Eye of the Tiger

Part 3

Dani's POV

Punching that wall was single-handedly the stupidest thing I have ever done in my life. Ironically I ended up with what's called a "boxer's fracture" on two of my fingers from not actually boxing. Worst of all, I broke my wrist. How stupid am I though? I broke my wrist from punching a wall. And not throwing the punch properly...that's even more embarrassing. I threw away my entire season of training for one angry moment.

"Oh my god Dani! What happened?" I close my eyes for a brief second and let out a breath before closing my locker. After the weekend I've had, I'm not really in the mood to talk about it but I guess it's unavoidable. "Did you get hurt at your fight on Saturday?"

"Yeah, sure..." I'll probably explain it to her later but I'm over it all right now.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Look Rachel, do you mind if we talk about something else please?" Rachel scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. You can tell on her face she was a little put off with my attitude and now I feel a little bad. "I'm sorry...it's just a long story. I promise to tell you about it later. How was your weekend?"

"It was okay, just hung out with my dads...So we didn't get a chance to talk about the party Friday..." I could see her trying to contain her excitement. Coincidentally, down the hall behind Rachel, I spot the girl. Santana. Oh, she's THAT girl. She looks different with her hair out of the ponytail and her body out of that uniform. I have seen her around before but I just automatically wrote off any girl in a Cheerios uniform.

"Yeah...it was fun." I couldn't stop my eyes from following up her legs that seemed to go on forever until I got to the hem of her very short cut skirt. She wore a skirt at the party too and the only thing running through my mind right now is the gasp that escaped her sensually parted lips while my hand ran up the inside of her thigh and onto her...

"DANI!" Ah, shit I forgot Rachel was standing there. And now I'm left with a little...situation between my legs.

"What?"

"Did you hear me?" She looked behind her, probably trying to follow my line of sight but just ended up turning back confused. She didn't let me answer before just repeating the question. "Did you meet anybody at the party?" I smirk as I look over at Santana but I also remember her bitching at me about not telling anybody about her.

"Uhm...I talked to a few people but nobody really stuck I guess." My eyes once again find their way back to Santana. I couldn't help it. But this time I find her eyes stare right back at me. Fuck. I look away but I'm pretty sure I'm too late.

"Uh...bullshit!" Rachel pulls down the collar of my t-shirt to reveal my poorly concealed love mark. My mind raced with excuses I could possibly use but then that annoying noise of a bell becomes music to my ears at that moment.

"Sorry Rach, gotta head to class!" I give her a smile and I could feel her eyes bore into me as I hurried past her.

"BUT—"

"See you later!" I turn around to say to her and I laugh to myself before I feel my shoulder run straight into something...or someone.

"Hey half-pint." What are the chances of me running into the beautiful cheerleader I couldn't stop thinking about?

"Ha. Original." I roll my eyes. I suddenly feel really nervous, which is weird because I had no problem with my cool at the party.

"Did anybody ever tell you it's rude to stare?" She smirked and I could feel all the blood rush to my cheeks at that comment. Oh god, I'm so embarrassing.

"Do I look like the kind of girl that follows all the rules?" I still play it smooth. I know she is trying to have the upper hand here, just like the other night but I refuse to give in.

"Guess not..." I feel her fingertips grace the skin on my neck, inching closer the bruise she left behind. "But it does look like you need to invest in some better concealer."

"No thanks to you." I slap her hand away.

"You weren't complaining at the time." Her voice gets lower. There are so many people passing by, reminding me that I will probably be very late to class but at the same time I could care less. This is more fun than listening to Mr. Shue murder the Spanish language.

"Mhm..." I hum in agreement. I take a step closer, I'm not sure if anybody is noticing this but that's part of the fun. My adrenaline is pumping at the public secrecy of it all. And then ever so slightly my fingertips run up her leg, just like I remembered ten minutes ago. She gasps, similar to the other night but there was more shock in it than pleasure. She slaps my hand away too and steps back, looking around to see if anyone noticed. I can't help but laugh.

"Are you crazy?" She retorts in a harsh whisper.

"You weren't complaining about that either..." I kick up my eyebrows and watch her eyes follow as I tuck my bottom lip under my teeth. I had her just where I wanted her. "Catch you later pom-poms." I mock before giving her ass a light smack and continuing on her way. Although my back is turned to her I am 100% certain her mouth is gaping open and her eyes are probably burning into my back with that glare of hers.

This was going to be fun.

Santana's POV

Oh god...it had only been a few days but my skin craved her touch on my skin again. I almost didn't have the will power to slap her hand away. That's all that has been on my mind all weekend. I hooked up with plenty of girls, and guys, but having somebody have their turn to dominate me broke me more than I like to admit. Snixx may have had the upper hand first but her lips put me in some kind of trance that I couldn't get out of, and I didn't want to get out of it.

I'm internally kicking myself for not reacting to her ass slap and letting her have the last word. She is probably the ballsiest girl I have ever met. The Snixx part of me hates that because nobody leaves Santana Lopez speechless. But the Santana part of me actually really loves it. Everybody is scared of me but she isn't. She isn't afraid to challenge me, she isn't afraid to take me. It was just a plus that she was hot as hell.

On the other hand she was incredibly cute. I noticed her long before she started staring at me and I made it a point to stand in her point of view right behind Yentl. A huge part of me wonders how a girl like that is friends with Berry. She would be so much better off on the social ladder if she hung out with me. Okay maybe I was a bit jealous that she was talking to her instead of me, but part of that slipped away when she started undressing me with her eyes. And I couldn't stop the smile on my face when she tried hiding that fact when I caught her.

It wasn't until the bell rang through the empty halls that I realized I got lost in thoughts of her. What the fuck has happened to me? Santana Lopez has everyone wrapped around her finger not the other way around.

Is it normal to feel this fluttering in my stomach?

Is it okay that I kind of actually like it...?