"You know what Quinn Fabray, I'm done!" I yelled at her, annoyed and filled with anger.

"Done with what," she laughed and looked at the taller blonde, Brittany, beside her "can you believe this girl?"

"Not really" Brittany said with a playful grin on her face.

"I've had it with you, first the constant picking then the mud and now this - you had no right!" I approached her face with my fist and quickly lowered it before punching the for some weird reason distracting grin of her face.

"Hey, I warned you didn't I?" she assured.

"You need to step back, do you get it or not?" I demanded "you can't scare me" I said just one inch away from her face.

She looked at me. The grin was still glued on her face and her eyes were stuck on mine. She tried to scare me. What she didn't know was that staring games were nothing you play with me. I will beat you anytime. Finally she looked away at some random guy who shouted something at us. I didn't hear what he said but she pointed the finger at him.

"Are you going to leave me alone?" I asked casually.

"Let me think," her voice was sharp, she glanced up from under her lashes with small eyes "no. I will not"

I sighed and turned around. I picked up my soaked in soda notes from the floor beneath me. All my notes from biology class were ruined. Funny how the teacher didn't give a shit about it either, she said she would send Quinn to the principals office but yet here she is. I left her and her sidekick there and walked away. I can't really figure it out. Was this because I was new here or was it because of my looks? Because who I was and the family I was born into? I did get hateful racist comments from Quinn but I always took them as jokes, not actual racist comments.. I hoped they weren't, at least. I wasn't the only latin girl in this school, I had seen other girls with dark hair and eyes, also boys. I kept wondering if they went through the same things I did. I had never seen Quinn and Brittany pick on american girls or boys. Or I had, but they weren't even close as messed up as they were with me or Tina, my friend who in fact was Asian - not american. It made me think.

I sat inside the bathroom stall, eating my lunch to avoid fights with the cheerleaders. I had been doing that for the past week now. They were really starting to get to me even though I didn't show it. It was starting to hurt, having to hide like this all the time. It was painful. I chewed on the toast my mom had made me earlier this morning. I didn't feel like eating to be honest, I walked out and threw the half eaten sandwich in the trashcan. I survived on the coke I had snuck into my bag. My dad, who is a doctor, has this annoying theory about drinking coke too often which I couldn't care less about.

"Santana," I heard and I turned my back only to see Tina "what are you doing?" she was standing with another girl, short, not very much shorter than me though, wearing a skirt and she looked awfully proper for my type in friends.

"Nothing" I mumbled.

Tina looked at the coke in my hands and she suddenly got a caring face expression, her friend was just standing there in the background looking at me like I was someone from a different dimension.

"Don't say," she sighed "Santana, did you eat your lunch.. In here?"

"I did" I admitted.

"Why did you do that?" the short one spoke.

"Oh," Tina said and looked back at her "Santana, this is Rachel" she introduced her.

"I'm Santana" I said, not even looking up at her.

"Why did you?" Tina asked me again.

"Why the hell do you think?" I asked, feeling the rage in my chest swell. I tried to control it, I wouldn't want to attack the one person out of God knows how many in this school who actually cared enough to look for me. If that was what she was doing. "Can you guys please just leave me alone?" I muttered.

They both looked at me. Rachel, who I had only seen around in school now and then seemed a bit too interest in what I was going to do next.

"Santana, I feel bad leaving you here alone," Tina said "just come with us. Don't be scared of them"

"Scared?" I snapped "I'm not scared. I'm pissed off!" I threw the coke can, aiming at the trashcan inside the bathroom but it fell on the ground instead and it spread around the floor because it was half full.

"You shouldn-.."

"What?" I said, looking at the proper one, Rachel, who I know would say something about me making a mess. I knew her type too well.

She didn't respond. She looked down at the floor and just stood there and allowed Tina to keep on trying to make me go with them. I finally did, a desicion I didn't regret.

"Sorry about that" I said as we walked out and sat outside the classroom.

"You slapped Quinn, didn't you?" Rachel asked "is that why she's so pissed off at you?"

"Aren't you awfully nosy?" I asked, irritated.

"Sorry, I'm a bit curious. I'm happy you stood up to her" she confessed.

"Yeah, I'm glad someone is" I pointed out.

I was going to take the bus home today. The car was stuck at the mechanics all week. I made my way to the bus stop and I had just missed it. The next one would arrive in about 10 minutes or so. I sat down on on the bench belonging to the bus stop. It surprised me how many students were standing there too, I had thought most of these people had their own cars this whole time. I could feel small raindrops hit my nose and forehead every now and then.

Five minutes left until the bus would come and people started gathering around the spot the bus would stop at in order to get a place to sit. It had been cold all day but I didn't expect this kind of rain. It was horrible. Rain washed down the dirty road with hard drops gushing and muttering. My mom told me something about a storm coming today, I still insisted on not taking my jacket and trusting my instincts. I shouldn't have gone out in a t-shirt. It was a stupid, stupid idea. Four minutes left for the bus to come and I was already soaking wet. My hair, my shirt, even my damn pants. It felt uncomfortable with my hair and clothes clinged to my body like that. It made it colder than necessary. All of the sudden a car stopped by the sidewalk, a red, shiny, really girly car.

"Want a ride?" she said.

"Why would I ride in a car with you?" I questioned, glancing around the people who ignored us and the ones who waved at her. She was kind of popular. I guess.

"You're soaking wet, you kind of look like crap" she said as she waved back at a group of girls standing behind me.

"I can wait a few more minutes for the bus. Thank you" I turned my back. I heard the car was still there.

I overheard two guys complaining about the bus being delayed because of the storm. Which only meant this would take longer, who knows, maybe even ten more minutes. I would definitely catch a cold because of my stupid outfit choice. Annoying how mothers usually are right, even when you deny it. I closed my eyes before turning my back at her again. This was embarrassing. I was desperate. She looked at me, satisfied with herself.

"The bus is delayed" I said.

"Just jump in, beanhead"

I hesitated, my hand reached the door handle but I kept it like that for some seconds that for me, felt like a long time, just to prolong the moment. I tried to find it in my freezing self to change my mind and just wait for the bus. I couldn't though.

"Santana?" she asked in a different tone than usual, I had never heard her say my name.

I looked at her, her face was on the road. Her sharp, yet round face, concentrated on where we were heading. Her hair was let out of her ponytail so she looked different like this. I looked at her face for a really, really long time before I answered her. It now came to my mind that Brittany was outstanding, she was gorgeous. A hint of a little jealousy hit my chest after I discovered that fact. I believe my mind had pushed that thought away because, well, she was a bitch.

"Yes?" I turned away now.

"Is it okay if I ask you something?" she now asked, her voice serious.

"Yes" I said and directly regretted my agreement.

"Does it bother you a lot when me and Quinn act like that towards you," she paused with her eyes still on the road "you know, when we bully you?"

"No," I lied "I don't care"

"So you don't like, cry and stuff? At home?" she curiously wondered.

"I don't" I said, not lying this time. I shuddered slightly at the feeling of the warmth that suddenly struck me as she turned the heat on in the car.

This car ride felt like forever, the traffic was hilarious. It was crazy how many cars were driving at the same direction we were. I was arguing with myself in my mind about if I should ask her about why they were doing it. She seemed like she actually cared but it could also only be an act. Not too long ago, not even a day ago, she was being a bully.

"We seem to be stuck here for a while" she said.

"Why?" I asked and opened the window to look out and inspect the scene long before us, I quickly regretted it and pushed my head back inside the car and rolled the window up again.

"I have no idea, an accident maybe" she sounded confident about it.

"Where's your friend?" I asked, avoiding to say her name.

"She has her own car" she said flatly.

"How come you guys never leave me alone? Is it because I'm latin?" I couldn't keep it inside, I needed to know.

She started driving again and the traffic was slowly moving faster. We drove through the hard rain and the raindrops hitting the metal on the car and the windows that protected us from the rain were letting out strong knocks on the glass it was hitting.

"It has never rained like this here, maybe you brought it with you" she said in a jeering tone.

"Come on, don't ignore my question. Is it?"

"Do you want me to regret helping you," she sighed "which I actually already am starting to do, do you?"

"I don't care, not even a little" I said.

"Aren't you cold?" her voice was guarded, cold. Like she just asked me that to sound nice.

"I'm not that delicate" I answered.

I noticed that Brittany wasn't wearing a jacket herself, just the red and white cheerleading costume. It was hard to ignore the fact that she had to be nicer than Quinn. Although I didn't know any of them, I was almost fully sure that Quinn would never offer me a ride home. Never in a million years. Her eyes wandered up to the rearview mirror. I kept studying her face with curiosity.

"Do you have blue eyes?" I said without even thinking, I spoke my thoughts out loud.

She turned her face at me. Her eyes reached my mine and her eyebrows furrowed before her lips formed a smile.

"Well, aside from the obvious, what do you think?" she jokingly asked.

I didn't answer, it had come to my attention that I just made a fool out of myself. She rolled her eyes before they became serious again and her head faced the road.

"Where do you live? I need to know where to turn soon" she asked, ignoring my question again.

I told her where I lived, perfectly explained directions too and everything. I watched her turn and speed over the limit sometimes, like she couldn't wait to get rid of me. No one really asked her to even pick me up in the first place so she has no one but herself to blame for this. It wasn't my problem anymore. I didn't bring the subject up again until we reached my house and she stopped right outside. I didn't get out directly.

"You're going to answer my question" I decided.

"Okay" she agreed "yes, it is"

"It is?" I was surprised how hard it hit my chest.

"Yes"

"Why..," I frowned, my eyes tightened as she stared at me "I don't understand"

"I don't either, to be honest"

I tried to be optimistic. Even at a time like this, after hearing a confession as cutting as this. This was at least an explanation, now I know why they were doing all of those things. I was so close to snapping. I was so angry.

"Alright" I opened the door unwillingly, I wanted to stay and just ask her why who I was bothered them so much. I wanted to know why they found it needful to bully me because of my race.

"Santana?" she said when I walked out of the car. She was leaning toward me, staring at me from inside the car out the window. It was still raining.

"What?"

"Don't think this means I'll be nicer to you" Brittany smiled.

I was unable to move until I had gotten a grip of what she was saying. She drives me home, being kind of nice, or nicer than usual during the drive home and now she says this? I gulped to prevent the lump in my throat from making my voice crack. I wanted to cry because I was angry, not because I was sad. I was just angry.

"Why did you even bother taking me home?" I asked.

She didn't answer me. She rolled the window up and I could see her lips curve up at the corners. I was nothing but confused and mad right now, both at her and myself. I stumbled to the front door of my house. I turned around after unlocking the door to watch the red mercedes disappear on the road.