Eye of the Tiger

Part 13

Dani POV

Santana hasn't answered any of my messages in the last few days. She doesn't even acknowledge me at school and honestly, I'm scared to talk to her. I royally fucked up. To make matters worse, now that I was out to the school I was everyone's favorite target. The amount of times I've been shoved into a lockers has become apparent with the bruises on my body. I've also read such a wide variety of words to call my gay. This was worst than my last school. I spot Santana in the hall and my heart stops. I miss her. Before I realize what's happening my feet led me straight to her.

"C-can we talk?" I breathe out, nervous as fuck. Santana just looked at me, her eyes were no longer warm like they were before.

"No." She said simply. Before turning on her heel away from me.

"Santana I'm sorry..." I yell after her and she pauses. The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. "I miss you."

"I'm sorry too." She turns back to me slowly and smiles at me. I smile back at her and for a moment I saw the Santana I fell for. "I'm sorry you thought you had a chance with me." She laughed with her other cheerleader friends and smirked at me before flipping her hair over her shoulder and leaving me dumbfounded.

"Fag." I hissed in pain as my back hit the metal locker once again. The asshole just high fives his football buddies as they looked back laughing at me.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I'm so fucking done. I push myself off the lockers, ignoring the throbbing pain in my back. All the adrenaline bursted out of me when I shoved the asshole that pushed me. "Fucking asshole." I hissed and he caught his balance before turning to me.

"Yo, calm down little girl." He chuckled throwing his hands up in a mockery defense. "You're kinda hot when you're mad." I almost threw up seeing him wink at me.

"Fuck you."

"Tell me when and where baby girl, maybe you just need a good dick in your life to remind you you're straight." He ran a finger down the side of my face and I quickly swat it away. Men are fucking disgusting. The amount of satisfaction I got from shoving my knee up his crotch was priceless.

"Guess it won't be yours. Not like you had much of one anyways." I shrugged as he curled up on the ground trying to recover.

"You fucking bitch." He wheezed out and I just chuckle.

"I mean you're the one on the ground crying so who's the real bitch here?" Everyone howled in laughter as I stormed down the hallway. On the outside I looked like a confident ass bitch but on the inside, I hated every part of me. And I had nobody to tell me I was worth it. Not even Santana. Her words hurt but I knew deep down she was putting on a front. I locked eyes with her as I walked away from that asshole and realized she saw the whole thing. Part of me wanted to run into her arms in comfort but the rational part of me knew she didn't care anymore. If she did she would have cared to defend me.

Despite my heart breaking I wanted to show her how confident I was still. I didn't want to show her that the comments sliced at me and the homophobic shoves broke me. But I should have known I couldn't have this one thing, that me walking away with the upper hand was too good to be true. As I broke away from Santana's icy glare, something colder burned my face. The cherry syrup seeped into my eyes, the chunks of ice somehow made its way into my shirt, and the laughter all around me throbbed in my ears.

"Let's get you cleaned up, D." Rachel's voice appeared out of nowhere but I was eternally grateful to have her lead me to the bathroom as the red syrup was blinding me.

Santana POV

I was so angry at Dani. I was so angry for what she did. But in this moment seeing her with an infamous slushy dripping off of her I felt a pang of guilt. I let Snix ramble off a bitchy comment and here she was getting all the shit that I feared. I faintly hear my friends mumble stupid remarks as I walk toward the bathroom but as angry as I was at her, I care.

"Hey..." I say cautiously once I push the door open. I saw her short little friend glare at me as Dani had a paper towel to her face.

"What do you want?" Dani groaned as she began to wet the paper towel in her hand. "Come to hit me with more stupid remarks?"

"I-I wanted to see if you were okay?" She laughed loudly as she fisted the damp towel in her hand.

"What the fuck do you care?" She rolled her eyes at me and I felt my blood boil. This was a mistake I should have just left it.

"Whatever, you fucking deserved it anyways." I hissed back at her before pushing myself out of the bathroom. I should have listened to Snix and stayed mad, why do I let myself care? I felt a small hand on my wrist and I was about ready to go all Lima heights on whoever dared to touch me. Before I could spit out a word though I had Dani's short friend screaming in my face.

"What is wrong with you?" It was hard to take her seriously, it was like seeing a small garden gnome upset.

"Me? What is wrong with you!? Don't touch me." I roll my eyes as I swat her hand away.

"Look, I don't care who you are. I don't care that you're Santana Lopez. Quite frankly I don't understand what Dani EVER saw in you but you don't deserve her anyways."

"Whatever." That's all I could say because honestly a lump was forming in my throat and I actually had no words.

"I get what she did was wrong, Santana. Nobody deserves to be outed in the way that you did. But it was an accident and if you haven't noticed, Dani has been getting the butt end of all the consequences of that! You weren't the only one outed."

"Dani outed herself that's not my fault..." I try but the lump grew bigger and I know exactly what Rachel is talking about.

"How many lockers have you been shoved into in the last few days?" I actually had no answer to that. Everyone left me alone. They were still scared of me and I was grateful for that. "How many names have you been called?" I still had no answer. All I could do was look down at my shoe thinking about all the shit Dani has dealt with is everything I feared.

"As much as I dislike you, I hope the girl Dani saw in you comes back because she really could you all the support possible right now." Before I can even ask what she meant by that she disappeared back in the bathroom and I was left feeling as shitty as ever. She was right. What was I mad about?

Dani POV

"Danielle, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to suspend you." I sat here in Principal Figgins office with remnants of dried cherry syrup still in my hair and my body aching from days of torture but yet I'M the one at fault here?

"WHAT?" Are you kidding me?" I was actually so fed up with this school.

"We have a zero tolerance policy for violence."

"He shoved me first! This is bullshit."

"Watch your language Miss Harper." He warned

"Sorry, this is RIDICULOUS." My voice dripped with sarcasm but I didn't care. I fold my arms over my chest. I can't believe that these kids have gotten away with bullying me for days and yet the one time I stand up for myself, I'm the one sitting in the principal's office.

"I'm sorry but my hands are tied. It's only three days." How bad would it be if I slapped my principal right now?

"What the fuck are you going to do about the other kids?" I saw him wince at my curse word but I continue before he can say anything about it. "The last three days I've been shoved into those lockers more times than I could count. My body literally ACHES right now. But you mean to tell me because I DEFENDED myself today I'M at fault?"

"Why didn't you report it earlier Danielle?"

"WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING RIGHT NOW?"

"Well we will look into it but for now we need call your dad to pick you up." He picked up the phone and my anger suddenly turned into anxiousness at the thought of calling my dad.

"Um he's out of town right now, I've been staying with a friend. Can you call her dads?" He simply nodded as I gave him Rachel's name so he can look up their numbers. At least three days suspension will get me away from this hell hole.