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"…Can someone show me to my dorm room? Or the cafeteria, at least." Keegan asked, tugging at his shirt with his fingers, not too keen on the new environment.
"If you told me your dorm number than I'd certainly show you to your room," Bennett smiled at the obviously new boy.
Calm Before The Storm || Bennett & Santana
One minute she’d been cradling her head, the next she was on the floor, Bennett’s face blurring quickly before it began to fade as her foot repeatedly slammed into Santana’s head. She didn’t remember fading out, her eyes shutting or her body shutting down as a way to cope with the pain and the pressure being repeatedly forced on her head. Santana wouldn’t know that Bennett called for help, or even if someone did, for all she knew, she could just be passed out on the floor - bruised and beaten, but at least she was still breathing - which is more than what she did to Bennett.
But Santana did remember waking up in an unfamiliar room, with beeping beside her head. “Nettie?” She asked, blinking the dust from grogginess from her eyes as she noticed her childhood friend sitting beside her. “Where am I?”
Bennett was taken back by the use of her childhood nickname. "You're in hospital," she bit the inside of her lip, feeling guilty as she was the reason that Santana was laying in the bed, even if the redhead felt that the brunette had deserved it. After a moment of staring curiously at the graduate, Bennett noticed a doctor enter the room, looking more at the redhead than the actual patient. "From the MRI, we know that Miss Romeo has some inflammation in her frontal lobe, which could possibly impact on her memory, or speech for a while," the woman informed, without so much as glancing at the brunette.
Calm Before The Storm || Bennett & Santana
"Not even in your dreams," the brunette spat, "even when I’m dead, I’ll be so much stronger than you. Mentally, physically, in each and every way." Her grin was cold and daunting but it was quickly swiped from her face as Bennett surprised the girl by slamming her into the metal poles of the lockers. She hadn’t even anticipated Bennett making such a quick movement whilst she goaded her. Pain immediately sprung to the graduates head, biting her lip to stop from crying out - the pain was so immense that she didn’t even consider turning to hurt Bennett again, her vision blurry before her.
Without replying to Santana, or even thinking about what she was doing, Bennett's hand grabbed the long brown-blond locks that belonged to the graduate, yanking on them harshly and using the motion to 'swing' her back into he lockers, before swiping her feet out from beneath her. Anger consumed the redhead, not leaving her aware of what she was doing, the only thing running through her head was the amount of torture that Santana had put Bennett through. With a swift kick, the senior's foot connected with the side of Santana's face, again and again, some hitting head head.
It wasn't until she was unconscious that Bennett realised what she'd done, immediately calling for help.
Calm Before The Storm || Bennett & Santana
By letting out a small cry when Bennett’s surprisingly hard fist connected with her jaw, Santana had certainly attracted the attention of a few students within the hallway, although they were quickly scattering in probable fear of another attempted-murder. Cupping the bone that would surely be bruised within the hour, Santana saw red, a dark haze coming over her as she swung for the redhead, the knuckles of her bony hand less than millimetres away from Bennett’s eye, the only thing stopping her was not wanting the girl to sustain something that might take away the brunette’s fun of her seeing upcoming torture. “You think you’re stronger than me, Benny-boo? Do you really think that a few boxing classes will beat my natural strength and power?”
A minuscule amount of satisfaction rose in Bennett's throat as not only students scattered, but as Santana let out the cry of obvious pain, or surprise, but the redhead was going to tell herself it was pain. A pale hand shot up to cup the black eye she'd shortly receive, thankful that Santana hadn't actually made contact with her actual eye, just the surrounding skin and bones."I know I'm stronger than you," she whimpered meekly, her tone going against the words that were meant to come across as powerful. Taking a deep breath, Bennett tried to take the brunette by surprise by using all of her weight to shove her against the meeting point between two lockers - the hardest, least maleable part.
Calm Before The Storm || Bennett & Santana
Surprised by the quick shoves that were delivered to her shoulders, Santana stumbled back a few paces before regaining her composure. “Oh you little bitch,” the almost-adult snarled, shoving Bennett back with all her strength, angry that the redhead was fighting back against her - or more like she wasn’t used to it. “I’d really rather you didn’t,” she clenched her jaw, shoving Bennett again, in reply to the second ‘fuck you’ the repeating-senior had let out.
Bennett stumbled back more than a few paces, shocked at the strength that Santana possessed, not being aware of quite how strong her ex-childhood friend was. It was a miracle that the shorter of the two teenagers didn't fall over, managing to grasp onto one of the lockers lining the walls of the long corridor. After the happenings during her time in Amsterdam, Bennett had taken it upon herself to learn to protect herself, via martial art and boxing classes, among others, which were now all helping her as she brought her fist up, connecting it smoothly with the side of Santana's jaw.
Calm Before The Storm || Bennett & Santana
"As accidental as that was, I can’t help but see the irony," Santana laughed with a cold tone, her eyes burning holes into the coffee that was now staining Bennett’s clothes and pale skin. "Couldn’t have happened to a worse person," her tone was sickly sweet but her eyes shot daggers into Bennett’s face, every fibre of the brunette wanting to tortuously tear the redhead apart. "Why so angry?" She pouted falsely to add to what Santana perceived to be Bennett’s anger.
"Fuck you, Santana," Bennett spat back, tugging the coffee-drenched clothes from her skin in false hope that they might not stick to her skin and leave her in desperate for a shower - although the liquid drying in her hair told her that she'd be stinking of the drink before the hour was up. "Fuck you," she repeated again, punctuating her words with hard shoves to Santana. Bennett was sick of being pushed around, and wasn't going to put up with it anymore - or so she told herself.
"But when he knows how vulgur and disgusting his ‘sons’ are, he’ll be pissed for leaving his beautiful daughter for them" Brennan whispered, kissing her cheek, "Why do you give a shit about him then? You need to think about yourself. Get back for the pain they caused you. Give them exactly what they deserve". He sat up beside her, placing his arm over her shoulder, "See, I don’t think I know the words as well as you do" he chuckled, "But I’ll try and be an alright Prince as you’re already a perfect Princess"
"No he won't. He can't even bare to look at me most the time. Our relationship went down hill when he realised how much I look like my mom." Bennett sighed. "I don't give a shit about them, but my dad does. N-No, B, they're too smart for me to catch them out...always ten steps ahead." The redhead leant into Brennan's side, using it like a pillow-post. "No one knows the words like I do," she giggled, letting her mind settle into the movie. "I'm not perfect at all, I'm..." dirty, ruined, imperfect, many words sprung to her brain, "not perfect at all."
Charmaine didn’t answer and just kept soothing the young boy, rubbing his back as he cried. “I don’t know. I just know that I couldn’t leave him to die because of a beating. I don’t know what I’m doing Bennett,” she said, starting to to cry.
"You did the brave thing," Bennett said quietly before her friend began to cry as she clung to the child. "Hey, hey, no don't cry," she moved towards the brunette, rubbing her back soothingly. "Listen, why don't we just settle him down and decide your best move from now after he's asleep and we've got you settled with some tea?"
"Rightfully so, toots."
"I honestly don't see anything to be cocky over, toots."
"He sounds like one. You have to be careful." Lydia figured if it happened once, it could always happen again. She didn’t like the idea of Bennett keeping it bottled up, either. "It won’t be a burden. And it’s not totally over if you have memories about it…" Her mind reeled with the possibilities of what could have happened, serving only to make her more concerned. "I just want to help."
"I'm always careful," she said with a slight sigh to her voice. "It just doesn't matter, no point crying over spilt milk, right?" Bennett didn't want to be looked at with the pity or shock that she knew Lydia would most likely look at her with, and so the redhead was adamant that the blonde would not know. "I know you do, but you can't help. No one can."
That’s the part that I don’t remember, on top of all the other things that I can’t remember about that party.
Wow, that must've been one hell of a party then if you don't even remember it.
"Yeah, I suppose red headphones don’t stand out on red hair and clothing. Nothing, I’m just really into the Pinkprint at the moment.”
"No, they tend to blend in since they are the same color. I haven’t even heard of that song so I wouldn’t know how great that song was."
"I guess I'll be investing in some new headphones or at least some hair dye so next time my headphones can be noticed. It's not a song, it's Nicki Minaj's new album, you want to listen?"
Yay! I’m not that good either, but it’s still a lot of fun.
You're certainly better than I am, but I do have to agree on you with that.
"Because it’s the truth. And no. It’s just you in general."
"It's really not the truth, and if it's not true it can't 'be me in general'."
"I say you go for it. Hey since you were nice enough to give it back, how about I buy you some ice cream?"
"There is no way I'm turning down free ice cream, so I'll certainly take you up on that offer."
"Do what you want, carrot-patch." Landon rolled his eyes at her ‘confident’ tone, finding her to just be an annoying girl trying to be ‘hard’. "Oops, too late." His eyebrow raised. "You make the last three weeks and I’ll come to you, simple as. You overdose and die, then you’re not my problem anymore."
Sighing, Bennett let the nickname go, seeing that nothing she said was going to stop him from calling her that. "I thought we weren't your problem anyway, as long as we paid, there's no issue, right?" She question, raising an eyebrow. "But fine, you better come to me then."
