"How has life changed since the birth of your bastard child?" JBI asked, shoving his obnoxiously large microphone in Quinn's face as she closed her locker.
Julia peered over Santana as she finished fixing her ponytail, noticing Quinn's smile drop as she racked her brain for an acceptable response.
"Well, I'm happy to be back and I'm ready to start fresh," Quinn replied as a fake smile returned to her features.
The camera gradually began to pan down to Santana's chest as she filed her nails, Julia taking the initiative to push it away and back toward Quinn, who also grabbed the lens, pointing it back toward herself.
"And I'm a lot less hormonal, s-so there really isn't a-any crying," Quinn stuttered, clearly uncomfortable (especially at the fact that Santana's boob job was getting more attention than her pretty face).
The camera quickly flew back down to Santana's bust as if Quinn hadn't said anything.
"How was your summer?" Jacob asked in a voice that could only be labeled as sexualizing.
Julia crossed her arms over her chest, raising her eyebrows at Jacob's tone.
"My eyes are up here Jewfro, and it was uneventful," Santana said as feisty as always.
"And you, Julia?" JBI asked in a fashion that awoke her gag reflex.
"It was fine," she simply answered as it was unnecessary going into much more detail than that.
"Rumor has it dealing with you is going to be even more of a nightmare than it was last year," JBI said as if he hadn't thought of the question on the spot.
"That's up for interpretation."
"People thought I went on vacation, but I actually spent the summer in the sewers," Brittany suddenly announced.
"That's why you didn't answer my calls," Julia murmured under her breath, the only one unfazed by Brittany's statement and taking the girl seriously.
JBI and his cameraman fled from the fearsome foursome shortly afterward, finding Mike and Tina to interrogate about their relationship rumors.
"This year can't be any worse than the last," Julia said a few moments later, scanning the crowd for young freshmen and sophomores to prey upon.
The comment was supposed to have an optimistic tone, yet only seemed to create a dull one.
"Don't get ahead of yourself," Santana countered, glancing over at her best friend.
"Head Cheerios though, right?" Julia referred to their new position on the cheerleading squad, attempting to raise the mood as her head turned and eyes met Santana's.
"I guess, but that doesn't protect us from the wrath of the glee club...or the diseases the freshmen carry," Santana said as she nodded toward a freshmen couple repulsively shoving their tongues down each other's throats.
Both Latinas cringed at the sight, sharing a pair of equally disgusted looks, before Quinn led the foursome down the hallway, though no longer with the power she once held before her pregnancy.
Julia felt quite sorry for the girl that a simple mistake (and sexual assault that no one seemed to be talking about) had ruined her life. Quinn was one of her best friends after all. Yet Julia didn't mind the extra attention that Quinn no longer held.
The four turned the corner, only to be met with a slushy being dumped on Kurt Hummel's fresh hair cut slightly down the hall.
Julia would've stifled a laugh at Kurt's shell-shocked expression, but it was the same one he pulled every time the mixture of ice and artificial coloring stung his skin. It was getting old.
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Freckles ➳ Santana Lopez (re-writing)
Fanfiction"I want to be with you. And not just as friends." *** Julia Mendoza appeared to have the world at her feet. She was your cliche, mean, popular cheerleader with a whole lot of sass, completing the Fearsome Foursome which ruled McKinley High and con...
