You're hot then you're cold, you're yes then you're no...

[iwannabedirty]

Who: jewhawk and iwannabedirty
When: The day after this at school in the morning
Where: School hallway
What: Puck's a bitch Aftermath
Rating: PG-13 or R for language

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[jewhawk]

Puck looked up ahead of him as he walked down the hall and saw Santana waving at him. His emotions flooded him as he thought about the night before. No one in the world knew the hell Puck was going through, but Santana. He'd had to go home the night before to his house, where his father had spent the night. And he'd been awake most of the night, pissed off at the bastard for invading the lives he'd chosen to leave.

But then there was the matter of Santana. Having her see him like that... Drunk and stupid, and red-eyed from tears? It was too damn much. She'd see him weaker than most ever had far before that, but the previous night? That had been too damn much.

Walking past her, he raised an eyebrow and flippantly shot back, "Sup, skank?"

[iwannabedirty]

Even though that sort of response was exactly what Santana had expected, she couldn't help feeling a little hurt. He was such a bitch, sometimes. Crying over his daddy coming home -- oh how terrible -- then PMSing because he'd dared to show a little emotion to her. What was she going to do? Tell the whole school. She didn't operate that way, not with a friend like Puck. But now that he was hurling insults, she was severely tempted.

She narrowed her eyes at him and flipped him off. "Wouldn't be talking, manwhore," she retorted.

[jewhawk]

"Oh, yeah?" Puck replied, trying to play it cool. If she'd been a guy, he would've shoved her into the locker, but he couldn't do that to a girl. "Pretty sure I just saw a member of the football team you haven't fucked yet... He went that way. If you run, you might catch him."

Even as he spoke, Puck hated himself for what he was saying. Santana was probably the realest friend he had, and of everyone he knew, she was the one person he fucked over the most. But that was the Puck underneath the shell, and the shell wasn't giving in. She'd seen him weak, and now she had to know that he wasn't a pussy.

[iwannabedirty]

Santana's jaw clenched. Puck, of all people, knew Santana had slept with a total of two people since she'd been sexually active. Him and Brittany. That was it. Brittany was the one who slept around, not Santana. Santana, of course, always played it off like she was the slut. Brittany had enough insults slung at her for not being very smart, and Santana was too protective of her to let her be insulted any more than that.

"Oh no, he's all yours. Too many STDs for me. And he could use some fresh pussy," she hissed.

[jewhawk]

If she'd been fighting with anyone else, Puck would've complimented her on her kickass comeback. But considering how pissed he was, and that it was directed at him, he was in no condition to appreciate it. "Oh, yeah? I never realized STDs were a deal breaker for you, San... Cuz I'm sure your girlfriend's got a few you didn't know about."

[iwannabedirty]

That did it, broke her. No one insulted Brittany in front of her and Puck was aware of that. Of course, what he was aware of didn't seem to affect this little bitch fight. Calmly, she put her books back in her locker and closed it before turning back to him and just as calmly hurling her fist toward his face, satisfied when she made contact with his eye. She didn't even care that he knuckles were screaming with pain. He deserved it, talking about Brittany like that.

"Go cry to Daddy, Puckerman," she hissed. And without another word, she brushed past him and made her way to the nurse's office, still clenching her fist. It hurt too much to unclench, and she was pretty sure she'd be meeting her dad at the hospital fairly soon.

[jewhawk]

When Santana stopped talking, Puck was satisfied that he'd won. Until her fist connected with his face. "Bitch!" he spat, though he knew deep down he'd deserved it. And before her hand had connected, his last thought had been how he was going to get back on her good side. After that, though? He wasn't entirely sure it was possible.

Her words stung even more than his eye did, and he held his hand over his eye, biting the inside of his cheek as he glanced around with his good eye to see how many people were watching the exchange. There were a few standing around, but as soon as he turned around, they all immediately looked away in fear of how the injured boy would take out his anger.