Santana

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Santana's face is bright red as she grabs her tray. She sees the populars are waving her down to join them on the stage. As she walks over she can't help but think about falling over Millie. Her face turns even more red.

"This is the new girl! Santana!" Brittany gleams as she pushes one of the Cheerios out of the way for her.

"Hey." A tall boy with blonde hair and seafoam colored eyes is smiling at her seductively over ketchup drenched fries.

The pushed out Cheerio makes a huffing sound and walks off disgruntled.

"My name is Sam, I'm kind of a big deal around here." He flashes a confident smile and puffs out his chest beneath his letterman jacket.

"This is my brother San, don't pay him any mind. His head is full of more air than the football he throws around." She whispers to Santana and giggles.

"Anyway!" Sam retorts playfully kicking Brittany's shin. "Where did you move here from?" He sips down a milk carton in one gulp.

Santana is repulsed by people drinking milk in front of her so she quickly looks down.

"Uhmm.." She says mid gag.

"Let me guess! You look like a California girl with that pretty tan skin." He winks at her.

She gags again. "Actually I was born in Germany but we moved around too much for me to be from anywhere really."

"So cultured! Santana and I are going to be the best of friends!" Brittany smiles and pulls Santana close to her.

She has been nothing but kind to her since she arrived but she couldn't help but wonder if it had to do with her car and clothes or if she really liked her. Besides, how can Santana focus on what the populars are saying when all she can think about is Millie.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 10, 2020 ⏰

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