This Cheerleader's Trouble (And she's all mine) | Santana Lopez

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A/N: Long time no talk. Who's here?

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Santana pursed her lips when she noticed Camila at her locker earlier than usual. She'd gotten away with slipping past the girl directly before the first bell, but hockey must have let out earlier than scheduled.

She silently walked up to her locker and rolled the lock around in her fingers. Santana pulled the door open and grabbed the math textbook she needed for class. When she turned back around, her eyes caught the stary green beside her.

"Go stare at someone else, lesbo." Santana spat, slamming her locker.

Camila's eyes widened in surprise.

"Woah." She gasped. "Didn't take you to be homophobic. You're actually a bitch . . . and not in a good way."

Santana stopped and slowly turned around to face the redhead. She narrowed her eyes and tried to sort her thoughts, but Camila was quicker.

"I mean, whatever, do you, I guess." She crossed her arms and leaned back against the lockers. "No wonder the glee club's singing about god all of a sudden."

"There's nothing wrong with gay people. I'm fine with pussy lickers and ass eaters." Santana paused. "And Jesus. He's fine too."

Camila arched a brow.

"I'm serious!" Santana scoffed.

"You don't have to raise your voice, Cujo. I heard you just fine." Camila rolled her eyes. "I'm just surprised by your choice of words if you're cool with the gays. Why use slurs?"

"Lesbo isn't a slur."

"You were trying to insult me." Camila narrowed her eyes. "So I'm guessing, in the moment, it was a slur to you."

Santana ground her teeth.

"If we're gonna be neighbors, you probably should think before you speak. I don't like bullshit and it spills out of your mouth way too easily. I mean, you're like sixteen, right?"

"Seventeen." Santana huffed. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-one."

"No, you're not."

"No, I'm not, but see how quick bullshit gets annoying?" Camila flicked her fingers out and looked over her nails. She made a face and picked at her pinkie finger. "I'm seventeen and tired of your crap. Get it together."

"Okay." Santana turned and tossed her textbook to the ground. It landed on the other side of the hallway with a loud thud. "I am not putting up with you all year. You need to move lockers or I'm going to pop you in your mouth."

Camila pushed off the lockers and slowly walked up to Santana. She was shorter than her, but not by much. She tucked her hands behind her back and smirked, leaning forward.

"Pop me in the mouth." The redhead snorted.

"What?" Santana blinked.

"You heard me." Camila tapped on her pouty lip.

"Don't test me, firecrotch." Santana hissed.

"Wow. You're a ball of sunshine."

"I'm serious."

"Really? Me too! Pop me in the mo—"

Santana didn't wait a second. She swung across until the back of her hand came in contact with Camila's mouth, sending her tumbling backwards into the lockers.

"Holy shit." Camila fell to the floor, dazed at the girl's strength. Her green eyes shifted up to Santana's smirk, shocked. "You actually fucking hit me!"

"You actually fucking asked me too." Santana turned and scooped up her textbook, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder.

She felt Camila's eyes following her down the hall and took a glance over her shoulder to see the redhead still sitting on the floor in shock.

"I hate redheads." The cheerleader mumbled.

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Madison looked down at the note in her hands and then up at Elijah. She nervously walked down the hallway of their small apartment and tucked the note into her pocket.

"Elijah?" She gulped.

The man looked up from his cereal bowl and raised his brows in surprise. He didn't think he'd see his daughter until tomorrow morning for their walk to school.

"Hey, kiddo." He placed his spoon in his bowl and turned to face her. He didn't want her to think he was half interested in what she might have to say. Not after hearing how her 'father' was to her these past few years since her mother figure passed. "What's up? Do you need help with homework?"

"No. I've finished it." Madison played with the cuffs of her jacket and swallowed. "Can I go out with some friends tonight?"

Elijah opened and closed his mouth. Frannie was not going to believe this.

"Yeah. Yes!" He paused. "Wait. Who? Where in the city? It's going to get dark in a few hours."

"Alexa is introducing me to a few of the choir kids at Kingston." Madison rubbed her arm and tried not to pace anxiously as she waited for his answer. "I'd like to go. I-If that's okay."

"You can go." Elijah nodded.

They both stared at each other for a short moment. Cosmo watched them from his place by the door, chewing on a bone when he grew bored of their odd behavior.

"Why don't you go change into a thicker jacket and grab your school bag? I'll take your stuff out of it and put some of your sensory stuff in it."

"I don't need it all." Madison's cheeks bruised pink.

Elijah chuckled. He thought the same when they took a day trip to the city and Madison was highly restless by the filler noise just over the river. The train transfer to the subway was stressful enough as it was.

"Do you need me to ride the train with you?" He asked, standing up and placing his leftover cereal in the fridge for later. "I just need a few minutes to change."

"No." Madison paused. "Alexa was going to come get me."

"How old is Alexa?"

"I—" Madison frowned. "I don't remember, but she's in your class."

Elijah winced and leaned against the counter. He wasn't sure how he felt about a bunch of fourteen-fifteen-year-olds running around New York City at night.

On the other hand, he also did not want to miss this chance for Madison to have friends. This was why Frannie and him both agreed that sewing a tracker in her book bag bottom wasn't helicopter parenting. They were just being good parents.

"Okay." Elijah bit his tongue and nodded. "Go get your bag and bring some of your things, at least. I want to meet Alexa, though. And please be back before ten."

Madison nodded slowly as she listened to him. At the end she nodded again and inhaled deeply.

"Okay. Yeah. Okay." She turned to go grab her back, but stopped. She turned back around and gave him a closed lip smile. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Elijah grinned. "Thank you for asking."

He watched Madison migrate back down the hallway with nervous fidgets of her hands. Once she was out of sight, he tore his phone from his pocket and messaged his ex-girlfriend about their daughter's plans.

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