Chapter 4: The First Day

Brittany's POV

I woke up because my freaking alarm won't stop ringing. I looked at the time and saw it was only five thirty in the morning. Why did I set it up that early again? Oh yeah, it's the first day of school. I lazily got up from the bed, went straight to the bathroom and did my morning routine. Once done, I got dressed in my favorite red AC/DC sleeveless, black skinny jeans and black converse and went down to the kitchen and saw my mom cooking breakfast.

"Good Morning Britt. You're unusually early today" my mom greeted as I sat down.

"Haha. Very funny mom. You know this is me acting to like everything here, right?" I answered and my mom just shrugged and continued cooking.

It's true. Ever since we got here in Phoenix, the only time I was able to enjoy was the first day we got here. It's been a month now and all we did are those stupid lunch or dinner with my mom's old friend where we are forced to socialize with their kids. They seem to be always making sure that Santana and I get along, which we do but I really miss my old life. It sucks that Quinn had to go back to LA because she also has school. Santana's okay but there are just some things that we don't get along with. So here I am making a good impression to my mom even though she knows what I really feel.

"Honey, I forgot to mention, Alma asked me if Santana can get a ride with going to school. Apparently she had an early call from the hospital and Alberto is still recovering from the accident"

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, Santana's dad got into an accident a week after we arrived. Some drunk driver on the wrong side of the road hit him while he was on his way home. He survived the accident but had some of his bones were fractured so he's staying at home. Kind of like what happened to me just a little less worse.

After breakfast, I sent Santana a message asking if she was ready to go and she responded right away saying she'll meet me in my car. So I went back to my room, got my sling bag, my leather jacket and my keys, said goodbye to my mom and went out of the door. My brother and sister go to another school which is just great for me. I placed my bag in the backseat, lit a cigarette and leaned on my car. Five more minutes passed and Santana was coming out of their house with the sexiest cheerleading outfit I've ever seen. I gulped hard and almost choked on the some I accidentally didn't puff out right away. She stopped in front of me and I threw the cigarette away and opened the door for her (Wow! I didn't expect myself doing that). I got on my side, started the engine and drove to school. It was a twenty minutes dive to Palmer High and during the ride; I was checking Santana out thru my peripheral vision while Santana was busy doing something on her phone I had a lot of practice with using my peripheral vision to check girls out while driving and since I have already memorized the road, we got to school safely. I parked the car, got out; put my jacket on and Santana did the same. Some students were staring at us, maybe because of the car we just got out from, but I really didn't mind. I have this plan not to care about other people so they'll leave me alone. It's my last year and after this I'm moving far away from my parents; that was my deal with my parents before we moved to Phoenix, that is why my dad didn't allow me to stay behind. I have to stay with them since it's already my senior year, keep my grades up and graduate without a single bad records and they'll let me off to wherever college I want to go. So since, I want to go away so badly, one year will not hurt.

Santana lead me to the principal's office as she wait for me outside. The principal is a tall blonde woman like me but has a really mean look. She motioned me to sit and I did.

"You must be Brittany Susan Pierce, from Los Angeles, California, right?" she asked me and I just nodded. "My name is Principal Sue Sylvester; I also handle the best cheerleading team in Phoenix. So tell me Ms. Pierce, what in the name of art can you contribute to our school"

I raised my eyebrow ad wondered why on earth is she asking me that question.

"I'm into music" I answered her.

Her expression changed and I got curious. What is up with this woman?

"I see. Oh well, you can go now. Welcome to Palmer High, Ms. Pierce"

Without another word, I stood up and went out of the room where I saw Santana talking to who I assume are her friends. They were looking at me from head to toe and I almost wanted to say something but Santana stopped me by introducing me to them.

"Guys, this Brittany S. Pierce. Brittany, these are my friends: Mercedes, Kurt, Blaine and Puck" Santana said as she pointed her friends as she said their names.

I nodded then said, "Hello" and they said the same. After our introductions, Santana showed me to my locker then we proceeded to our first class which is Spanish. I don't really understand why Santana is taking this class when she already speaks the language. We all sat at the back as we wait for the teacher. Santana and her friends were talking about their summer while I busied myself with the song I'm currently writing. A few minutes later, a curly haired guy entered the room and we all looked at him.

"Buenos días estudiantes!" (Good morning students!) He greeted and some of the students answered back.

"Mi nombre es Sr. Will Schuester y yo seré su profesor de español este año." (My name is Mr. Will Schuester and I will be their Spanish teacher this year.)He continued and I observed that only a few people really understood him, me being one of them because I had a girlfriend who was Spanish and I thought I'd impress her so I studied the language but not a lot of people knew that.

I was still writing in my pad when he spoke again, "Creo que tenemos un nuevo estudiante aquí acompañarnos. ¿Puedes por favor presentarse y preséntese a la clase." (I think we have a new student here with us. Can you please introduce yourself to the class)

There was silence inside the classroom as the students wait for the new kid, me. It wasn't until Santana nudging my arm and pointing towards the front of the class. I closed my pad, stood up and walked towards the front and faced the other students.

"Hola! Mi nombre es Brittany S. Pierce, soy de Los Ángeles, California. Me encanta tocar la guitarra, conducir coches rápidos y la salida a chicas guapas." (Hi! My name is Brittany S. Pierce; I'm from Los Angeles, California. I love playing the guitar, driving fast cars and checking out beautiful girls.) I said then winked to Santana's direction and I think I saw her blush. Everyone was quiet after I spoke so I guess some didn't understand what I said so said everything I just said in English and that's when all of them reacted. After I introduced myself, I went back to my seat and the teacher started the lesson. I felt my phone buzzed in my pocket so I got it out and saw a message from Santana.

Yo no sabía que usted habla español. Puedo decir que te ves caliente cuando usted hablaba antes. (I didn't know you speak Spanish. I can say you look hot when you were speaking earlier.)

-San

I smiled after reading her message so I replied right away.

Estoy lleno de sorpresas. (I'm just full of surprises.)

-Britt

I saw her looking at her phone then she looked at me then smiled. I just smirked and looked away. The class went on for another thirty minutes and as soon as we were dismissed, we stood up and headed for the next class which is I know I'll be struggling. Since Santana and I have the same schedule, we sat beside each other. The teacher was already there and I was asked to do the same thing in Spanish. I introduced myself and some of the guys cheered when I told them the last part of my introduction.

We had free period before lunch and even though Santana is really not obligated to stay with me since it's my first day, she did. She introduced me to her other friends and I got to know them a little bit. Fifteen minutes before free period was up, Santana told me she had to see the principal so she left me with her friends. We were hanging out by the bleachers and talked about me mostly.

"So Brittany, how's your stay in Phoenix so far?" The guy with the Mohawk named Puck asked me and the others were all looking at me.

I shrugged my shoulders then answered, "To be honest, there's really not much going on around here compared to LA. I mean, I used to have gigs every other night or drag race"

"Well, you have one heck of a car Brittany. I envy you because I'm stuck using my mom's car because she refuses to buy me one" It was Mercedes who spoke this time.

"You said you play the guitar right?" Blaine asked and I nodded. "We're actually all in glee club and if you want, you could totally join us"

Me in Glee Club? You have got to be kidding me. I don't sing show tunes. That's just like a big no-no in my genre.

"Ugh. I'm not sure about that. Maybe I could think about it" I said trying to be polite but I really have no intentions of joining any boring club. If they have like a band in here maybe I'll sign up.

"Guys, we need to go to the auditorium now. First day assembly, remember?" Kurt said and with that, we all went on our way to the auditorium. It turned out that there is a seating arrangement for students who are members of the different organizations in the school so since I'm new here, I need to sit with the non-members. My new friends bid goodbye as they sat where the glee club was so I found a seat near the exit and waited for the auditorium to fill up. After five more minutes, it was packed with all the students and staff. Principal Sylvester stood in the middle of the stage and began her speech.

"Good day everyone and welcome to another year in Palmer High. I am glad to inform all of you that we have received a total of a hundred and fifty new students this year which only proves that we are still the best high school in Phoenix. We are not just the best when it comes to academics; we are also the best in the name of art and without further ado, please welcome the three year champions, Palmer High Cheerios!"

With that cue, the cheerleaders including Santana appeared on stage and went to their positions. Once set, the music started playing and they danced their routine. And my eyes were set for one particular girl in the group. Santana Marie Lopez. I already saw her dancing skills but with that cheerleading costume on, she sure looks hot and as embarrassingly as it may seem, but I am turned on. Every step, every toss and every turn she makes just makes me turned on even more. Good thing I'm not a guy because I would have had a boner right then and there. They finished their routine and I was still looking at her. I think she may have noticed me from the crowd because she winked at me. Holy shit! What the hell is happening to me? When they left the stage, I also left the auditorium and headed for my car. I needed a smoke so I ran out to the parking lot and got inside my car. It was a good thing that it was tinted so no one could actually see me inside smoking. I was halfway thru my cigarette when I heard a knock on my window and shocked to see who the person is. I rolled the window down and the smoke got released so she backed off a little, when it clear she spoke to me.

"What are you doing? You could've been caught by one of the teachers or even the guards roaming around" she said leaned on the door.

I open my mouth to say something but nothing came out. I tried again and finally found my voice. "I just needed to smoke"

She raised an eyebrow then said, "You're not supposed to do that while still inside the campus Britt. Anyway, after the performance I came looking for you but you were no longer in your seat so I kind of figured you will be in your car."

"You were looking for me? Why?" I asked while smirking.

"We still have classes after wards, silly. Remember we have the same schedule that's why I was looking for you"

"Oh okay. Sorry about that." With that, I killed the stick and went out the car to follow Santana.

The next classes were just the same as the first two where I was asked to introduce myself again, and again, and again. I swear I'll be popular by the end of the year since a lot of people are starting to know about me and what I do. I mean, with my car itself I've gained some fans though I don't know why; it's just a car. When the end of the day came, I was so excited to go home. I waited for Santana by the door as she was still talking to the teacher; I felt my phone vibrate so I took it from my pocket and saw Quinn calling me so I answered it.

Me: Hey Quinn, what's up?
Quinn: Nothing much. How's your first day?
Me: It's fine I guess. I met Santana's friends today and they're cool.
Quinn: Oooh. You've met the family now you've met her friends. I see some progress in your relationship. Ha-ha!
Me: Shut up! She doesn't like me, remember?
Quinn: Yeah right. That girl does like you Britt. She can't keep her hands off you when we went to that bar, remember? And you should've seen her face when I kissed you at breakfast.
Me: She has alcohol in her system Quinn. Any girl would have done that, you did the same, remember?
Quinn: Yeah but I was your girlfriend back then so I have the right to do so. Anyway, I'm just checking up on you. We really miss you Britt.
Me: I miss you too Quinn.
Quinn: Alright, just update me with what's going on between you and that hot Latina, okay? Love you Britt.
Me: Will sure do. Love you too Quinn.

We hung up after that and little did I know Santana was already behind me clearly listening to our conversation. She looked irritated and I guess Quinn was right about her.

"Oh hey, I didn't see you there. Everything cool?" I asked.

She scoffed then walked past me. Okay, what is wrong with her? I mean, she's acting like a jealous girlfriend who caught me talking to another girl? This really proves that what Quinn was saying is right. She shows off signs when my attention is not to her. Geez! Why do most girls act like this? We head to our lockers which are just beside each other (totally planned) and she dropped off some of her books then she closed it and faced me.

"I have cheerleading practice today so you can head home" Santana said then she picked up her bag and walked away.

Seriously, what just happened? I mean, I was just talking to Quinn on the phone then she eavesdrops on our conversation then she acts like this? I didn't push it so I let her walk away while I head back to my car. I placed my bag in the back seat and took off my jacket. There were some girls checking me out. I mean, not to boast or anything I'm really fit plus the tattoos on my arm gives them something to look at so I just smiled at them and they shuddered in delight. I heard the principal's voice coming from the football field and I know that's where the cheerleading practice is taking place so I checked it out. And there she was, doing their warm ups with her team mates. I hid behind the bleachers and watched their practice. I made sure she wouldn't see me because she might think I'm a creep or something. Half an hour passed and they were doing the new routine when I felt someone watching me so I turned around. It was a short brunette haired girl with an annoying reindeer sweater.

"Hi, I'm Rachel Berry, you are Brittany S,. Pierce, right?" she said while smiling a little too much, it was annoying.

"Yeah why?" I answered.

"Well, I was also in your Spanish and Math class and you mentioned that you play the guitar. I was meaning to ask if you also sing"

Glee club again? Are they desperately in need of people?

"I'm assuming you're also a glee club member. But Blaine already asked me that and said I'll think about it" I told her and started to walk back to my car. As I open the door I saw her again.

"She's also in Glee Club" she said and smiled widely again. Who is she talking about? I raised an eyebrow and I think she understood that I don't know who she was talking about. "I mean, Santana's also in Glee Club. You like her, right?"

Okay, she's really creeping me out. "What makes you think I like her?"

"You may think nobody sees you when you look at her but I do. I mean, you winked at her in Spanish and in Math you kept looking at her thru the reflection of your phone and now you were hiding behind the bleachers as they practice in the field"

I was speechless. I do feel something for Santana but as much as possible I don't make a big deal about it unless I'm sure that she feels the same. This Rachel Berry surprised me that she observed those things I did. So I thought of joining their silly club with the thought that it's another reason for me to be with her.

"Look, I'll think about it, okay?" With that, I went inside my car and drove away. I took one last look at Rachel Berry thru my rear view mirror and she was waving at me. Creepy! That's what she is. I decided to go to the bar we went to before and ordered a beer. I need to distract myself with something. I lost count on the beers I've drank and the bartender wasn't stopping me, I've paid more than what I bought so it's good for him. I hopped off the stool and checked my phone. It was already eleven in the evening and there were a lot of messages and missed calls from my mom and dad which I didn't notice. There was one particular message that stood out from the rest and it was from Santana.

Where are you? – San

It was sent just an hour ago. I smiled at the message and decided to call her not thinking if she would still be awake. Her phone rang but no one answered so when I was about to end the call a heard her voice.

Santana: Britt?
Me: Heeeeeeeeeeey. I jush got yer message. Can you guess where I am?
Santana: Are you drunk?
Me: Noooooooooo. Maybe a lil. *hiccup* Why are you still up?
Santana: Uhm. I just couldn't sleep. Anyway, can you still go home?
Me: I dunno. I'll be fine, don't worry.
Santana: Do you want me to call your mom?
Me: Noooooooooo. I can go home by meself. I'll see in school, okay?
Santana: Ugh. Sure. Take care.

And she hung up the phone so I went back to my car and fumbled with the keys. After several tries I was able to start the engine. My vision was a little blurred but I knew I'll be fine. Ten minutes on the road with me driving really slowly when I felt my phone vibrate so I took it out of my pocket and tried to read the message.

Let me know when you get home. – San

I hit the reply button and typed in, I sure will. With the thought of Santana waiting up for me, I sped up my driving regardless that I was drunk. I was almost home and then everything went blank.