All Alone

Chapter One

Brittany S. Pierce walked down the hallway and crowds parted for her. People just did that for cheerleaders at William McKinley High School. Especially the head cheerleader-Quinn Fabray's-best friend.

The thing was, Brittany didn't really realize she was popular. She wasn't too bright and sometimes Quinn yelled at her because she wasn't 'being cool.' Like that one time at a party when she wore a panda hat with her little black dress.

Quinn had snatched it off her head and berated her for the better part of an hour.

But anyways, Brittany was happy. She always seemed to be smiling, and today was no acception.

When she got to her locker she reached into her bra and pulled out the slip of paper with her locker combo on it. She was always forgetting it so Quinn had suggested she carry it with her.

The blonde cheerio hummed  the sesame street theme song in her head as she spun the dial.

Her locker opened and she took out her history book, suddenly hearing the click clack of high heels on the floor. The hallway seemed to go dead silent.

Brittany looked up just in time to see a girl plop down her bag, which made a clinking sound, and open up the locker next to her, the one that had been empty every year. The blonde didn't recognize her, so she was obviously new.

"Hi I'm Brittany!" She smiled cheerily.

The girl turned to face her and Brittany's breath was taken away. This girl was gorgeous! She had caramel colored skin that looked so smooth paired with shiny dark hair that fell below her shoulders elegantly. Her lips were plump and her eyelashes long and dark. And those eyes. They were dark brown-almost black-and so deep and shiny, looking like they held so many secrets. 

She had seemingly endless legs and a shapely butt. (Not that Brittany was looking at it.)

She had on light brown, knee-high boots that had a pointy high heel to them. She was also wearing a form fitting red dress that ended barely two inches below her crotch and was far too low cut for the dress code. There was a black leather jacket hanging around her shoulders. Her lips were painted with blood red lipstick and her eyes were covered in black smoky eye shadow.

She looked amazing! Her looks could even rival Quinn's, which said something since every guy in school wanted to get in her pants.

She just stared at Brittany blankly, then turned away again.

The cheerio was a little taken aback but she was still perfect looking.

She squatted down and unzipped her backpack, taking out a bottle of vodka and taking a swig.

Brittany's eyes widened and she gasped. "You can't do that! It's the middle of school!"

The girl ignored her and everyone else in the hallway. They were all staring at her with their eyes just as wide.

Suddenly Brittany saw Quinn walk by. She slammed her locker door and ran up to her best friend. Quinn knew the dish on everyone, so she would know about this girl. "Hey, Q!"

"Whaddup, Britt?" She grinned.

"Who's that girl. She was like drinking vodk-"

Quinn held up her hand, silencing Brittany. "That's the new girl. Name's Santana... Lopez I think. Rumor has it she got expelled from her last school for like, burning it down or something!"

Brittany rolled her eyes. That was probably an exaggeration. A big one. That's when she remembered Principal Figgins asking her to show a new girl around school. There were no other new girls, so it was probably Santana.

And regardless she wanted to know Santana. And when she wanted something, she usually got it.