Side Effects
Chapter three
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I park my car in the school parking lot, and step out before moving to the backseat to grab my back pack out. "Hey Brittany." I hear someone's voice say, causing me to pull my head out of the car, to turn and see who it was. I see Rachel walking towards me, holding her books close to her chest, with her signature smile plastered across her lips.
"Hey." I reply simply, throwing my bag over my shoulder. I close the door, and hit lock on my key, as we head towards the school together. "What did you do last night?" I ask her curiously. I had seen Santana's car parked outside of her house again, and she hadn't left until almost midnight. Part of me had tried convincing myself to go over, but I couldn't think of a reason as to why I would need to talk to Rachel. I was new to the whole friends thing, and wasn't sure if going over to her house unannounced was a normal thing to do.
"Oh I just hung out with a friend." She says, shrugging her shoulders. I wanted to ask more, but I wasn't sure what to say to her without it sounding like I was being nosey. Again I wasn't sure where boundaries were pushed.
"Rach." We hear a voice say, making both of us turn in the direction it was coming from. I almost drop my books when I turn to meet Santana. She was smiling at Rachel, and looked over at me giving me a small smile also, before turning her attention back to the brunette. "I need to talk to you, during lunch?" Santana asks, smiling sweetly at Rachel. She wasn't even smiling at me, but I still felt my knees go weak.
Rachel nods her head, a big smile taking up her entire face as she looks at the head cheerio. "Okay." She finally says with a nod.
Santana nods her head firmly, before turning her attention over to me, making my heart quicken and my breath hitch in my throat. "You're in my math class right?" She asks with that sweet charming smile of hers. I just merely nod at the question, not trusting my voice at that moment. She lets out a small giggle, and I feel my cheeks turn a deep shade of red. "Okay well I will see you in a few." She says to me, before turning to Rachel, "And I will see you at lunch." She finishes, before walking past both of us.
I can't help but once again let my eyes wonder up and down that amazing body of hers. That cheerio's skirt was just short enough to see the right amount of her legs, when it bounced as she walked. I look over at Rachel and see her eyeing me, making me quickly avert my eyes to the ground as my cheeks once again turn as red as a tomato.
We walk into the building side by side, and Rachel is chatting my ear off about a song that she is going to be performing in her glee club. I still had yet to join, but was actually considering it. I had never joined any clubs in my schools, because of trying to stay low, but this actually seemed fun, and it would allow me to dance, which was my true passion.
I hear Rachel gasp next to me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I look over at her, noticing she had stopped talking, and see her staring straight in front of her; fear in her eyes. I follow her gaze and see the blonde cheerleader that I had run into yesterday, coming towards us with a slushie in hand. I look back at Rachel confused then before I know it the red liquid had been poured all over Rachel's face, dripping down her chest, staining the light colored shirt she was wearing.
"What the hell!" I snap, whipping my head around, looking at the blonde who was walking away, snickering with some of her cheerio friends. The girl quickly turns around, stopping her tracks, along with the two girls that were following her. She takes a few slow steps forward, eyeing me challengingly. "Why did you do that? She didn't do anything to you." I say, as I hear her two friends snickering behind her.
"I would watch your mouth, otherwise you'll be getting one just like man hands here." She informs me, quirking an eyebrow, glaring at me. Before I can even reply, she turns on her heel, once again flipping her hair in my face, before stalking down the hallway. Her two friends shoot daggers at me, before they turn, following the blonde cheerio.
I stare at the blonde until she was out of my sight, but quickly get pulled away from her, when I hear Rachel whimpering beside me. I grab her arm, and drag her into the girls bathroom, and sit her down on the counter. "Who was that?" I ask, pulling out a few paper towels out of the dispenser.
"Quinn Fabray." She responds, quietly, looking down at her hands.
I wet the paper towels, and start wiping the slushie away from her face, as she smiles softly at me, silently thanking me. "Why did she do that?" I ask gently. She just shrugs at the question, her gaze still fixated on the floor. "Well it isn't right." I say, a hint of anger in my voice. I wouldn't say me and Rachel are extremely close, but she was the closest thing I've ever had to a friend, and I cared about her.
I move the paper towels down to her chest and try rubbing away the red that was staining her shirt; to no avail. "I have an extra shirt in my locker." She says, pushing herself off the counter.
"Does this happen a lot?" I ask, confused. I had never heard of someone keeping extra clothes in their locker, and I didn't understand why she would; unless this did happen a lot. She just simply nods at me, before walking out of the restroom. I throw away the paper towels, and start cleaning up the counter that had red slushie on it now.
A few minutes later she returns with a new shirt in her hands. She walks into one of the stalls, locking it. I pull myself up onto the counter, and see her throw her old shirt over the stall door, letting it hang as she changes into her new shirt. Within seconds she walks back out, checking herself in the mirror. "Thank you." She says, sincerely, turning towards me.
I just nod my head at her, before she turns back to the mirror, starting to apply lip gloss to her pouty lips. "Why don't you get Santana to say something to her? I mean Santana is head cheerio right?" I say, making Rachel's motions stop. She looks at me through the mirror for a second, before turning her gaze to her lip gloss tube as she places the lid on it.
"It's complicated." She states quietly with a shrug.
"How is it complicated? She is your friend. She should stick up for you." I say, folding my arms over my chest. I was getting slightly annoyed at the Latina, even f she wasn't here to defend herself. If she really was Rachel's friend, then she would help her, and she wouldn't let these things happen.
"It just is Brittany." Rachel responds harshly. She grabs her books off the counter and brushes past me, before I can say another word. I let out a sigh, and grab my backpack off the bathroom counter, and sling it over my shoulders, before walking out of the restroom.
o0o0o
"What do you know about Quinn Fabray?" I ask, sitting down next to Mike at our chemistry table.
He looks up at me, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion at my question. "Um, I know she's a cheerio basically second in command after Santana." He says, his face still flooded with confusion. "Why do you ask?" He asks, me shaking his head.
"She slushied my friend today." I say, simply. His mouth forms an O shape, and he nods his head slowly, now understanding. "Does she do that sort of thing often?" I ask, tilting my head to the side.
"Yes." He breaths. This time it was my turn to scrunch up my face in confusion. "She's popular." He says like it's obvious. I just shake my head slightly, waiting on him to further explain, because I was clearly not understanding. "It's just the natural order of things. All the popular kids do it to the kids who…aren't." He finishes, before leaning down to pull a spiral out of his bag, as the teacher walks into the room.
"It's not right." I mumble, as the teacher begins to lecture. He glances over at me, but doesn't say anything, just offers me a small side smile, before turning to his notes.
I sigh, resting my elbow on the table, propping my head up in my hand. I open up my book with my free hand, turning to the correct page, and try my best to concentrate on what the teacher was saying.
o0o0o
I walk through the cafeteria and pass Mike's table, where he was waving at me. I stop beside him and smile, "Hey." I greet him, smiling cheerfully.
"Hey." He replies, simply. "Brittany, this is Matt, Finn, Puck, and Sam." He says, motioning towards the three guys that were sitting next to him. I smile at them as they all greet me in their own separate ways. I realize Puck was the one I suspected to be Santana's boyfriend. I glance over at him, and see him looking me up and down with a smirk, making me want to lunge over the table and attack him. I didn't want him dating the Latina, but if they were going to then he better had treat her right, and stop looking at me.
I shoot him a glare, and once his eyes finally meet mine, he quickly averts his gaze to his half eaten sandwich. "I'm going to go and sit with my friends, I'll see you later." I say, looking back down at Mike who just nods his head. "Nice meeting you guys." I say nicely, looking at each of the boys.
I make my way over to my usual table with Rachel, Mercedes and Kurt, but realize Rachel is missing. "Where is Rachel?" I ask, taking my usual seat across from Mercedes.
"She said she had to go and talk to someone." Kurt says with a shrug, not looking up from his vogue magazine he was flipping through. Mercedes just nods in agreement as she pops a tot into her mouth.
I quickly remember this morning, and how Santana had wanted to talk to her. Obviously that was where she was. I couldn't help but feel jealous of the two of them, and their relationship. They seemed close, and I wanted to be close like that with Santana; closer actually. I let out a small sigh, and begin picking at my sandwich as a I glance around the cafeteria. "So seen any guys you like?" Mercedes asks, looking over at me.
I snap my head around, giving her my attention, "What? Oh um I don't know." I say nervously, looking down at my lap as I fidgeted with my hands nervously.
I see Kurt look up from his magazine out of the corner of my eye. He looks over at me and then to Mercedes, and they both smile at each other. "That's a yes." He says, closing the magazine. He sits up in his seat, leaning on his elbows. "Who is it?" He asks, with a big smile.
I roll my eyes and let out a small nervous laugh, before looking up at them, but quickly look back down at my lap after seeing their intense gazes. "I've seen you around with Mike Chang a lot. Is It him?" Mercedes asks, raising her eyebrows, happily awaiting my answer.
I simply shake my head no, and look over towards Mike's table where him and the other guys were throwing tots at each other. "No it isn't Mike. He's cool, but he's just a friend." I say, turning my gaze back to them.
I sit in silence for another few minutes and they both sigh, slumping back in their seats, looking disappointed. "Fine, don't tell us." Mercedes says folding her arms over her chest. Her voice was more playful than angry, but I could still tell she was slightly annoyed. "Kurt what about you? How's it going with Sam?" Mercedes asks, wiggling her eyebrows at the boy next to her, making him blush a deep shade of red.
My eyes widen and can't help but let a giggle escape my mouth at his embarrassment. "Wait? The Sam over there?" I ask pointing to Mike's table. Mercedes just simply nods as Kurt tries to hide himself behind his magazine. "He's gay?" I ask, surprised.
"Undetermined." Kurt finally says, clearing his throat, trying to make it sound as if it was no big.
"He just joined glee, and Kurt called it on day one. I also get some serious vibes from him." Mercedes says, and I nod my head before looking back at the blonde boy.
A few minutes later the bell rings, and Kurt lets out a sigh of relief, being saved from any further embarrassment from our conversation. I let out a laugh and shake my head as I watch him hurry away from the table. I grab my things and walk out of the cafeteria, headed for my next class.
I walk in Spanish and decide to take a seat in the back of the room this time. I normally always went for the front, but after sitting in the back during Chemistry I kind of liked it. Not wanting to sound creepy; it was a good way to be able to just watch people, and observe things.
I place my bag on the floor and sit down in the desk and watch as other students fill the empty seats around me. I notice the Asian girl that Mike had a crush on sit down in the seat next to me. I glance over at her, wanting to speak to her, but I wasn't sure what to say. I was never good at talking to people, and wasn't sure how to approach certain situations. He really liked her, and I wanted to help him out, but I also wasn't sure if he would be angry; if that was over stepping my boundaries. As I had said before, I'm new to the whole friend thing.
Mr. Shuester walks into the classroom, shutting the door behind him, and walks over to the chalkboard. I pull out my book and my spiral, and watch as he begins writing something on the chalk board at the front of the room. I glance over at the Asian once again and see her doodling on her paper, not paying any attention to what the teacher was saying.
I inwardly laugh and lean over towards her. "Are you getting any of this?" I ask her, making her look up from her drawings, and look over at me.
She studies me for a moment before shaking her head now, a smile growing on her face, "Not at all." she finally says with a laugh. "You?" She asks, making me shake my head in reply. We both let out giggles, but are interrupted by Mr. Shue shushing us.
We both sit up in our seats, and nod at him, letting him know we were now paying attention. He simply frowns and turns back around to the board, continuing with his lecture. I glance over at the girl and she does the same as we both try our best not to laugh again. "I'm Tina." She whispers, leaning closer to me.
"Brittany." I reply glancing back up at the teacher to make sure he wasn't watching us. I was about to say something else to her, but Mr. Shue turns around to look at the class as he asks a question. I sit back up in my chair as I see a few hands fly up in the air around me.
About half an hour later the bell finally rings and the students around me almost jump out of their seats, exiting the classroom, with Mr. Shue calling after them, reminding them of the homework assignment. I stand up from my seat and turn towards Tina who was packing up her things, and wait for her so that I could speak to her.
"Brittany, could I talk to you for a minute?" Mr. Shue asks, me making me turn and look at him. I inwardly groan but nod my head yes. I glance over at Tina and she gives me a small smile, before I turn and walk up to the front of the room. "Brittany, Rachel has informed me that you were thinking about joining glee?" He asks me, making me roll my eyes.
"I told her I would think about it yes." I state with a nod. "I just moved here so I'm busy getting things moved in, but I told her maybe later." I add, and he nods in understanding.
"I understand that. She tells me you like to dance. We could use some more dancers on the team. Maybe we could have a shot at regional's with some good choreography." He explains to me. "We'd really like to have you on the team Brittany so I encourage you to join. It's a lot of fun." He says with a smile.
I just simply nod my head, acknowledging him. "I will definitely think about Mr. Shue." I repeat, trying desperately not to roll my eyes. Glee did sound fun I wasn't going to lie, but right now I had other things I was concentrating on, and it was getting annoying on how everyone kept bugging me about it.
"Okay you can go." He says, waving his hands slightly. I noticed that he talked with his hands a lot. I just simply nod and turn my head back to the rows of seats. Seeing that Tina had already left, I frown and walk out of the Spanish room. At least I had introduced myself to her, and she seemed nice. That was a step.
o0o0o
I throw my backpack down next to my desk with a thud, then throw myself onto my bed. I hadn't seen Rachel since she stormed out of the bathroom on me earlier. I felt slightly bad for pissing her off, but I still didn't understand what I had done wrong. Santana should stand up for Rachel right? She was head cheerio, and apparently head bitch in charge of the school, although I had a hard time believing the bitch part. She was always so sweet to me. But with her powers she should be able to stop Quinn. Maybe Santana didn't know Rachel was getting slushied, maybe Rachel hadn't told her, because Quinn was her friend, and she hadn't wanted to start anything. She of course felt she should give Santana the benefit of the doubt.
I get pulled out of my thoughts as I hear the familiar sound of a car out front. I sit up, knowing that sound and quickly walk to my window where I see Santana's red car parked outside of Rachel's house. They were both still sitting inside, just talking. Santana said something and Rachel started laughing as she leaned her head over onto the brunette's shoulder, hiding her face in embarrassment, while the Latina's grin widened.
Rachel picked her head up off of Santana's shoulder as the Latina spoke once again. The shorter girl nodded her head then leaned in kissing Santana softly on the lips.
Wait what?
My eyes widen in pure shock as I watch the two of them. Rachel had pulled back, but Santana pulled the girl back into her, placing her hand on the back of Rachel's neck, kissing the girl more passionately this time.
Rachel finally pulls away after a few minutes and smiles at the Latina, before opening her door, climbing out of the car. With one last wave Santana drives away, and Rachel makes her way inside her house.
I stand there, staring in shock. Santana's car was long gone, and Rachel had been inside for awhile now, but I stood rooted to the floor, staring at the empty space that had been filled by the red Camaro moments ago. I didn't know why, but my heart seemed to break all over again. I already knew she was seeing someone; the wrong someone, but someone. So why did it matter who it was? I felt somewhat betrayed, by my new friend which was crazy. They had clearly been dating before I even showed up, it wasn't as if she stole her away from me, but I couldn't help but feel a little anger for the short girl. It was jealous anger of course, but it was anger.
I walk over to my bed, tossing myself on top of it and stare up at the ceiling. I bring my hand up to my face, pinching the bridge of my nose with my index finger and thumb. It was stupid of me to be angry at Rachel. I should be happy for her, she is my friend right? I just had to burry my feelings for the Latina; which shouldn't be too hard considering I've never really had a full conversation with her. I couldn't be in that deep already.
My thoughts then switch over to earlier that day with Quinn. It was one thing for Santana not to stand up for her friend, but a completely different thing for her not standing up for her girlfriend. Again she was trying to give her the benefit of the doubt, and was going to act like she just wasn't aware. She wasn't sure if that was more to convince herself Santana was a good person for her, or for Rachel.
I didn't proof read this so if there are mistakes i'm sorry!
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