Little Miss Perfect

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The week goes on quietly and I just minded my own business. Sometimes I ended up hanging out with Cory in the library. The project, though, was something I was avoiding. I really couldn't face Nathan, so ditched English since, as that was the only lesson I shared with him. Bridgit and I just nodded at each other. She was not like my old friends- the ones who squeal and giggle.

My mother called me again, to remind me about her party. I ended up arguing with her because I was supposed to bring a date.

"I'm not bringing anyone!" I shouted.

"Sweetie, there will be cameras and-" she said. That's all she cared about. The cameras. The image. Not about a family getting together. For some reason, this angered me.

"Mum, you can stuff this party wherever! I'm not going!" I screamed.

"Darling...what about the letter?" she asked.

"If you really cared about Sam, you would have given me the letter!" I shouted.

"Don't you dare say I don't care about Sam! If it were the other way round, he would be-" she panted.

"Well, it's not the other way round is it? He never forgave you mother. Not after what you did." Tears were streaming down my face. "He's told me what he ever needed to tell me. Burn the letter. And I'm not doing you any favours, so coming to the party is the last thing I want to do. I don't give a sh*t what will happen to your f*cking company,"

"Sweetie-" she started, trying to make me change my mind.

"And don't you ever call me that," I was breaking down, and breaking down fast. The anger blinded me "I'm not your sweetie. And you're not my mother. Not after everything that's happened!" I cried.

"Look, Santana. You never gave me a chance. You-"

"LISTEN! I gave you a chance. For four years, I stayed there, waiting for you to come home, say sorry. You never did. You-"I sobbed."You...you...had your chance...and I would...would have forgiven you...but...you ran away mu-...you hid from us...and it's too late."

I dropped the phone. I kneeled on the floor. The room was closing in on me. I gasped for breath. Air. Space. I panted. The room span. Somehow, I managed to get up and out of the room. I ran outside and into the trees. I gasped for breath. Air. Oxygen. My head felt dizzy. The last thing I remembered was someone calling my name and falling into warm arms.

"Santana?"

I opened my eyes. A boy. The trees.

I got up suddenly.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Cory.

"You were running, and I saw you have a panic attack or something and you fell." he replied, his eyes full of concern and curiosity.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, softly.

I shook my head.

"Let's go somewhere," he said suddenly. "Forget it all, c'mon!"

I stood up, and he held out his hand. I hesitated, then grabbed it and ran with him.

We ran through the back field and he found an opening through the gate.

"Um...I have no clue where we're going, Cory," I said.

"Trust me," he said. "We got a whole weekend, so let's get away,"

Leaving the school premises for more than 24 hours was against the rules, but they probably wouldn't make too much of a fuss, because of my parents. But I was surprised. Cory, the good boy who kept his head down was ditching for a weekend? Unusual.

"You do know that this could get us into trouble, right?" I asked him.

"Yeah, but I had plans on going somewhere anyway, so they know," he said.

"Yeah, I had plans too," I said, meaning the party. "But they got cancelled,"

I wondered what everyone at home was doing. I wondered if they were going to be at the party. It would look very strange if the whole 'family' was there without me. I wondered what the press would think.

The bus stopped by the airport.

"C'mon," he called. "Time to go,"

Somehow, we ended up in a private jet, with champagne and no passports.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Who are my parents, you mean?" he corrected. "Owners of Georgia and Co, and managers to a few newspaper or magazine companies,"

I nodded. "Explains what you were doing in that school, but I thought you got a scholarship because of your grades,"

He shook his head. "I am a scholarship student. I wanted to do something for myself, you know, without parent's money. This is basically my only way out,"

"Out of running the company?" I asked.

He nodded.

Mark walked away for the same reason. My family expected him to run the company, but he wanted to make his own way in life. I left for a different, but same reason. I wanted my own way in life, but I don't mean occupation. In our family, Luke was the father, I was the mother and the twins were kids. I wanted my own family someday. Someone who can love me, and not my money. But I knew that that wouldn't happen with the money in the background. So I escaped. But I had one doubt. Would I ever be able to trust another man in my life again?