𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 | s. lopez + b. pierce

Audition

It turned out being 15 wasn't any fucking easier.

Jayden didn't know why she thought that life would magically turn around when she finally had her birthday on July 12, in fact, it seemed to be that she was getting older but never wiser. She kept making the same mistakes over and over again, and she was in way over her head.

For starters, not only did she make the mistake of letting Brittany and Santana take her virginity, but she made an even dumber mistake of joining in on their friends-with-benefits thing. It made everything so much more confusing, but it was too late to back out.

She finally understood why Santana and Brittany were so close, and they had drawn her in the exact same way. It was like she was a dog, and she was being pulled along by a leash that only they could take off.

And the crazy part was, she liked it.

"How has life changed since the birth of your bastard child?" Jacob Ben Israel asked as he walked up to where the Unholy Trinity was standing at Quinn's locker with Jayden.

"Well, I'm happy to be back, and I'm ready to start fresh," said Quinn. "And I'm a lot less hormonal, so there's not really any crying."

"How was your summer?" Jacob smirked as he held the microphone out to the tiny cheerleader.

Before Jayden could answer, Santana kicked the Jewish boy, making him groan in pain as he grabbed his crotch.

"Look at her like that again, and I'll do a lot worse than kick you in your tiny dick," the Latina spat.

"N-Noted," Jacob grunted as Santana grabbed Jayden's arm and pulled her away, Brittany following close behind as the bell rang loudly overhead.

"Okay, so Britt and I will meet you outside of your 4th period class when it's time for lunch," Santana said as they went upstairs.

"And if anyone messes with you, let us know and we'll take care of it," Brittany added. "Especially if it's one of the football guys. Just because you're a cheerleader doesn't mean they're allowed to try and get in your skirt."

"Right," Jayden nodded.

"Remember to keep your ponytail tightened," Santana said as she tightened the younger girl's ponytail. "And keep your chin up and posture straight. Britt and I didn't spend our whole summer fixing you for you to crawl back into your turtle shell."

"Got it."

"Oh, also. People suck and you're gonna get pissed off today. It's inevitable. Just don't cuss anyone out, don't get into fights, and don't get arrested."

"Are you sure that pep talk isn't meant for you?" Jayden asked, raising a brow.

"Don't sass me, you little shit," Santana scoffed.

"I wonder where she got that from," Brittany teased as the smaller girl smiled innocently.

"Whatever," Santana rolled her eyes. "One more thing. Who are you not gonna talk to or let anywhere near you?"

"The guy that Kurt says smells homeless," Jayden replied as they approached her first period class.

"He's a junkie that comes to school high. Don't let him touch you."

"I won't."

"Good luck, Guppy," Brittany said as she hugged Jayden.

"I don't wanna go," the sophomore whined. "I don't wanna learn. I wanna go back to bed. It's too early for this."

"Go to class without complaining, and we'll take you to get ice cream after school," Santana sighed.

"Okay," Jayden mumbled, taking a deep breath before walking into the geometry class.