Little Miss Perfect

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

I found him in the library, hunched over a book with a hint of a frown on his head. As soon as I saw him, I realized how dumb I was for trying to look for him in the field or the cafeteria. Cory's second home was the library.

I had found him, but I had no idea what to say.

"Cory-" I started. He turned around and his bronze eyes weren't filled with the hatred I was dreading. Instead, I saw kindness and sympathy.

"Look, Santana, I'm sorry for telling you all that stuff," he said softly. "I shouldn't have dumped all my worries on you,"

I realized that he was too kind for his own good. One day he would let anyone walked all over him, and where would that leave him?

I was hoping I'd get this kind of reaction from him, to make it easier for me to apologize, but now I wished he would have been more cold towards me. Because this reaction made me feel worse. It made me feel like I owed him for his kindness. And I hated the feeling of owing someone.

"No Cory," I said gently. "It was my fault for walking out on you. I shouldn't have done that. You trusted me and I just... Anyway the point here is I shouldn't have done that and I'm sorry,"

"Sandy-" his face broke into a grin. "Hey...can I call you Sandy?"

"Sure," I said, and I knew we were friends again.

"Um...Sandy," he said, and clearly I saw that the mood had dampened between us. "I can only accept your apology if you make up with my brother,"

This hit me in the guts sharply. I had got my hopes up thinking he would easily forgive me. But making up Nathan would be almost impossible, knowing how much the guy hated me. But Cory was my friend and I had to do it for him.

"Where is he?" I asked Cory.

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I waited outside Nathan's room, unsure of whether I should go in or not. Cory had just given me the room number and directions and I walked slowly, in order to put off meeting him.

I knocked softly and I didn't hear a response. I knocked again, louder and, still, there was no response. I felt a wave of relief when I realized that he wasn't in there and that I could put off this meeting for longer. As I turned around to leave, I crashed into a hard chest.

"What do you want, slut?" asked Nathan, his eyes narrowed, firing tiny pupil sized bullets. I realized that I had hurt him badly. But for me it was impossible to think that rejection from someone like me had hurt him so bad, because he liked me. It was easier to believe that it was his ego, dealing with rejection, but I also knew that even though Nathan may seem to be hard and tough, he barely had enough self confidence, or an ego.

"I.." I squeaked out. This was not the Santana I knew. I had been through enough, and I had faced my fears at least once in my seventeen years. But I struggled with apologies.

"I came here to apologize," I said in a stronger voice. His eyes weren't narrowed, but his guard was still up. I was suddenly aware of how close we were. We were millimeters away from touching, as I had not moved away much when we had bumped. I could feel involuntary butterflies in my stomach and I tried to deny my feelings, but saying that I felt nothing would be lying.

I looked at him and saw that he was feeling how close me were aswell. There was a strange look to him eyes, like the one he had way back in the forest. I was trapped - the door was behind me and he was in front- so it was up to him on what to do. I looked at his lips. I remembered when I had kissed him the first time. We were sort of drunk but I couldn't forget the feeling. It was almost as good as Connor's kisses. Better.Connor. Connor's thoughts broke the feeling and as soon as I broke out of the trance, I noticed he had too. He took a step back and raised his eyebrow.

"Apologize?"he asked me.

I nodded.

"I'm sorry for..well sleeping with you and running off without explanation," I explained.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, which left it tousled, but gave him a wild, sexy look. His frown also appeared.

"Look...I had no reason to be mad at you 'cause you did what I always do to other girl" he said. "So...well..."

"So we're...um..." I said, trying to think of the right word. Friends wouldn't work. "Allies?"

He smirked and raised his eyebrow. "Allies? Sure," he said looking into my eyes. I felt the butterflies again.

"But...it depends on what you mean by allies," he said. All I wanted was to kiss him, however much I denied the feeling.

"How?" I chocked out.

"I guess alliea don't kiss or sleep with each other," he said. If I said that I wanted to be more that allies, it would make me sound clingy and weak. So I settled for allies, even thought there was nothing more I wanted to do that press my lips against his.

"Sure, allies that don't kiss or sleep with each other," I confirmed.

The mood was awkward between us now, and I tried to avoid meeting eyes with him, because of the butterflies he made me feel. But I felt his graze burning through me, and I looked at his eyes, which released the heated feeling at the pit of my stomach. He took one step closer and we were in the position we were in before. My skin hairs stood up. I looked at his lips and his eyes. Closer. Closer. I forgot how to breathe. Closer. Breathe. Closer. Suddenly I was met by his lips and I felt what people would say Fireworks. His mouth moved with my, his lips tasting salty.

His arm slid around my waist and he pulled me closer, breaking the tiny amount of space between us. I snaked my arm around his neck and into his hair, preventing him from pulling away. My other arm was on his chest, gripping his t-shirt.

He slid his hand into his back pocket and pulled out a key and let us into his room.

"f**k being allies," was the last thing I heard him say, before he began kissing my neck softly.