Blade (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 10- Santana's POV

Chapter 10-Santana's POV

Two day has passed quickly and so far I have messed up about three times on this diet thing. Gosh I hate it. Who enjoys being starved? I get up feeling a bit dizzy because I haven’t eaten.

I make my way to the bathroom and quickly bathe and get dressed in the neatly pressed navy red uniform which is a brown skirt or pants, in my case skirt and a white collared or button down, I chose collared, shirt –that must be tucked in- a navy red straight or bow tie and red sweater, vest, overhead, coat or blazer. I chose the vest and the blazer, because it’s too hot in California for anything else.

I throw on my vest, leaving the blazer for tomorrow and a pile a little make up like Mrs. Griffin taught me.

I smell the alcohol coming off dad strongly as soon as I enter the living room.

“Great, Dad why are you drunk at 7a.m?” I ask a little annoyed.

“That’s none of your damn business! What’s that shit all over your face?” he take a swing of his whiskey eyeing me furiously. For a minute I think he’s going to throw it at me. I hope he doesn’t because I look so nice in my uniform.

“It’s called make-up Dad.” I say.

“You look just like your fucking mother.” He spits.

“I’m confused is that an insult or a complement.  Mom was beautiful Dad.” I say. “Please don’t kill yourself.” I kiss his cheek and leave for school.

***

The school is huge of course and packed with busy bodies.

I swing by back pack across my shoulder and sigh.

“OW!” Some screeches.

I jump around mostly out of shock that anything else. “You hit me with your bag you stupid cunt!” she screeches.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” I lean down over her. She’s pretty with big brown eyes and long brown hair. Her lips are perky and plump and beautiful, hidden behind a lot of gloss. I try not to notice her huge breast as they move up and down when she breathes. “Here move your hand let me see.” I say gently taking her hand from her forehead to examine her wound. “You’re going to me ok but I’m going to need ice, stat!” I say faking the voice of an EMT. I take out the cold bottle of milk I have in my backpack and replace her hand for it.  She cracks a smile. VICTORY.

***

“I’m sorry again.” I say even though she’s perfectly fine, no trace that I hit her at all.

“Quit saying sorry. I’m fine. I’m Lauren by the way. Here, I can show you to first period.” She says leading me down the hall.

“Thanks Lauren. I’m Santana. I’m new here.” I say.

“No shit. You sort of look like a chicken without a head Santana.” She laughs. “Stick with me…we’ll make great friends.” She twines her fingers with mine and walks me down the hallway like that.

***

“So where ya from?” Lauren asks taking a seat next to me in class. It’s fourth period ,I’ve been with Lauren all day and somehow that made it a great day.  The boy who originally sits there frowns at her.

“Excuse me…?”

“Beat it. I’m talking here.” She says carelessly. “I swear some people have no manners.”

I laugh a little at her dominant nature. I could change that so easily.

“I’m from New York.” I tell her.