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I watch as Santana downs the rest of her drink and nods her head "Yeah sure. We can talk I guess."
Santana looks hesitant but then it looks like she shakes herself out of it and grabs my hand. She leads me through the crowd, and I can hardly concentrate because she is holding my hand. Tingles are shooting down my arm from the simple touch. She pulls me outside where there are people hanging out around a little fire pit. She looks around then drags me to the side of the house where no one is at.
"Okay," she puts her hand on her hip, "what did you want to talk about?"
I reach towards her and lightly touch her skin right above where her wrist band is. She huffs and rolls her eyes.
"Well?" She complains.
I take a breath to collect my thoughts and calm down. "This is a soulmate mark." I start as she rolls her eyes again "We are soulmates, why are you so defensive about it? Why do you hide it?" I look down and scuff my shoe in the dirt. "IsSamyourboyfreind?" I say in one word still looking down.
"Fuck." Is the first thing she says, and I look up to see that she now has her hands in her hair and is facing away from me and towards the house. "I was never supposed to see you again. My mom would be so pissed if she found out. What do I do? What do I do?" She says in a whisper as if she is talking to herself. She takes a few minutes to gather herself then she finally drops her hands and turns to face me. "I know what this stupid mark is supposed to be Brittany." she says raising her arm showing me the band. "I hide it because I don't believe in it, and I don't like all the questions I get when people see it. It is a stupid mark that happened to appear when we were 5. We," she points to me then her, "don't even know each other. I was just trying to help you out that day at the park then this stupid thing appeared and runed my life. I cover it so no one sees it because you don't own me. That is what it feels like some ownership shit. Fuck it," she throws her arms up in the air, "I don't even like girls," she looks down and whispers, "I can't." Then she looks me in the eyes again, "The universe really messed up bigtime here."
My eyes have started to water at this point. I take a deep breath and look up trying to contain my tears. I say the only thing I can think of. "I think you're just a coward."
This seems to piss her off because she puffs up her chest and tries to get in my face. She is inches shorter than me, so it doesn't really work. "And I think you are delusional if you think we are meant to be together. That guy Sam in there is my boyfriend and", she looks off to the side, "I love him."
Just like that an arrow goes right through my heart and rips it in two. I have been holding on since I was 5 that I would end up finding this girl and we would instantly fall in love, get married, and have a family and be happy soulmates together, but no. Just like that she broke my heart and stomped on it. I am broken right now, and I don't know how to fix me.
Maybe she is right. I was delusional to believe this girl and I could be soulmates if she is being this big of a bitch. I deserve better than this. I look at her one more time then turn to walk back to the party throwing over my shoulder. "Maybe you're right, the universe messed up because I deserve someone who is proud to be with me, not a scared little girl who is in denial." With that I storm back into the party and right to the drinks.
When I get to the kitchen, I find some hard alcohol and take three shots of straight vodka then make myself a strong mixed drink. Sugar finds me at this point.
"Hey sweetie, how is it going?"
"As you can see Sug I am doing excellent." I down another shot.
"Yeah, it looks like it. How did it go with Santana, I saw you leave the house with her."
I sigh "Oh you know she pretty much said that the mark was a joke, and she doesn't believe we are soulmates, so I am just gonna go on with my life and move on."
"Shit Britt." She rubs my lower back. "You want to get out of here, I think I have to leave the party early anyways. My dad messaged me and told me to be home early, or I wouldn't get my weekly allowance." She rolled her eyes. "You know I can't live without that."
"That's okay Sugar I am gunna stay and get fucked up."
She looks at me worriedly. "Okay, just be careful."
"Yeah, I will." I shrug then lean back and bump into a guy with a mohawk. He is very cute and has strong shoulders and a nice smile.
"Do you need another drink?" He asks pointing to my empty cup.
"Fuck it sure!" I smile at him.
When he returns all smiles, I take my drink from him, and it is so strong it burns the whole way down.
"I want to dance." I tell time and grab his arm leading him to the dancefloor. "See ya later Sugar." I call over my shoulder.
I weave us through the crowd and turn around to dance with him. I peek behind him and see that Santana is sitting with Sam on the couch watching me closely. I turn around so I can grind my ass against the mohawk guy. We dance for a couple songs till my cup is empty.
"I'm going to get another drink." I slur to the guy.
At this point I am starting to wonder where my friends are. I think I saw Mike dancing with a blond-haired girl at some point, but I lost him about two songs ago. Sugar, I believe was still here talking to the Chad guy or was it a new guy I don't know she waved to me at some point but looked busy. I am just pouring my next drink when I feel a hand touch my arm and the tingles spread to my wrist.
"I think you really need to slow down." A raspy voice says. I already know who it is, so I don't turn around. It is funny how recognizable her voice is after only a few times talking to her. "You should also be careful of Puck; he only wants one thing."
I finally turned around to see concern mocha eyes. "What do you care, Santana, you made it very clear we don't 'own' each other." I put up my fingers to quote. "At least someone wants my attention." I eye her up and down.
I watch as Santana's eyebrows furrow and she looks down and shakes her head sadly. Then takes a deep breath and walks away.
I don't understand it. It is her fault I am feeling like this and acting like this. She broke me when she denied the soulmate mark. That is, it I feel broken, and I just want to drown in my sorrows. I finish my drink quickly and make another.
I am really feeling the alcohol now when I walk back to the living room where people are dancing. It is too hot, so I whip off my shirt. I am now just in my bra, and I hear whistles thrown my way as I hop up on the table that people were playing flippy cup earlier.
I reach down mid dance when I see a marker on the table and look around for Santana. When I see her eyes, I uncap the lid and make a big X on my wrist right where the mark is. No one else will understand, but she will. I see her flinch and look away.
I continue to dance on the table by myself with a bra on and my short shorts. I notice that there are a few guys that have formed a crowd around me and are watching me dance. Suddenly there's another girl up with me on the table. She is a little shorter than me with brown hair and green eyes. She is very pretty, and her eyes are captivating.
"Hey, I'm Cameran." She says stepping closer and putting her hands on my hips.
The boys holler loudly as she pulls me closer, and we dance to a few songs together. I don't think anything of it when she moves her hands up to my neck. I watch as her face gets closer and closer than I feel her soft lips on mine. I hear boys' whistle. My stomach drops though something doesn't feel right. I don't deepen the kiss. I pull back quickly and hop off the table, grabbing at my head because my world is spinning. That was my first kiss and I always thought it would be with Santana. I kind of feel queasy when I bump into a strong chest.
"Whoo there that was quite the show." I look up to see it is the Mohawk boy with a huge smile on his face. "Come on, let's go somewhere quiet, it looks like you need a break. I try to say something, but my mouth feels like cotton and my stomach is turning. I want to say I need water, but nothing comes out. We reach a door that looks like a bedroom door, and he opens it up. "Come on in we can talk and get to know each other better." He says with a suggestive smile.
As he leads me in the room I trip over my shoes and sprawl out on the floor. I feel too weak to even get up and the room feels like it is spinning. I can see that he is shutting the door, but at the last second a heel stops it from closing.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" I peek from my spot on the ground to see Santana in the doorway. Her hand is on her hip, and she has a scowl on her face.
"This doesn't concern you, Santana." The mohawk guy says.
"The fuck it doesn't. To me it looks like you have my girl Britt who can barely stand being pushed into this room." She motions to me. "Now go find some other girl to torment before I am forced to shove my heel so far up yo ass you can't stand up straight."
She motions him to leave which he does with a bitch thrown at her under his breath.
Santana quickly comes over to my side. And brushes my hair gently off my face. "Are you okay Brittany?"
I am kind of shocked to see Santana here taking care of me but at the same time I feel my stomach starting to churn and I push her away barely scrambling to my feet and running out the room and to the bathroom. I make it to the toilet just in time before I am emptying my stomach. I feel soft fingers combing back my hair and holding it up. Then another hand is softly rubbing my back in a comforting manner.
"You will be okay Brittany." She says close to my ear. I feel myself relaxing with her touch.
When I finally feel better, I make my way to my feet with Santana's hand on my lower back. I stumble a little bit, but she catches me, and we lock eyes. Her eyes are a dark brown right now as she looks at me with concern.
"We should probably get you out of here Brittany. Do you know where your friends are?" I shake my head because I lost them a while ago. "Okay, hand me your phone." I hand her my phone after I unlock it. "What was the girl and boy's names you are always with?"
I don't even remember Santana ever seeing me with Sugar or Mike and especially not them together. "Uhh, Mike and Sugar." I get out.
She looks through my phone for their names then sees a text from each of them.
"Fuck, they said they already went home and for you to text them when you get home. Well, I have a few words for your so-called friends." She grumbles as she types furiously. "Okay, that is fine, come on." She grabs my hand and leads me back through the party till we make it to the front porch. "Shit, I need to tell Sam I'm leaving." She whispers and looks over her shoulder then looks back at me. She flicks her hand, "I'll just text him and let him know I left."
She gets out her own phone and types quickly then she is leading me by the hand to the house next door. She reaches in her pocket and gets out a key and unlocks it. She leads me up the stairs and into a dark room.
"Is this where you kill me because you don't want a soulmate?" I ask nervously looking around the room at the dark walls and black bed sheets. There is hardly visible light in this room.
I hear her tsk her tongue "This is my bedroom Brittany I live right next door to where we were."
"Oh, it is just so dark in here." I look around again.
"I have some pajamas you can wear and a new toothbrush you can use." She throws out over her shoulder as she starts to dig in her bedroom drawers.
"I am staying the night?"
"Well, I figured this is the easiest since you don't have a ride and my mom isn't home. Just message your parents and let them know you are staying the night with your friend Sugar."
I nod my head and type out a quick message for my mom letting her know I was staying at Sugar's.
"Follow me, I will let you change and brush your teeth in the bathroom." I follow Santana to the hallway and down two doors to the bathroom. She gives me a toothbrush and we brush our teeth together. I keep sneaking peeks at her because I am still surprised that this is the same girl who pretty much yelled at me earlier. She has been so nice and caring. She is also breathtakingly beautiful so I can't really stop from looking at her.
"Here." She grabs hold of my right arm and I didn't even notice that she had a washcloth. She lifts my arm and inspects my mark that has the big X overtop it and gently starts to wash the X off.
Once it is all clean, she puts it up to her lips and gives it a soft kiss that causes my heart to stop. Her pillowy lips are only on my mark for a second, but it feels like every part of me is tingling. She just keeps confusing me more and more. I don't understand her. One minute she tells me she doesn't believe in our mark or that we are even soulmates and the next she is taking care of me and kissing my mark. I am still feeling drunk, but I don't think I am making any of this up in my head.
She sets down my clothes on the sink before telling me. "You can change here then come back to my room once you are done." With that she leaves the bathroom. I put on the big t-shirt she gave me and short sleep shorts and make my way back to her room. When I get there, I open the door and peek inside. She is already in bed.
"Hey, ugh do you want me to sleep on the couch downstairs?" I ask.
"No!" She yells out startling me. "Sorry it's just I can't have my mom see you. You can sleep in bed with me if you are okay with it. It is a big bed." She says and scoots over so that I can take the side on the right. I climb into bed and face her.
"Thank you for looking after me tonight." I tell her looking into her deep eyes.
"What are soulmates for?" She reaches up with her left hand to move my bangs out of my eyes. It is the first time since we were little that I see her wrist bear without any covering on it and I can see her mark clearly. It makes me smile and reach out to touch it. I run my thumb over her mark.
"Why were you claiming the universe messed up then."
She shrugs her shoulders. "To push you away it would make everything a lot easier for us." She looks behind me spacing out.
"What do you mean?" I have a question.
She shakes herself out of it.
"I will explain everything someday, but tonight you need to go to bed, but before that I have water and aspirin on the nightstand on your side of the bed."
I turn to see a bottle of water and aspirin waiting for me. I sit up and drink some water. I will leave the aspirin till the morning.
"Thank you, Santana." I lay back down facing her.
"Even though I might not act like it I have to let you know I do care for you Brittany." She rolls her eyes at herself. "How could I not we are soulmates after all."
I smile at her. Her words give me butterflies.
She then looks at me seriously and it looks like she is thinking about something.
"Just to clear it up though we can only be friends." She reaches down and squeezes my hand. "I am with Sam, and I can't be with you, but I do want you in my life so I hope we can be friends." She looks hopeful as she holds my hand.
This is hard to hear. I hate how it feels like I have a pit in my stomach at the mention of Sam being her boyfriend. She also looks so scared right now that I will tell her no, we can't be friends. If this is all she can give me for now it is better than not knowing her or talking to her like we have been for years.
"Okay." I say and nod my head.
She breaks into a huge smile and leans over and hugs me. "Good, I'm glad we can be friends."
She pulls back and lays her head down on the pillow "Goodnight Brittany."
I close my eyes. "Goodnight Santana."
I am about to sleep when I feel those pillowy lips give a brief kiss to my forehead.
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I am woken up by a violent shake.
"Britt, you have to go now!" Santana says in an urgent voice.
Tiredly I lift my head and peek. It is so bright it hurts my head and Santana keeps pushing me.
"Here, take this and go out the window."
She throws a sweatshirt at me, and I see she is handing me my phone. I stand up on shaky legs and put on the sweatshirt. I then take my phone from her.
"Hurry, please you have to go." She looks so nervous I quickly do what she says.
I am ushered out the window and onto her roof.
She peeks her head out. "There is a tree that reaches the back of the roof. Take that to get down."
I give her a nervous smile and do what she says. I go to the back of the house and shimmy down the tree. The window is still open, and I can hear a conversation going on in there, but I can't make out any words. I quickly sneak onto the sidewalk where I finally walk normal, as normal as a hungover person in pajama shorts can. I look down at my feet shit I don't even have shoes on. I left my shoes and pants at Santana's. I have no idea where my shirt is. I dig out my phone from the hoodie packet, maybe Mike can come get me. When I open my phone, I see a message.
From: Santana: Hey, I put my number in your phone when you see your friends tell them they better keep a better eye on you.
To Santana: Sorry, my friends don't watch my every move like you do ;)
From Santana: Yeah, yeah do you have a ride I can't leave right now my mom is home or I would drive you home.
To Santana: It is fine I will get Mike to come and get me since I can't walk home barefooted.
From Santana: Oh shit, I am so sorry I'll get you your stuff back when I can.
To Santana: It is fine. I love getting shoved out of houses at 6 o'clock in the morning.
From Santana: haha real funny ass. I'll talk to you soon. Have a good day, Brittany. Let me know when you get home.
I feel like my cheeks are hurting. I am smiling so big. I send Mike a quick message and he lets me know he is on his way. In my mind all I can think is I can't wait to hang out with Santana again.
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