3 October 2012
Chapter 1: We're Not Friends
Santana Lopez had it all. She was head cheerleader, dating the quarter back of the football team, practically OWNED the whole damn school and to top it all off she was sexy as hell and smart as a whip.
Everyone feared yet envied her in a way no one could describe.
She had the whole world wrapped around her little pinky.
...Well, almost the whole world.
"What the fuck are you doing in my seat Pierce?" she sneered at the blonde currently occupying her chair. She was leaning back with her combat boots propped up on the table in front of her.
Brittany S. Pierce.
She hated her. She was to carefree, to stubborn, to dumb and to fucking annoying to waste any of her time and energy. Of course those weren't the only reasons why she disliked her so much. The primary reason was that she was so god damn defiant. Everyone, EVERYONE else bent to her will except Brittany and it pissed Santana off to no end.
The blonde sighed lazily and chewed her gum for a moment more- that's another thing Santana didn't like about her. The girl chewed gum nonstop, all fucking day! She probably brushed her teeth with the shit still in her mouth!
Before Santana got the chance to yank the sticky substance out of the girls mouth herself she sat up and removed her sunglasses.
WHO THE FUCK WEARS SUNGLASSES INSIDE?
"What?" Brittany asked.
"Your ass. Out of my chair. NOW."
Brittany looked the raging girl up and down before smiling devilishly.
"Oh this is your seat? I'm sorry, I had no idea," she said, flashing her perfect white teeth but not making any attempt to move. Of course she knew it was her seat.
"Move," Santana said assertively, not wanting to show how angry she actually was. Brittany rolled her eyes playfully before standing up. To add to Santana's hate list: how much taller Brittany was then her. She had a good 3 inches on her meaning that the blonde looked down on Santana. No one looks down on Santana.
Suddenly Brittany brought her hand up to stroke the back of Santana's cheek gently.
"As you wish your majesty," she breathed out in a low voice, the gag inducing smell of cigars and spearmint washing over Santana. Her eyes grew colder as she slapped Brittany's hands away.
"Don't you fucking touch me SLUT," Santana growled before shoving past Brittany and plopping into her seat.
The blonde shook her head and made her way to the back of the room to her regular spot in European Geography, next to one Quinn Fabray.
"Hey Luce," she greeted.
"Susan," Quinn nodded back, not looking up from her AP Government homework.
"Ew."
"Your fault."
The two girls met each other's gazes before laughing. Despite Brittany being one of the resident badasses she got on well with cool nerd Lucy 'Quinn' Fabray. Probably because she hasn't slept with her. Yet.
While Quinn was yes, currently second in their class she was less loser nerd with a pocket protector and more hot librarian without the glasses and better dressed. Their friendship began last year when Quinn started tutoring Brittany. Every lesson the taller girl would make a pass at her. It was the first time someone had blatantly ignored her. Usually people either fell at her feet or gave her cheek a firm open handed slap to the face. Can you guess which gender did which more often? Quinn just kept right on going with the lesson, saying something really intelligent to confuse the other girl. Brittany finally stopped trying and they began to have genuinely friendly conversations. Quinn was only one of two people that Brittany considered REAL friends.
"Britt why do you keep doing that?" Quinn asked finally putting away her homework.
"Doing what?"
"Pissing Santana off."
"Because it's fucking hilarious!" she laughed," Seriously did you see her face? I thought she was going to explode with anger!" Quinn shook her head at her friend's antics. Suddenly Quinn's phone vibrated and she laughed as she read it.
"What's got you all giggly?" Britt asked.
"Santana wants to know, and I quote, 'why I would ever want to be friends with someone who was so fucking insufferable.'"
"Ugh I could ask you the same question," Brittany retorted glancing at Santana who was giving her the death glare. Brittany just smiled and waved, that got her to turn around.
That's the thing about Quinn. Not only had she made it past Brittany's slutty advances bur she also managed to break through Santana's bitchy exterior. Quinn was one of Santana's only close friends.
It was probably the only thing her and Brittany had in common and it was yet another reason why she didn't get a slushy facial when she walked down the halls.
This is why she was at a crossroads. As much as she thought what Brittany did was pretty funny she also felt bad for Santana.
"But really. She's just too fun to mess with, I can't help myself!"
"Whatever Britt. Hey are you going to that back to school party tonight at Karofsky's?"
"Why the hell would there be a back to school party now? School's been going on for 2 months."
"Because it's Karofsky." Brittany sighed dramatically.
"And people say I'M an idiot..."
"Yeah I know. So are you going?"
"Uh since when are parties your scene?" Quinn looked away, pretending to focus on the teacher.
"Since Santana begged me to come..."
"Okay, what makes you think that I would go to a party with you when you're just going to ditch me for the Ice Queen? Just because I like to push her buttons doesn't mean I like to be around her."
"Because! She's probably going to ditch me to go make out with Puck," the shorthaired blonde pouted, but Brittany wasn't falling for it.
"Aaand...there will be a lot of drunk hot people there. You haven't gotten any in what? 2 hours?"
"Shut up Quinn!" Brittany whined. Quinn waited patiently ready for the blonde to cave. Brittany sighed.
"Fine. But only because she was bad."
"So babe, Karofsky's tonight?" Puck said to his girlfriend who was sitting arms crossed, eyes narrowed looking like she had been on her period for a whole month.
Sometimes boys are just so oblivious.
"It's been a while since we last...you know," he said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Did I say sometimes? I meant all the time.
Santana gave him a sidelong glare that could make flowers wilt and ominous rain-filled clouds appear from nowhere.
"I'm not in the mood," she grumbled.
"You're never in the mood anymore..." Puck sighed, looking sad and mad at the same time.
"Sorry." Puck turned in his chair fast.
"Do you want to break up or something?" he asked rather loudly, the whole class turned to look at them...if they weren't already. What? They were hot.
"Noah, could you please leave your teenage affairs for outside the classroom?" Mrs. Doosenbury said. Puck scoffed but stayed silent.
"What the hell was that?" Santana whispered.
"Look it's not that I don't think you're hot anymore. Cuz I so do. And don't get me wrong I love the chase but a guy has needs!"
"Look it's just been a tough week. I have papers due in AP Biology and Health Careers, Sue's been down my throat plus blonde bitchie badass over there pissed me off earlier."
"Aww a cat fight? Why didn't you tell me?" Puck whined as Santana rolled her eyes.
"Puckerman!"
"Sorry Mrs. Doosenbury!" he hissed. He waited a second before resuming their conversation.
"I understand you're busy but I just want to feel like I'm part of this relationship."
"Relationship? Please, you're just in it for the sex." Puck looked at her stunned but she continued to look straight ahead. He was about to say something un-reversible before she opened her mouth again.
"Look I'm sorry. I'm just...I'll go with you tonight. And we'll see what happens, okay?" she said, a ghost of a smile forming on her lips.
It was enough for Puck to fall for it though.
"Okay."
Brittany got off of her sleek black 2011 iron 883 Harley-Davidson. It was her baby. Her baby. She had a picture of it in her wallet.
She took off her matching helmet as she dismounted the bike. She was an hour late because a party isn't a party unless everyone is already drunk. Besides, what kind of badass would she be if she showed up to parties on time? a bad one.
Sorta like Puck.
As expected the music could be heard outside and people were already stumbling out of the house drunk, the door was wide open for her to see all the sweaty gyrating bodies inside. Locking her baby she pulled out her phone and sent Quinn a text.
To Q: You better have a drink waiting for me!
She smiled when a reply cane before she even stepped into the house.
From Q: Kitchen;)
As soon as she stepped through the door someone was all up in her business.
"What the hell Brittany! I go down on you in the bathroom DURING SCHOOL and you just up and leave?" the brunette screamed at her. Is it bad that she didn't remember her name and they just had sex barely 7 hours ago?
...
NAAAH.
"I had Spanish with Davi- I mean Mr. Martinez," the blonde shrugged," Now excuse me but I need to go find my friend," she started to push past her but the girl grabbed her wrist.
"My friends were right, you're just a selfish whore," with that came the sharp sting of another slap on her face. Brittany mentally congratulated herself, it was Thursday and she had only gotten 3 slaps that whole week! Personal record right there.
Eventually she made her way to the kitchen where Quinn was indeed waiting for her. Plucking the Red Solo Cup from her hand she took a generous swig.
"You either forgot to put blush on half your face or you just got slapped. Funny, they both are totally realistic," Quinn quipped.
"Huh, the latter. Girl from in between first and second period. Good thing she's as skilled at slapping as she is at eating pussy. Which is bad." Quinn scrunched her nose up in disgust at the vulgar word as she chugged the jack and coke in her hand. Honestly the girl was just full of contradictions.
"So what's your plan for tonight? You gonna find her royal highness?"
"Actually I already found her, she's upstairs w
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