catfish;; s.s. + s.l.

one

santana

ah, senior year. last year of highschool, some said it will be the best years of your life, and some said it will be the worse year of your life. well, it all depends on your choices you'll make.

walking back to this 'oh so familiar' halls just made me remember the last time i stepped my foot to this hall with humiliation. it was so humiliating it made quit the school's cheerleading team. it ruins my reputation. trust me, it's the worst year of my life.

"look who's back in town," said a voice that i recognize from somewhere. i turn around facing my best friend kurt hummel. "kurt!" i squealed while giving him a bone crushing hug, "can't breathe," he said as i slowly pulled out of the hug.

"you said you won't be coming back to mckinley!" i said punching his arm "ouch! you still haven't changed!" he said. "so, is dalton as great as it seems?" i asked "well yeah, but i wish you were there! it feels weird when my best friend isn't there!"

i've known kurt since we were three, even our parents said we can't be separated. "what do you expect? i'm going there with a wig and a fake british accent?" i chuckled, "you'll sound great with a british accent." kurt said, clapping.

"i don't think so-" and before i finished my sentence, RuPaul came in "oh my god kurt!" she squealed. kurt and hobbit are quite close, people said that they are 'best friend goals' since they both are into broadway. bitch please, i knew him first.

"santana," she said with a fake smile plastered on her face "cut the crap hobbit." i said rolling my eyes at her. seriously, she may seem nice and sweet but inside she's a nightmare. "alright," kurt said breaking the silence "rachel, as much as i wanted to catch up with you i wanted to catch up with my bestfriend first," he said.

"i thought i was your bestfriend!" she said raising her voice "oh you are-" i said before kurt pulled out his hand to cover my mouth "i'll see you later!" he said while dragging me to our history classroom.

"what were you thinking?!" kurt asked, "she's a fake ass bi-" i said "no swearing."

we entered our history classroom, being the first two to arrive. i placed my bag on the chair and sat on top of the table."i get it, you don't like rachel-"

"hate." i corrected "hate, don't like, dislike but why can't the two of you be nice to each other!" kurt said "i swear kurt we're never gonna friends!" i said.

"you know what santana, tomorrow, me, you, rachel. mall. after school. i'm going to show you that rachel isn't as bad as you think." oh yes she is. "you know what kurt, stop trying to change me. i love me, i love the way i think, the way i dress and there's nothing you can do to change me."

i received a glare from kurt "fine! but we're still going to the mall." he said. i jumped off of the table and shoved my bag to the floor before i sit on the chair.

the other students barges into the room before mr. schue walks in. "senior year," he said starting a topic.
"the greatest year of your life." and then, he started to ramble about his glory senior year days.

as i began to feel a bit sleepy, i felt a buzz in my pocket. i pulled out my phone and opens the kik app, someone messaged me.

just get on with it blaine.

should i reply? should i ignore it? i decided to reply to it.

wrong person mate.

aargh i'm so so sorry! and this may seem creepy but is it okay if i ask for your name?

i smiled, that's not creepy at all. all he or she wants is just a name.

santana, santana lopez.

- word count: 667

aye fam !! so this is my first story and yeah.. (i'm such an awkward penguin (•)> ) anyways, please let me know if you like it or not, maybe comment or vote or something. aaand yeah i guess that's just it.

*drops mic*

*walks out of the room*