Never again (Quinntana)

Chapter 3 - Santana

The bell rang, signaling the start of the first period.

The teacher, a middle-aged woman with bleached hair and Victorian style, clapped her hands to get the students' attention.

Ridiculous, thought Santana. What are we, in middle school? She didn't even bother to hide her eye roll. This year is going to be soo booooring.

Little did she know how wrong she was.

"Hello, class!" chirped the teacher. "I am Mrs. Smith, your English teacher. And today, we have a new student who has just transferred! I am counting on everyone here to make her feel welcome and appreciated. Dear, please come in and introduce yourself!"

The door opened on one of the prettiest girls Santana had ever seen. She certainly had more fashion sense than everyone in Lima Heights combined, and her clothes hugged her slim figure in a way that made the whole class stare.

Santana, for once, was taken aback. Her eyes then traveled to the girl's face, as she opened her perfect mouth to introduce herself.

"Hello! I am Quinn, I like cheerleading and dancing. Nice to meet you all."

By the end of Quinn's sentence, Santana's gaze had reached her eyes. And those eyes...

No.

No, they couldn't be. There was no way.

Quinn's eyes were a beautiful green, rich and full of color, like that of a lush forest.

But that wasn't what held Santana's attention. That wasn't what made her stare, mouth slightly agape, long after Quinn had left the front of the class and gone to sit.

Quinn's eyes...

No. No, you're imagining things. Santana was fighting with herself. As hard as she could. But that was a battle that was as good as lost.

Because those eyes... Those eyes haunted her nights, tortured her in her daydreams, left her hurting and wondering. Those eyes, she would have recognized anywhere.

Those eyes were Lucy's.