The Way We Were

The Way We Help Out

Marcy put a few books in her backpack and zipped it up before hanging it on the hook in her locker. She had to run to the bathroom before she went home.

Suddenly, Santana slammed into the locker next to hers. Marcy jumped. Santana sighed. "What's up with you?"

"Me?! What's up with you?! You're the one sighing!"

Santana breathed deeply. "I'm okay. I'm just bored."

"With?" Marcy's phone dinged.

"With Lima. I haven't had any real fun since the wedding."

"Go to a party. There's one all the time." Marcy responded to the text and stared at Santana.

Santana frowned and shifted. "These parties are lame! I want to party with your people!"

"Why do you hate Lima so much?"

"Why do you love it?" Santana shot back.

"I don't love it. I'm just here. No use crying about it."

"I can't wait to leave this place. I'm never coming back!"

Marcy grinned. "I hear you."

Santana looked down the hall and bristled. "Who the hell is that?!"

Marcy turned to look. "Looks like Artie and Michelle Turner."

"Why is she up in his face?!" She folded her arms across her chest.

"Because they're talking?" Marcy didn't know.

Santana started off down the hall. Marcy shut her locker and walked after her quickly. Santana pulled up behind Michelle and pushed her. "What are you doin?!"

Michelle righted herself. "Santana?!"

"Yeah, Santana!" Santana set her hands on her hips. "Get to steppin, trick! And don't let me catch you around him again!"

Michelle ran away.

Santana turned on Artie. "What's your problem?! Why was she in your face like you invented chocolate?!"

Artie's mouth had been hanging open the entire exchange but now he set it in a firm line. "Who do you think you are rollin up on me?! You don't own me! I was askin her out! That's why she was in my face, you damn harpy!"

Marcy facepalmed.

"Harpy?! I got your harpy! Let me catch that bitch around you again and it's going to get ugly!" Santana shouted.

"You can't tell me what to do! I can ask out anybody I want! I don't have a girlfriend anymore! Remember, you fucked her!" Artie yelled back.

"Damn right! And now we're fuckin so keep those thirsty bitches away!"

"Man, whatever!" Artie scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Don't make me tell you again!"

"Or what?!"

"You don't want to see my ugly side, Abrams!"

"Well you're not pretty right now!"

Santana kissed him then slapped him. She flounced off.

Artie rubbed his jaw. "Crazy witch!"

Marcy faced him. "Maybe you should stop sleeping together? You're obviously too volatile."

"I can handle her." He glared at Santana's back.

"I think you're playing a dangerous game."

"She broke my heart, BT."