Told you I'd be back soon... ;)
Early during 'What Boys Can't Provide' I knew that I wanted to write a sequel because I loved it so much. Hope those followers are also with me now and welcome new ones!
Let's get straight to business with chapter one.
Santana's point of view:
I'm a woman – I can do this. God, if it only was that easy…
My hands are shaking and my knees are freakin' wobbly. I don't remember the last time I felt like this. Maybe on college graduation day? Nah… I was nervous then but in a very good way.
Maybe Brittany's and my 'first date' at that Chinese restaurant after we had been on a break for almost five months? Well, my knees were definitely feeling like jelly then but in a good way, too.
I guess the last time I felt as nervous and sick as I do now, was during my job interview two months ago. Which leads me back to the reason why my hands are sweaty and my heart is about to beat out of my chest right now - although I stammered like an idiot when sitting in front of the principal, I somehow got the job. He must have thought I was superhot because I babbled silly things that didn't make sense at all.
And now as a result I'm standing outside of this classroom and can hear the voices of the kids from my very first English class.
I throw another look down my own body. Nice blouse, nice pants, super nice shoes. Great bag, great watch… I remember that my hair and make-up looked perfect just a minute ago when I was in the restroom. Everything is just fine and still I feel like I'm about to accept the Nobel price and hold a speech in front of hundreds of highly intelligent people. No… this is worse. I'm about to stand in front of twenty seventeen-year-olds who are eagerly waiting to get the chance to judge me. Their eyes will be glued to my body the whole forty-five minutes and they will analyze every single detail about my appearance.
Will they figure out that I'm gay on the very first day? Oh, what the heck, that is so not important. But it is a junior class in high school – they probably cannot wait to find out more about my private life. I'm not that much older than them and when you're at that age at high school? Having a young teacher is brilliant. It's too much fun. I remember my Spanish teacher at high school, Eva Garcia, who was young, beautiful, funny and so nice. Everybody loved her. But at the same time she was target of everyone's glances, talks and gossips. It happens automatically.
I take a deep breath and think of what Brittany told me this morning before I left our apartment.
"You're not freaking out, are you? You can do this… seriously, get your butt on the street or you'll be late. You don't wanna be late on your first day, right Lopez?" I chuckle and remember how I got a rush of butterflies through my stomach when Brittany got up from the kitchen table and walked towards me. Her hair still messy, her body dressed with nothing but a tanktop and hotpants. She got up so early only to wish me luck for my first day. She grabbed my hands and kissed both of them before pulling me into a hug. "You're gonna be so great at teaching, Santana. The kids will love you… skip homework today and you'll be their favorite teacher." She cupped my face and then kissed me passionately. It ruined my carefully put on lipstick but it was so worth it.
But now that I'm standing in front of this classroom, the butterflies have turned into dinosaurs and I wish I could turn around and run away. Pssht – that would be dumb. I didn't get this far to throw it all away. I didn't come here to Chicago to fail. I can't fail. I need to prove to Brittany that she made the right choice when she decided to move here with me, so we could be together. I can't fail because I need this job to pay for our apartment since Brittany is only working part-time at the Café. It's not just a Café though – at exactly 8pm the 'Chickago' turns into a bar with awesome music and awesome drinks and hot girls dancing on the counter. I guess you could compare it to the Coyote Ugly with Piper Perabo… only that it's a nice Café during the day.
I need to prove to Brittany that everything will be worth it and that she and I are gonna make it. We've been through worse than this… such as a secret but passionate affair during our senior year at high school that turned into a painful on-and-off game. It continued in college where we met again and eventually became a couple after one bloody hard piece of work (gay beards, homophobic mothers and ultimatums included).
I feel like we've grown stronger than ever, now that we're here and on our own. It'll take a while until we make new friends and feel completely at home. Brittany's everything I have… if I disappoint her then I'll never forgive myself for asking her to join me.
Anyways… this teaching job is the reason we came here – failing is not an option.
Sorry it's a short one but I thought I'd start easy to find out if you still like it at all. Who's with me from What Boys Can't Provide? Does it feel like it could be a sequel?
I won't be able to update so often because I'm CRAZY busy with my studies until summer. But I'll do my best and write in between :)
Hope to get to read some opinions, thoughts, anythings!