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𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌, 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑. The sweet scent of vanilla and coconut filled the blonde's nose, a scent that she had become more then familiar with. "Tana," the Cline murmured under her breath, her bite gripping onto the bottom of her lip.

" Did you just call me Santana ?"  a dulcet, almost honey melting voice asked. Aerin felt her eyes widen once she connected on who stood behind her, the apples of her cheeks turned too a violent shade of rosy red.

She quickly turned to face Catalina who's brows were furrowed so deep that the middle part had practically disappeared.

" No, No Of course not Catalina," Aerin responded nervously, a hand running loosely down the side of her neck whilst Catalina still clinged onto the blonde's waist. "I saw my empty Fanta bottle in the back of my locker, I've been looking for it," the girl quickly reached for one of the bottles that was stuck in between her textbook and backpack to show Cat.

"It's okay, you don't have to justify anything to me," the Guzman girl smirked as she ran a hand up the side of Aerin's  face the middle of her chin. 

Her lips brushed the blonde's, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that Catalina could inhale Aerin's breath, feel the warmth of her skin, and the taste of her lipstick lingered far after she had gone.

As the continued to fall deep into their kiss, Sam Evans approached the two with his hands in his pockets and his eyes slightly averted to the floor to respect their  privacy. He waited for some time to let them finish, but when they showed no sign of stopping he decided to make his presence known.

" Hello, Earth to Aerin ? Come in, Come in," Sam spoke up as he tried to imitate a mission control commander.

Aerin quickly broke from her kiss, much to Catalina dismay, and turned to face her good friend. "Blonde Biebs....Hey ! It's great to see you..uh, how long have you been standing there for ?" the girl asked nervously, her hands became clammy once she saw Sam nervously chew on his lower lip.

" I-I uh not that lon-"

" Did you enjoy the show, Samuel?"

Catalina smirked as she moved towards Sam to throw her arm over his shoulder. "Am I supposed to answer that question?" Sam responded in an inquisitive, to which Aerin shook her head in reassurance.

"Listen, I've got practice in a few...and if I'm late again Coach Sylvester's gonna demote me to the bottom of the pyramid, and put your loudmouth of an ex on top," Cat announced as finally removed her arm from Sam's shoulder, and leaned to place a kiss on her girlfriend's cheek.

" Bye Sam," Catalina smirked whilst her voice dragged out the last m in Sam's names. Once she had left the boy let out a huge sigh of relief and practically slammed his back against the locker that was next to Aerin.

" She's hot, but man that girl is touchy," Sam commented as watched Cat walk away with raised brows, her ponytail bouncing in sync with each step she made.

" What do the dudes in this school see in her ? I really don't get it. I mean, If she was True Jackson..then I would totally understand them thirsting over Catalina," Sam began aimlessly.

" True Jackson ? Like, True Jackson VP ?" Aerin questioned sardonically as she straightened the wrinkles that had formed on the creases of her hoodie arm, " She's a fictional character from a kids tv show."

" She's also a smart, hardworking person who's the Vice President of a successful fashion company,"  Sam interjected, folding his arms. Aerin playfully rolled her eyes, though Sam's weirdly new found love for a character in a Nickelodeon teen drama was super odd, it didn't really faze her  in the least; Sam was weird, and that's what she liked about him.

He was a weirdly, sweet human.

" So first practice of the season starts today, are you excited to show of those awesome catching skills ?" Sam encouraged as the two began to venture down the halls whilst kids clustered around them trying to get to their next classes, practically almost swallowing them whole. 

Aerin didn't know how to respond to Sam's question, because she didn't have the answer. How was the blonde supposed to be excited for 3 whole hour of mysoginistic name calling, judgemental glares and the possible slushie attacks that were waiting for her at arms reach.

Dave had already promised the girl that he was gonna make her pay, and Azimio had already created a smear campaign for Aerin on MySpace. He hadn't decided to threaten violence on the blonde, unlike his bodacious counterpart, it went against his ' moral code.'

" I'm a little bit nervous, everyone is basically out for my neck...especially the guys, especially Azimio," Aerin responded with a harsh swallow. Sam could sense her tenseness, and being the good friend that he was, the boy decided to reassure her that everything was going to be okay.

Once the two had finally reached the front of the choir room door Sam turned to his friend with a warm grin.

" Don't worry, Pickle, I won't let them get to you," Sam smiled whilst he raised his pinkie to Aerin as a token of his solitude to be the girl's unofficial bodyguard.

" Pinkie Promise"

Aerin nodded her head as she held onto the boy's pinkie with her own, letting out a small chuckle soon after. " Thanks, Blonde Biebs...you're the best. But Pickle ? Where did you get that  from?"

" I'm not sure really, you just suit that nickname," Sam replied, narrowing his eyes to examine Aerin's facial features, the boy then began to think of better alternative nicknames that would be catchier. "That or Big Tuna, or maybe Q-Tip, or-"

" Pickle is just fine Sam, I love it, In fact I'll get it tattooed on my face in the future as a reminder of our undying friendship for one another," Aerin replied in an unintended sarcastic tone, cutting off Sam mid sentence.

" Not the face, that's the most precious feature on you...not that I like your face in the romantic way or anything, I'm just being friendly...y'know cause were friends," Sam rambled as he tried to backtrack and rephrase the sentence he had uttered just seconds ago.

Just as Aerin was about to entertain Sam's funnily awkward response with a subpar witty remark, a familiar aroma filled the air. Vanilla and Coconut, that signature scent only belonged to one person, one girl, the one who still lingered aimlessly in the Cline's mind.

Santana didn't sport her normal Cheerios uniform that she wore on the daily. Instead, the Latina had chosen to go for a more 'chic' look. Thigh high boots, a tight floral print dress with a faux leather biker jacket to match it, this wasn't her.

" Oh look, if it isn't Trouts McTrouty Mouth and Fish Lips McGee, together in holy matrimony," Santana greeted, pausing square in the middle of the two.

" What's with the sudden fashion change, won't Sue crucify you for not wearing your Cheerios uniform ?" Aerin asked with a semi raised eyebrow.

" I decided to change up my style, do you like it ?" Santana asked as she twirled on her heel, a smirk formed on the girl's upper lip once she saw Aerin's reaction to the dress. " Break-ups do a lot to a person, some crumble into despair and decide to drown themselves in pints of ice cream and tears," she began with her hand placed firmly on her hip.

" And others, like myself, choose to move like the wind and blow gracefully into the next era of our lives," Santana concluded, her tone went soft and sort of hollow once she caught sight of Aerin's deep frown. The  girl quickly shook of the somber feeling that was slowly creeping within her,  Aerin broke up with her first, why would she feel bad ?

" Yeah, well you don't see me dolled up in my smallest mini skirt walking around school like it's nothing," Aerin shot back.

" No, your new slut of a girlfriend's got you covered on that one," Santana spat.

" Take that back !" Aerin hissed as she moved to shove Santana unexpectedly which made the raven haired girl retaliate and return Aerin's forceful shove with a much stronger push.

" Make me, perra rubia !"

Sam could sense that the situation was going south real quick, to stop Santana and Aerin from tearing each other's hairs out the boy made a human barrier out of himself and pushed the two apart with both his hands. "Hey, C'mon you guys shouldn't be fighting like this...you're Aerin and Santana, Santana and Aerin..you two are like peanut butter and raspberry jam, a sweet a salty combination that just works."

" Raspberry jam is disgusting," Santana scoffed as she lightly shoved Sam's hand of her front shoulder.

As the school bell echoed in the corridors Santana dusted herself off and gave Aerin one last glare before she and Sam disappeared into the choir room, leaving the Cline alone with her thoughts.

𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐒. 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆  in the boys locker room. Coach Bieste had called everyone in for a 'pep-talk' before practice to hype them up for the season to come.

" Last Semester, you guys played like a bunch of sloppy, uncoordinated babies, it near damn appalled me to see how much you people sucked out there," Coach Bieste began, pacing from the left side to the right of her whiteboard.

" Our stats have never been lower, and if we don't pick up the pace we'll plummet deep and this school will become a bigger laughing stock then it already is," Shannon continued as Aerin looked up at Mike with a furrowed brow.

" I blame Hudson, Coach, he decided to abandoned us for his Gay Club  when we crucially need him, the boy betrayed his brothers and that just ain't right,"  Azimio snarled with anger, crossing his arms.

"...Assholes," Aerin groaned under her breath, which made Mike let out a chuckle once he heard her. Unfortunately, Karofsky had also been in earshot of they girl as well, and there was no guarantee that he hadn't heard what she said either.

" Have you got something to say Princess ?" Karofsky asked with an amplified boom in his voice, which subsequently gathered the attention of everyone who sat in the locker room.

" No," Aerin responded in a low tone as she crossed her arms over her chest . "Do you, Princess ?"

Mike and Sam both looked at one another with a 'she did not just say that' facial expression before the two both tried to bite back the impending laugh that was currently trapped in their throats.

" Hey, Hey, Hey ! Would you three quit yapping and focus on the board," Coach  Bieste said loudly, bringing the conversation back to her.  Aerin could still see Dave glaring deeply into her soul from the corner of his eyes, and for some reason, it made the girl smile ten times wider.

" See this circle right here, this is Sam he'll be on the right with Randolph set just in front of him," Coach Bieste instructed as she used her extendable telescopic pointer to guide everyone's eyes to the small yellow circle which represented Sam.

" Adams, Karofsky, Daniels, Munro and Chang you'll be in a singular line down at the center point-" Coach Bieste continued.

" What about me Coach ?" Atticus questioned in a puzzled tone as he accidentally cutting the football coach off mid sentence. Coach Bieste look to the boy and slightly rolled her eyes,  "Son, you'll be filling in for Puckerman for the time being since he's too indulged in that Glee Club at the moment."

Aerin hesitantly raised her hand, "And me ? Where do I fit into this equation Coach ?" Coach Bieste lifted her head to meet the blonde's eager eyes, so fully of hope and star potential.

" I don't say this often to newbies but I want you front and center, we're gonna need those vigorous athletic skills of yours."

In that moment, Aerin felt her whole face light up with the excitement  that was stirring from within her stomach. Front and center, nobody ever got that position on their first day, maybe things were looking up for her after all.

𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 !

new chapter purr how are y'all feeling about it and how are you guys liking Catalina so far ?
I hated make my babies fight 🥺 but I also love that Sam turned into their couples therapist for a hot minute.
I'm not sure when the next chapter will be out, since I'm currently doing exams ( still ) writing out the rest of szn 2 for bonfire heart and planning the rest of the story for my apply pic (busy, busy..)
but I'll keep you guys updated when I do 😽
ANYWAYSS..I hope you have a good day/night
RONNIE FUCKING LOVES YOU ❤️