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Who: Santana and Jesse
What: Santana and Jesse meet up again
Where: Math class
When: Friday afternoon
Warning: None
Santana tapped her pencil on the blank paper in front of her. She was in her least favorite class, bored out of her mind. If she didn't have a calculator, then she wasn't going to work. She didn't get how everyone else could solve these problems so easily.
Letting out a sigh, Santana let her mind wander. She had to go to that 'glee club' later. She was thinking of skipping out. She only joined just so she could have an excuse to use the music room. Now that she was apart of it, she didn't know what they even did other than sing. If they danced as well, she thought she could get that from cheerleading. She still needed to try out for cheerleading, and tryouts were fast approaching. Why deal with a bunch of singing losers?
Speaking of losers, what Sam had said to her kept running through her head. How the hell was she even supposed to change the minds of some of the people in Lima? She shook her head. She wished Sam was a blond again just so she could slap the dye job off of him.
Lost in thought, she didn't notice any familiar faces around.
What: Santana and Jesse meet up again
Where: Math class
When: Friday afternoon
Warning: None
Santana tapped her pencil on the blank paper in front of her. She was in her least favorite class, bored out of her mind. If she didn't have a calculator, then she wasn't going to work. She didn't get how everyone else could solve these problems so easily.
Letting out a sigh, Santana let her mind wander. She had to go to that 'glee club' later. She was thinking of skipping out. She only joined just so she could have an excuse to use the music room. Now that she was apart of it, she didn't know what they even did other than sing. If they danced as well, she thought she could get that from cheerleading. She still needed to try out for cheerleading, and tryouts were fast approaching. Why deal with a bunch of singing losers?
Speaking of losers, what Sam had said to her kept running through her head. How the hell was she even supposed to change the minds of some of the people in Lima? She shook her head. She wished Sam was a blond again just so she could slap the dye job off of him.
Lost in thought, she didn't notice any familiar faces around.