Extra-long chapter ahead of you!

A week has passed.

I felt better about everything Conner and I were doing. Yea, we are practically cheating Candal, beating him at his own game. But Candal's an asshole and a prick and he deserves to be two thousand less rich.

The storm in my head hasn't come back at full force...yet. Every time I'm alone in my bedroom or bathroom I wonder about the little things of this deal. Some questions come back to me but this week I've learned to ignore the questions and live my life.

I'm treating my deal with Conner as if it is a real relationship. The kind of relationship that I want with him and that has helped a lot to stop with the wondering and the hurtful questions.

Every time we are alone or not I feel comfortable with him touching me and kissing me. It's not like we are always kissing and touching, we do more, we do less. We sometimes watch a movie in my bedroom...with the door half-open because of mom.

Or we spent the day with my family. I'm keeping Dylan happy by giving him and Conner their bro time. Which is like all the damn time.

Conner is either with my brother or with me. Poor kid doesn't have privacy or alone times.

I've learned to really love who Cristian Conner really is. He is a softy, kind, overprotective, and sometimes an arrogant person. His ego is bigger than Africa, that's for sure. But not only am I looking and loving this side his letting me see, but I also took my time to love his bad-boy ways. His cold blue eyes are always in a glare when he is either rooming the school looking for a place to smoke or every time a boy stops and stares at him. 

His kisses that taste like coffee mixed with mint and cigarettes, which is weird because he only drinks coffee in the mornings.

His moody self when he is woken up too early or when he doesn't have time for coffee. Big mistake on both decisions. Not good at all.

Moody Conner equals horrible posture
Horrible posture equals glares
Glares equals fights
Fights equals Moody Conner beating the fuck up of a stupid asshole teenager.

It's like a never-ending cycle for that day.

Either way.

I've learned a lot about him... Not deep things like family or why he is like he is, but I'm working on that.

Today is Wednesday. The day the famous Cristian Conner will ask me to be his fake girlfriend.

We've planned out everything...and by we I mean me. While I was telling him every move and every word he had to say he was sitting on my bed while looking at me, nodding his head at everything that left my lips. I know he didn't hear a thing I said so let's see how this is going to go.

Something that has been common these past few days is that by the end of the day Cris leaves the house and sleeps at his. He doesn't stay at our house anymore.

I've noticed that he is growing distant from us, well my family.

I entered his freakingly huge house with the spare keys that he always hid behind the lantern looking lamp that was placed on both sides of the huge glass door.

"GOOD MORNING!" I yelled once I entered the building.

This is something that I've been doing ever since he changed his routine. I drive myself to Cris house and leave my car there so I can take a ride with him. If I don't wake him up, no one will, meaning he will happily skip school.

I took my backpack and placed it on the counter with everything else I had in my hands expert Cris coffee

"TIME TO GET UP SUNSHINE, I BROUGHT COFFEE," I said stomping up the stairs to let him know that I was coming. I got in front of his locked door and alarming my hand on it.

"Conner open the door! You are not skipping school today," I said from the other side of the door still not comfortable enough to enter his room without permission.

What if sleeps naked or something? The horrifying beauty that would turn up to be.

"Shut up!" I heard him whining. From the other side of the door, I could hear his feet landing on the marble floor and the bed squeaking.

I rolled my eyes at him knowing it will take some time for him to get prepared

"Just hurry or the coffee will get cold!"

I turn around to walk down the stairs and into his open marbled glass fancy kitchen

"Fine!" I could hear Cris said from behind me. Somebody is moody.

I place the coffee beside my stuff in the kitchen counter and open the fridge to see what quick breakfast I could make for the both of us.

"Cris!" I yelled thinking he would hear me but trying anyways.

"I'm up!" He screams back to me. This guy better watch his tone with me.

"I'm going to make us breakfast  sandwichs!" I scream back at him as I ignored his rude ass.

I took the eggs, cheese, jam, and butter from the fridge and close it behind me, looking around for the bread and placing every ingredient in front of me. I then open the cabinet that holds the bowls and pans and took one of each.

Putting the on in its place and turning the temperature I started cracking the eggs.

Would it be weird if I make coffee here?

Why would it be? You are already running around here cooking and screaming.

Funny fella you are.

I knew I had to make Cris another coffee, one that will be more got than the one I made at home 20 minutes ago. I'll just drink the one I brought here

I looked in the upper cabinets for the coffee filters and powder until I found them in the upper cabinet where the coffee maker was.

Preparing everything for Cris in a very good looking fancy plate, I set it in the counter and ate mine in a hurry knowing that we needed to get out of this house in the next 15 minutes or we would be late.

"Hurry up!" I said taking a bite the last bite of my sandwich and placing the plate in the dishwasher.

While I had my back to the stair I heard footsteps coming down from them.

"Sit down now and eat!"  I said while scrubbing the plate clean.

"Truth?" I jumped from the scared and drop the plate in the sink in the prosses, giving thanks to God that it didn't break.

"Mrs. Conner?!" Once I turn around to see the person who scared me. I wasn't expecting to be called by a feminine voice, I was expecting... You know, the masculine panties-dropping voice that I'm deeply in love with.

She was just standing there looking at me in confusion her arms crossed across her chest waiting for an explanation.

"Oh my goodness, I am so deeply sorry," I rush out saying taking the dish from the sink and putting it in the dying machine thingy.

"Truth Santana," she said my name in a serious voice. I rushed towards her while drying my hand on my jean skirt and squirming and looking around for... Something!

A way out of this humiliation.

I felt like I was being scolded.

"Mrs. Conner, I am so sorry to come into your home and di-disturb you like this, " I said in shame. I fucking screamed

"Truth stop talking. It's okay, " she said still holding a serious face.

Mrs. Conner is a very wealthy and famous attorney. She has been all over the world working or so her pictures say. Her and my mom were high school besties, they both came from nothing and Mrs. Conner made something of herself while my mom was being left with four children to raise and zero money. She was there for mom through this tough time. She is also my godmother which is very weird now with the Cris situation.

"No, it's not. I know it's not. I-i mean I don't do this all the time. I m-mean I didn't think you were h-home..." I stumbled through my words trying to make her understand that I was sorry and embarrassed.

"Hey, babe," Chris said coming down from the stories and looking at the situation. "Good morning mother." He said again nodding at her and along towards me to kiss my forehead.

Mrs. Conner's eyes popped out seeing the action.

"Santana? Cristian Rolins Conner! You have gone too far! Sleeping with your best friend's sister? What's wrong with you?" She started yelling at Cris for being an 'immature manwhore'

"Mother, what T and I do in my bedroom does not concern you. Truth is my girlfriend" He is not making this any better by turning away from her.

"Girlfriend?" She stopped screaming at him and looked at me trying to figure out if he was lying.

"Yes, girlfriend mother. That's what I said" he rolled his eyes at her and sat in front of the plate that held the breakfast sandwich.

I hurry and grabbed his coffee from beside the plate and gave it to Mrs.Conner with a guilty expression.

"Hey! That's mine." He yelled at me once he saw that gave it to his mother

"You can take mine! I'll put it in the microwave to heat it up. Now eat, we are late."  I said the cold coffee and placed it off in the microwave. "This will do fine and you better not get into a fight today."

"Thanks, honey, " Mrs. Conner said smiling at me and sitting beside her son who scoffed at her.

"Finish this, I lost my appetite, " he whispered to his mother giving her half oh his sandwich. "Truth we need to go now."

"Yea, let's go. Ms. Conner, I'm truly sorry again for the chaos and the noise and the entering a-and just everything." I said passing by her and taking everything off the counter.

"It's not a problem, Truth. If you can get my boy out of his bed and ready for school in time without starting a fight, I guess you can continue to do that." She laughed at him and then looked at me. She ruffled my hair and kissed my cheek goodbye.

"Babe, It's okay. Come on, we need to go" he said already by the door with an impatient look. Today is not going got be a good day for him.

"Right... Bye Mrs. Conner, have a lovely evening...day, I mean I don't want you to have a bad day... nor nigh..." My stuttering mess and blushed cheeks said while backing towards the door.

"Babe, let's go," Cris said grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the car. I could feel the eyes rolling of those sentences.

"Sorry, bye," I said to the woman behind me with a cheap look and let Conner drag me to hell. Literal hell. School.

"What was that?" He asked mocking me with his ocean cold eyes. This is embarrassing!

"What was what?" I used to want the whole situation to just puff out of existence.

"You were so cute, " Nop. I'm not doing this. I could already feel the heat rising to my ears and making its way home to my cheeks.

"Shut up. It's called being nervous and embarrassed. You should try it sometime, " I said not knowing how to approach the situation. Maybe, laugh it off then ignore like it never happened.

"I'm cool with my swagger, " he said looking at me for a cool 4 seconds with his bad boy signature smirk on his face then turns his eyes back on the road.

"Yea...right, " I said rolling my eyes at him.

"Hey don't worry about it, " he said as he placed his warm hand on my exposed thigh.

All the butterflies came rushing back at full speed. It felt so right and warm that is making my blush go into a deeper red.

"I literally, entered your house unannounced, screamed at you to get up, woke your mom in the process without even knowing if she was home, knocked on your door pretty loudly, and threw my stuff on the counter like it was my home, I cooked and made coffee... That is not okay" my voice sounded stressful while I hid behind my hand to hide the blush he was causing "That's pretty fucking embracing," I whispered to myself.

"Hey, you've been doing that all week. I kind of like it. Why be embarrassed now?"

With that thought in mind, I felt the color drain from my body as I recall every shouting and breakfast, I did this week in Conners's house.

"BECAUSE! It's your mother's home! She was home! She saw me do all of that. I'm never ever going to your house again," I said shaking my head with wide eyes.

"I know, it's also my home and I am glad that you feel comfortable doing all that in my home," I sighed as I tried to calm myself. It felt good hearing him said that. It felt really good.

"It's still embarrassing," I said smiling at him

"Babe, the woman saw you in diapers. I think we are passed the embarrassing part." He might be right but yet again I haven't seen Mrs. corner in almost 3 years.

"Why are you sleeping at your house?"  I said changing the topic.

"What?" He asked, turning his head towards me.

"You seem distant lately. You've been sleeping at your house, " he often slept at our house. He was practically 24/7 at my house. Laughing with mom, playing videogames, and talking girls with Dylan but lately things have changed. I kind of missed the fights Cris and mom have.

"I-I... It's nothing you need to worry about, " he said, entering the school gates.

"Is it Dylan? Is he giving you a hard time when you are having your bro time?" I asked. I was worried that maybe it was me. Maybe he doesn't stay because of me.

"What? No, nothing like that. Dylan is Dylan and he can be difficult but he is not giving me a hard time," he said grabbing my hand that was placed on my thighs beside his.

"Okay, then what is it?" I asked scared of the answer.

"We are here, lets talk about this another time."

He parked his car in front of the school, where he always park and shut the engine.

"Cris...?" I said sound more like a question in the end. It was clear that we need to talk.

"Another time, " he opened his door with his backpack on his right shoulder.

"Fine, another time" I agreed with him, taking my backpack from the backseat while he got out of the car.

I shut the door behind me and walked towards the sidewalk where he was standing waiting for me.

"Lock the car," I said once I noticed that he started walking towards the entrance.

"I know, you don't have to tell me," he tells me, turning around for a second and pressing the beeper.

"Yeah sure," I mumbled with a knowing smirk on my lips.

"Shut up." He said grabbing my hand with a huge smile on his face and started walking again towards the school.

Like every morning I felt eyes on us. I was still trying to get accustomed to it. It felt weird and I didn't like it at all.

I don't like the way they look at me. I don't like the way they seem to know everything about me. And I especially don't like the way they talk about me like I'm Cristian Conner's hot side piece of the week.

"Babe, you need to stop dressing up so..." Cristin's voice brought me to the present.

"So what?" I asked, hoping that he would drop the conversation. He was stepping into dangerous territory.

"So.. This way," Have some balls babe!

"This way? What way? Slutty?" I asked with an arched eyebrow. He better not say yes.

"Hell Nah, you look perfect." He said quickly. His face was in the whole 'don't look at me' way. The bored 'want a fight way' that he always put when we touch school grounds.

He made me stop by my locker first looking at everyone while I tried taking everything I needed.

"Then what way exactly?" I said with my head inside the locked, preparing myself mentally for the fight thats to come.

"So perfect, that's the problem. You look perfect. All these hormonal assholes are looking at you." Nice save asshole.

"So?" I asked again. By now I just want to play with him. Maybe I can make him.look nervous inform of everyone. Doubt it though.

His reputation is intact for now mine on the other hand is going through the floor.  The students are wiping their ass with it, using it as their mop to clean their dirty floors.

Because would believe that the Royal Bad Boy could have an actual girlfriend. It's just so impossible and unthinkable.

"That's not good!" He said turning to me with an angry expression.

"Why not?" I shrugged my shoulders seeming interested in his adorable and overprotective reaction.

"Because you're my girlfriend and they should know who you belong to!" He started his sentence looking at me but then his eyes changed into his glaring one directed behind me. He raised his voice at the boy who was staring at my ass.

I ignored the boy who ran off from Cris and stared right at him.

This was something that was happening more and more with each passing day. It's disgusting and degrading and would so much like to turn around and punch everyone and anyone looking at me in a perverted way.

"I'm not your girlfriend...yet. And somebody needs to teach the girls from this highschool who's at the top. That's me, your future girlfriend. If I'm going to be the Royal Bod Boy's girlfriend I need to look like one" I said part of the reason why the new me looked so on fire. The other part was trying to seek Cris attention. I like it when he looks at my ass when he thinks I'm not looking at him.

Yea, yea respect yourself blah blah blah nonsense.

"You don't need to look like one. I think you're perfect with your baggy clothes and it is definitely sexier when I can see you only in your oversized shirts." PERVERT! My slutty part of me loves it. The other one loves it too. It's like a win-win to everything I do.

"Stop being a perverted asshole," I said to him rolling my eyes and cling my locker door. "There is nothing wrong with the way I dress and what? If you have a problem with it then just tell me now..." I rest my hand on my locker as I put all my strength in it to keep me up. Wait! "Wait...you don't like the way I dress?" My eyes went from my round big almonds to complete circle like.

"Yes, of course, I do. I really, really do but so is the rest of the boys here." He said looking me up and down while grabbing my waist and pulling me towards him.

"But I'm not interested in the rest of the boys here," I said flirtatiously. I've been practicing, I think I'm good enough to keep Cris from flitting with other girls. Maybe I'm giving myself too much power and it's going over my head.

"Well! They are clearly interested in you." He glared at the teenage boys around us and stop at a tall blonde Ken like boy who wore a smirk while looking intensely at me. "What are you looking at asshole?"

"You have a reputation to keep. I'll probably ruin that with my old clothes." I rolled my eyes at Cris actions and swore in my head to kick some boys ass.

"That's why you are dressing like a perfectly hot supermodel? You won't ruin it." He treated his face on my shoulder and smelled me. Not the first time he does this though.

He can be anger, happy, tired, annoyed, or whatever and he would rest his head on my shoulders and care me with his nose while at the same time smelling me.

It gives me guspumps every time he does it.

"Yes, I will. Plus, this is the new me. Get used to these clothes. They are staying." I said overly confident as I wrap my arm around his neck.

"Not if I get my hands on it." I knew it was coming.

"Get your head out of your ass! Go get your books. Enter at least four classes today." I pushed him off from me seeing the big old bad boy smirk plaster on his face "For God's sake, bring some light into this human being." I whispered to myself looking around the students in the hallway to see if anyone heard.

"I will enter at least four classes today..." That was a high surprise for me. Cris might have wonderful grades but his assistance was a crap. Literal crap.

"Thank y-" I said with a grateful smile but he cuts me off right before I was going to finish the sentence.

"IF and only if you put a jacket on," There it goes. I knew it was too good.

"What? No!" I whisper/yelled at him for all the bull he was suggesting "We-where would I get a jacket?" I then asked resting my case in a peaceful and wishful environment where hopefully the asshole won't disturb it.

"I have a jean jacket on my locker, " I spoke too soon. He was great and if this was any other day his big boy jacket would go wonderful with the outfit I had on

"You have a jean jacket?" I asked trying to change the subject though it sounded strange coming from him.

"Yes... Why?" He cleared his throat as he tried to seem tough and strong.

"Nothing nothing. I'm trying to imagine you, the bad boy who only wears dark colors and usually has a leather jacket, wearing a jean jacket" I said, knowing it would make him uncomfortable.

"I bought it like a week ago. I figure that I'll try to present myself as a good person since I'm going to be the boyfriend of the goody-two-shoes, kind, antisocial girl of the school, " EXCUSES! Though that sounded really sweet and orally not him. I will not take it to heart.

"Okay first of all there's nothing kind, generous, nor good about you..." I said as I made that clear to him, trying to make my Cris to come back

"True."

"Second. How did you manage to insult me and compliment me at the same time?"

"Special gift of mine."

"Stop joking around! Look how I dress its not your decision, okay?" I cross my arms around me and looked directly into his eyes to make the point clear.

"But it could be, " he said breaking his tough boy facade and replacing it with a goofy smile all of the sudden. Mission accomplish.

That was way easier than I thought.

"Shut up," I said with a shake of my head.

So what if what I was wearing was a bit revealing? He should be proud to find such sexiness.

I was wearing an off the shoulder V-neck black crop top that was held by a thin lace at the sides accompanied by a small jean skirt and my favorite black sandals.

"Okay let's cut the bull. You are going to wear my jean jacket and cover yourself up, then, and like I said earlier only then will an enter a fucking class" he said crossing his arms mirroring me and challenging me to back up.

"Stop being a fucking ass-" I was about to finish the sentence but...

RING, RING, RING

"Great you made late... Again!" I threw my hand up in the air and walked back to the direction of my first class.

"I will not enter unless you have my stupid jacket on, " He said back at me not letting the topic drop.

"Unbelievable..." I whispered under my breath. I guess I'll have to win another argument. "Fine! Meet me next period by your locker, " I yelled at him.

"Sure baby girl!" He screamed back at me for every rushing honey teenage boy and girl to hear.

"Disgusting. You're disgusting." I whispered under my breath and turned to walk away from my embarrassment.

I could hear his laughter roaring all-round the half-empty hallways making me shake my head at him. I tired the corner and walked towards the theater class that was practically at the of the school.

Looking at the clock on my phone I decided to enter the empty, old, dusty classroom. The one with the secret entrance (that's not so secret) that led me to the back the teachers classroom

"Well, this is surprising," Layla said one I sat beside her with a loud puff.

"Shut up, " Clearly I wasn't in the mood for anything.

I want to go back to the hallway where I know Cris is roaming around waiting for me to take it stupid jacket and just fight with him about whatever. I just want to be with him.

"You got here early. This called for a celebration, " She said looking at her watch with a smirk on her face. She can be oblivious to other emotions sometimes.

"Seriously Lay, I'm only 30 seconds late. That still counts as late." I said sounding tired and annoyed.

"Still... You entered the classroom right before the second bell went off. It's a record."

I held the stupid piece of paper and saw the two boards already filled up with vocabularies and explanations.

"Write, " I commanded putting my name and the date on the paper and started scribbling in a very awful looking way the topic and the class info.

"I'm writing, I'm writing," she said realizing my moody behavior "How is your day going?" She said sarcastically with a roll of the eyes.

"Don't ask. Please don't ask" I whined

"That bad, " she stated looking up at the board.

"Not bad, just embarrassing, " I said which was a miracle. Today was a miracle.

I won't say anything more in case I jinx it somehow.

"You? Truth Evangeline Santana embarrassed? I think that's a first."

It is a first! I thought that by now with all the poop and bad day the embarrassment would be long gone from my body but I guess not.

Miracle

"I entered Mrs. conner's house like it was a football field. Screaming and yelling for Cris to wake up," I whispered looking around the classroom for any eavesdropper.

"Lately you've been doing that often. What's the difference now?" She said shrugging like it was no big deal.

"I woke Mrs. Conner," I whispered again. I could die right about now.

"Oh," Her head turned to me quickly with wide eyes while the only sound she could make was 'oh'.

"I woke her up...with my yelling. I entered her house without permission..." This was worse than I imagined "I invaded her house, I cooked!" I whispered yelled at her trying t make her understand the gravity of the situation.

Cris made me feel like it was nothing to be embarrassed about. That it was just something normal.

"That's not so bad-" she stopped herself more way and nodded her head "Okay, yes it's embarrassing."

"And she find out today about Conner and I, " I said as I stop scribbling nonsense about theater and some fucking apple.

"She must be thinking I am a slutty house invader," I added grabbing my head in horror.

"Hey! She doesn't think of you like that. The woman was there when you peed your pants for the first time. She sees you more like a daughter than a slut home invader. Let her prosses this situation." Layla said grabbing one of my hands and making me look at her.

"My God! I didn't invade just a house, I invaded her home. I fucking cooked!"

"Keep your voices down and write what on the board" The teacher's voice took over the whole classroom not only scolding Layla and me but also some of the students in the classroom.

"Sorry, " I whispered for only me to hear.

"T, give her time. The woman loves you, I'm sure of it, " Layla threw me an encouraging smile making me clam down.

"Cris thinks that I need a jacket. Do I need a jacket?" I said suddenly.

"Are you cold?" She asked not understanding the problem.

"No?... What? I mean... He thinks that I'm changing my style and looking more of a prostitute than my actual self, " I said a bit fast, thinking about the situation at hand.

"He called you a prostitute?!" She almost yelled. Some of the students looked at us but we just ignored them.

"Shut up!" I yelled back at Layla "No, he didn't call me a prostitute. He call a 'perfectly hot supermodel'. Do I really look slutty?" I asked self-conscious of my attire.

"He is completing you, no you don't look slutty and no there's nothing wrong with the way your dressing. Are. You. Cold?"  She asked me again, rolling her eyes at my panic state.

"Now that you are asking. Yes, I'm a little cold, " I said nodding my head as a chill went up my spine.

"You should wear a jacket, " She said going back to the paper.

"It's his jacket and he only wants me to wear it because of the boys. He is an overprotective jerk face, " I told her the reason hoping she would convince me to not use the jacket and ignore Conner

"Yea, you are right. You shouldn't wear the jacket just die slowly and painfully from hypothermia." Again with the sarcasm!

"Thank you for supporting me, " I said nodding at her, returning her sarcasm.

"Okay, class pass your papers to the front," the theater teacher said as she normally does. I was like that's was the only thing this she could say.

"I'm meeting him now, wait for me at the gym entrance, " I said ignoring my pride and the whole argument with Cris.

"No, sorry I don't want to face Coach's wrath, " she said passing the paper to the kid in front of her.

"Take the papers and make sure that every seat has one." The teacher's voice rang out again.

"You're rude," I said waiting for someone to pass me the paper and leave already.

"You are going to wear the jacket aren't you?" She asked as she places the paper on the desk and pass me a handful of it for me to do the same.

"Yes, I want him to actually enter at least one of his classes," I said quickly, grabbing my backpack from the floor and getting up from my seat.

"Wha-" She asked not understanding why I said the last part.

Ring, Ring, Ring

"Gatta go, bye. Wait for me please!" I hurry to the secret door.

"Babe, in your dreams" she screamed once the door was shut behind me. I ran through the empty classroom, that somehow had the lights on.  I looked at the lights of the classroom with oddness.

Not ever have I seen this classroom with the lights on. It was something pretty big and weird.

I snapped out of it and ran to the classroom door and jabbed on it to open it, stepping unto the main hallway. The main hallway was cramped up by Seniors, Juniors, sophomore, and freshman students. All shoving, pushing, and trying to do everything they could to make it on time to their next class.

I took a moment to prepare myself for that kind of torture as I was going to the opposite direction where the Senior hall was located.

Shoving myself inside the massive wave of students I made my way through with the help of an oblivious gigantic senior who made a small path for himself.

As I entered the Senior hallway I looked directly at Cris locker to see it empty with nobody around it.

People took Cristian Conner seriously. Even looking at his locker could make him start a fight. Believe me, I know.

As I searched for him in the hallway I finally saw the back of his head as he nodded to something someone was telling him.

As I approached them it was clear that the person talking to Cris was the sweet, kind, adorable Marisa. Everyone loves Marisa. He seemed relaxed with her. Hell! He was smiling with her.

Something thag took me practically four minutes to do sixty minutes ago. I don't know if it was me but that kind of made me realize things more clearly.

And yet...he said he wanted nothing to do with her. I believe him

I still could help the jealousy and hurt that was soaring through my body making me angry at everything.

I could let him see me that way again. No more showing your jealousy. It's time to take action.

I walked towards them, preparing the bet fake smile that I could master. No good at acting! 

"Hello!" I said placing a hand on Cris back and interrupting their conversation. "I'm so sorry to interrupt."

Cris smile went away immediately once he looks at me. Way to make a girl feel special.

"Oh hey. Truth, right? Dylan's sister?" Marisa jumped at my presence and the smiled at me.

"That's me!" I said still with the stupid smile on my face. I grabbed Conner's elbow making my claim.

"Oh, you're so gorgeous, no surprise there. I'm Marisa nice to meet you" she said not realizing what I was doing. Why is she so nice?

She extended her hand towards me for a handshake.

"Nice meeting you too," I said grabbing her hand and shaking it.

"Here you go. Wear it or we won't have a deal" Cris said quickly making us drop the handshake as he passes me the jacket that was resting on his shoulders.

"Thanks, babe," I said smiling at him and pressing my lips to his cheeks. I turned to Marisa and smiled at her. "I'm heading to the gym want to walk me?" I asked Cris still looking directly at her "babe," I added once he didn't respond.

"I would bu-" he started to answer me but caught him off.

"Marisa can join us too. Right?" I looked at her hoping that she would say no.

"Um... Sure, yes. Why not?" Damn it!

"See? Come babe deliver me to class" I said again nudging him to talk.

"I thought you wanted me to enter mine." He said looking at me. What's his deal! Just love me damn it.

"And you will, we have a deal," I responded with a firm nod.

"You are not wearing the jacket...yet, and my class is the other way," he said again with another poor excuse.

"Hey CC, come on. Stop with the excuses, we can get to the next class together"

Cc? What the fuck! That doesn't even sound manly. Poor Conner with that stupid nickname. I mean seriously? CC?

He looked at her and sighed. Sure, let her call you that. Sure, just come back with her. Sure, let her persuade you. Sure, why not just fuck her in front of me?

This is just the jealousy talking. Stop being so petty. She is just a girl. A girl he told you that you have nothing to worry about.

I only wish to believe him.

Inhale, exhaled.

Put on a tight smile and wish for everything to be over.

"Yea, you won't be alone on the way back, " I said through my teeth and locked jaw.

"Let's go." He said rolling his eyes at me. Now you are annoyed with me?

"Yay! Thank you, Marisa"

Once we started to walk towards the main hallway I grabbed Conner's hand and intertwine out finger.

I felt like it was the perfect fit, but that's just in my head because Conner again looked at me with a questioning stare and then rolled his eyes at my action.

I smiled up at Marisa again.

"No problem," she said nodding her head while hugging herself beside Conner.

We walked silently through the halls as all the student commotion ceased to exist. The awkward tension between the three of us made me regret the decision to invite her. The tension was so intense that started asking myself why was I even there in the first place.

I didn't want to put the stupid jacket! I didn't want Cris to win the stupid argument about my clothes.

I cleared my throat once I caught Marisa looking at Conner's free hand.

What the fuck are you think stupid bimbo?

I hugged Cris's arm and let a sacrificed sight leave my lips. I went up my toes and kiss his cheeks again, smiling at him once he looked back at me.

I thought he was okay with it or that he would just ignore it like everything  I've been doing since I met Marisa, but he turned his face away from me and let go of my hand. Looking fed up with my actions.

He pushed me away from him gently not saying a word to me about. I could see from the corner of my eyes that Marisa seemed pleased by the actions he took.

My heart sank to my stomach at the possibility of Conner actually joking around with me. Was I really only a laugh for him?

Suddenly I didn't even want to be at the same school as him. Or breathe the same air. I was actually thankful for him for pushing me away.

I kept my head high looking ahead, ignoring my desire to cry in front of them.

You big cry baby. Poor you

Stop mocking me!

"So... C.C. you didn't tell you were dating your best friend sister," Marisa said smiling up at him.

"It's complicated." He said sternly. Plain and simple. That's how he really wants to play at it.

Fine by me.

Truth! Put your slutty, overpowering, and overcoming self in me now

Shut up. Not now. We lost accept it

Hay! I need you right now. Don't let me down.

"What's complicating about telling her babe? I don't see anything complicated about our relationship in fact I'm pretty happy and comfortable with everything." I finally said once I thought about what I need to say.

"I don't know, maybe the fact that Dylan wanted to kill me when he first found out?" Excuses. That was exactly a week ago. Dylan although he is still voicing out his discomfort with our relationship he was coming around to accept it.

"Oh don't be exaggerating. He bearly touched you, babe" I said like it was nothing. I put on my oh-so-famous fake smile back on my face. I'm back bitches!

"We are here! Nice to meet you, see you around Truth" Marisa said in a hurry once we were at the entrance of the gym.

They both turned around quickly while I just looked at the back of Conners's head.

"Aren't you going to kiss me goodbye?" I asked with a pout on my lips, grabbing his attention.

"We are going to see each other at lunch, " He said blankly. What was wrong with this stupid asshole? 

"Oh so now you don't want to kiss me?" I asked again making it look seductively while I bit my bottom lip.

"Truth, " he said warningly with his eyes filled with annoyance and a trace of anger.

"Fine! Be at my table at lunch, do not skip it. It's my turn today" I said dropping the topic and smiling so sweet and innocent at him.

I turned around a punched the gym doors open sick and tired of his attitude.

"Truth," he said behind me again in the same tone he uses.

"What?" I turned around to look at him and he sighed. He walked towards me and grabbed me by the waist looking directly into my eyes.

Let me know with his eyes that he wasn't mad at me just annoyed by the way I acted.

His eyes held the glint that I was looking for through this entire tensed and awkwardly walk.

He then finally brought me towards him.

"C.C. it's getting late." of course she had to interrupt us with her angelic voice.

He looked back at her and nodded without letting me go. I looked from Marisa to Conner back and forth and just could stand the way she was looking at him with puppy eyes.

It irritated me.

"You know what? Forget it, spend time with your friends today." I said dropping my fake smile. Being sick of it all, and pushed him away from me.

I tired around again and pushed the door and enter it before Cris could tell me something or stop me.

As I was about to close the huge wood door Marisa's voice stopped me.

"She is a bit fake." Damn! What happened to the nice girl?

I slid my foot between the door to maintain it open and hid behind it.

"Yes... She was being"
Happy?
Fake?
Intense? "...not herself," he ended up saying.

"How is she then?" She asked. I couldn't see much from behind the door but I could hear fake when I hear one. And her interest in me was F. A. K. E.

"She is less smiley, more down to earth. She can be antisocial, scratch that she is way antisocial." He answered back. I could hear something in his voice but I could distinguish what was it. "She doesn't even make the effort to talk to anyone but her friends. And she acts like she doesn't care." He added. Thanks for making me sound so heartless.

"Is she mean o-or what?" Oh, would you wish I was?

"Mean? No never. Truth can't even hurt a fly." Only in my head!

"Then why are you with her? You two seem so opposite" We are. We are also in the middle of a deal where it doesn't concern you. Now take your paws off my man!

"Because she is Truth and like I said it's complicated, we should go." That's the only reason? I mean I could've done so much better.

"So, you're with her because of her brother?" What does this have to do with my brother?

"No, don't put those fucking words in my mouth." All of a sudden Cris' voice boom through the hallway. It made me jumped from the surprise and take my foot off the door. The door was about to slam against each other and I was about to get caught.

In my quick think, I put my hand between it squashing my hand in the process.

A huge pain surfaces from my squashed hand that was keeping a little gap between the doors.

This huge urge to scream from agony comes through me. I slammed my other hand in my mouth stopping any sound from coming out.

"Hey, fine. Don't get so worked up." Marisa's quickly voice made it to my ears making the urge to scream even bigger

Fucking hell. What the fuck do I do now?

"Fuck off and stop trying to make Truth look like a worm next to you." I wasn't interest in this conversation/ argument anymore

All I wanted to do was cry but I held it back in fear of making a sound.

"I wasn't trying to do that, I promise." Shut up! You worthless girl. Shit sorry, I didn't mean to sound so cruel.

"Let's get to class. I got a promise to keep." My heart fluttered for a second at his words but it went away when all this feeling came rushing back.

Pent up frustration
Anger
Misery

"But she was not wearing the jacket? It's late, let's cut this class."
I will fucking rip your eyes out if you keep trying to get my man in front of me while I'm practically dying.

"No." Was all the Cris said

I didn't know what to do. I could move. Not breathe and I wouldn't let my tears drop. I wouldn't let myself scream.

"Come on! The Royal Bad Boy doesn't want to cut class with a hot girl? That sounds so wrong."

By now everything that she said wasn't important to me. My hand was still being squashed and turning purple by the second.

I could hear Coach's voice yelling instructions at the teenagers.

My breath was still stuck in my throat, making me woozy and light-headed

"Stop! Shut the fuck up. We are going to enter the fucking stupid class and that's that."

Just go, please go!
Leave!!

"Fine, okay, " her voice sounded timid. I could hear their foots steps fade ways from the door but my breath still wouldn't come back to me.

"Miss. SANTANA"
SHIT! I move away from the door yanking my hand off from it. The screams caught themselves in my throat.

The only thing that could be heard from me was a faint, "Yes?"

"Why are you standing there?! Go change! We are doing dodge ball today," The Coach screamed at me from far away not analyzing the situation I'm in.

All these feelings and dizziness made my stomach go stiff in a matter of seconds.

"Actually Coach. I think I need to go to the nurse."

I don't think. I know.
I know for a fact that my hand is broken
I know that at any second my stomach will be all over the floor
I know that I need to go to the nurse

"No one's going to the nurse today. Not in my hour!" His screams made me my head pound and the content of my stomach to rise up.

"But Coach..." I tried saying while I hold my broken hand

"Get change Santana!"

Everything magnified at full speed. I could breathe nor speak.

"But Coach I think I'm going to hurl-" I tried speaking up but all that left my lips was a whisper which seems to me like it was a scream since my head decided to heighten everything that I could possibly hear.

The food from this morning just went out from my mouth and into the squeaky clean floors. The yucky substance on the floor spread around getting in my sandals. That disgusting feeling almost made me was to vomit again but I held it in. My throat throb in discomfort as the acid from my stomach made everything worse.

The ache in my hand multiplied itself

"Goodness Santana! Take that outside." You asshole, this is your fault! Sorry!

"Can I go to the nurse?" I tried to say again but Layla's voice rang in my ears. I could see the girls running towards me. And that horrible feeling from just seconds ago came back at me.

"Truth! Are you okay?" Layla said once she was at a safe distance from the vomit on the floor.

"Yes, I'm fin-" I tried saying but couldn't control my reaction to the immense pain that I felt.

I threw up again, making Layla and everyone else back away from me.

"Oh!"

"I think my hand is broken" I whispered once I stopped throwing up. I moved my hand for everyone to see.

The hand was covered in every color that I know of. My vision blurred a little and I stumbled backward. My hand throbbed in a horrible manner.

" Oh my... Ms. Evan take Ms. Santana to the nurse"  Coach voice was heard thought the entire gym.

Or maybe it was me?

"Yes Coach," Layla said quickly, dodging the icky substance she grabbed me by the shoulder and opened the gym doors for me.

"Hey! You! Call the janitor."

We could hear Couch call another student, in the gym while the door closed behind us.

"My God Truth! What the fuck did you do?"

"I don't feel well?" I said trying to fight the feeling of throwing up again from the sudden movements

"No shit!" Layla screamed at me

I could feel her anger and worry oozing out her but I just couldn't care less.

"I jinx it. I jinx my day"

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Author's Note

Heyy
Super duper long chapter CHECK ✔︎
So sorry for not updating in one month!
One month! I almost lost my shit when I saw it.

I am truly sorry BUT I made this extra extra long chapter to compensate for it.
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Truth's Outfit

Cris' Jean Jacket

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