. I turn around and see Mike jogging up behind us, smiling. "Hey." He greets, walking beside the two of us.
"I have to get to class." Rachel says, excusing herself from us.
I just nod at her, not knowing whether or not I was happy not to have to continue that conversation with Rachel. I wanted to learn more about the Latina, but needed to figure out how to do in it a less creepy way. I pull out of my thoughts and realize I had still yet to greet Mike, "Hey Mike." I finally say as he smirks at me. "Sorry, just thinking." I add smiling shyly.
"Must have been some intense thoughts." He muses, making me feel even more embarrassed. I just laugh embarrassingly as I continue my way down the hallway, him walking beside me. "Hey, so I was wondering if you'd be my partner in chemistry today? My partner is out sick, and I noticed you didn't have one yesterday." He asks me, making me look at him confused.
"You're in my chemistry class?" I ask, scrunching my face in confusion. He just laughs at me and nods his head, making me blush, and look down at my feet. "Sorry, I didn't really look around in class." I say, looking back up at him.
"It's fine. I sit in the back corner, hard to spot." He says, trying to make me feel better. I just smile shyly at him. "So what do you say?" He asks, reminding me that he had indeed asked a question.
"Yeah okay." I say, shrugging at him. He smiles brightly in return and nods his head. I just smile back as we make our way into the chemistry lab. I follow him to the back of the room and sit next to him at the table.
We sit there in silence for a few moments as I watch all of the other kids enter the room; people I hadn't noticed yesterday. Sitting in the back gave you a good view to everyone in the room, without having to turn around and look like a creeper. I glance over at Mike and notice a goofy look on his face, making me almost laugh out loud. I follow his gaze and see an Asian girl, sitting down in her seat, talking to the darker girl next to her. I knew the darker girls name was Mercedes; I had met her at lunch yesterday, but I had never seen the other Asian.
Before I got a chance to say anything to Mike about her, the teacher walked in, and quieted us all down. He passed out a work sheet to all of us as he explained what we were doing. I looked down at the paper as his words went in one ear and out the other. There was a bunch of numbers and letters on the page, and I hadn't the slightest idea what any of it meant; I had never been good at chemistry.
I look over at Mike who was also looking over the paper, but his face didn't look too confused, which had to be a good thing. He looks up and smiles at me. "Pass me that beaker?" He asks, pointing to the glass object to the side of me. I quickly grab it and hand it to him. He looks down at the paper then back up and starts filling it with some sort of green liquid. He seemed like he knew what he was doing, so I just watched and passed him various things as he asked for them.
"Mike?" I ask him, after a few moments. He was looking at the beaker he was currently filling, but let out a humming noise, letting me know he was listening. "Who is that Santana girl? The one I collided with at lunch yesterday?" I ask him, making him set the beaker down and look over at me.
"Santana Lopez, head cheerio." He says, as I nod my head, taking in this information. It was new, but I still wanted more, so I looked at him expectantly, hoping he would continue. "What do you want to know?" He asks, with a small laugh.
I just shrug, and look at the table, growing more awkward by the minute. "I don't know." I say quietly. "You were looking at pretty intently." I then say, looking back over at him. "Do you like her?" I ask as he shakes his head.
"She's like super hot, but no I don't." He says, glancing across the room briefly before turning his gaze back to the beaker. "Pretty much everyone in school wants her. Girls and guys." He states. I had followed his previous gaze over to the Asian girl, but bring it back to him as he spoke once again.
"I see." I say, simply. I couldn't help but let out a breathy laugh at his statement. It wasn't hard to believe that everyone wanted her. She was easily the hottest girl she had ever seen, and she had something about her, the way she walked around, and presented herself. She just oozed confidence, and it was utterly sexy.
"Pass me the thermometer." He says, throwing me out of my thoughts. I shake my head and try and focus on what we were doing, or more so what Mike was doing, and tried keeping my thoughts away from the gorgeous Latina.
o0o0o
We had successfully finished our work, and actually had done it right. I was definitely happy he had asked me to be his partner. Now I may actually pass chemistry with flying colors. We were now cleaning up our station; or at least I was, Mike was busy staring at the other Asian again. "Mike, I think it's clean." I say, meaning the same spot he had been wiping down for the past five minutes.
He quickly looks over at me, before looking down at his hand. He stills the motion and picks his hand up, blushing slightly. I just laugh at him, and place the newly cleaned beakers side by side. "So who is she?" I ask, nodding towards the girl who had his attention.
He looks up at me with wide eyes and I can visibly see him swallow a lump in his throat making me raise an eyebrow at him. "Tina." He finally breaths out, a small smile forming on his lips just by saying her name.
I just nod my head in response as I continue cleaning up the station. "Have you ever talked to her?" I ask knowingly. Although he had approached me, and talked to me, I could tell he wasn't the most outgoing guy. The way he looked at her, as much as I hated to admit it, reminded me of the way I looked at Santana. If the same was true, I knew he had yet to talk to her, and probably wasn't capable of doing so.
He just looks down and shakes his head shamefully. "I wouldn't know what to say." He says shyly, with a shrug. He slowly moves his towel back and forth, wiping the table down. It was clean obviously, but he needed something to keep his hands busy.
"Do you know anything about her?" I ask, curiously. He opens his mouth to speak, but gets drown out by the bell ringing. He closes his mouth back and smiles at me, as I do the same. "We will talk about this later." I inform him, picking up my backpack. He just nods at me, as I turn to walk out of the room.
o0o0o
I walk out of the lunch room after telling Rachel and her friends, (and maybe my friends now?) bye. Lunch was still going on, but I had to run to my locker for my Spanish book I had forgotten. I was walking down the empty hallway towards my locker when I heard giggling coming from around the corner. As I approach the corner, and turn, I collide into someone, almost sending me to the ground, but I quickly catch my balance. "Sorry." I say sincerely, picking her books up for her, that had fallen to the ground.
"Watch where you're going." I hear her reply in a bitchy tone as she grabs her books out of my hand. I look up and am met with hazel eyes, glaring at me. She turns on her heel, whipping her blonde pony tail in my face before stalking down the hallway, her cheerio skirt flopping behind her.
I pull my books close to my chest and turn the corner, stopping in my tracks when I see Santana leaning against her locker. She was talking to a boy with a Mohawk. He was in one of my classes, but I had yet to catch his name. All I knew was that he was on the football team.
My heart stops when I see her giggle at something he said, as she smiles back at her while she pushes him away playfully. Of course someone as gorgeous as her had a boyfriend. I was kidding myself to think she was available, and even more so to think I had a chance with her. I hang my head down in defeat and walk past them, quickly making my way to my locker to get out my book.
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