Santana Lopez (sg_santana) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2012-01-10 19:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: thread, -2012: january, wanted character: mercedes jones, wanted character: santana lopez, ~scene lottery |
thread: Santana and Mercedes scare some nerds (extensiveness)
Who: Mercedes and Santana
When: Jan 10, lunch
Where: McKinley; the library
What: SCENE LOTTERY (Better late than never, right?) - Santana and Mercedes bump into each other in an unlikely place.
Santana stared at herself in the reflective glass panel of the door. She frowned. Quickly, she cast a glance over each shoulder, then took a deep breath and wrapped her fingers around the door handle. "Now or never," she murmured almost inaudibly and pushed the door open. She let it close noisily behind her as she strode forwards quickly, earning a glare from the withered old lady hunched behind the desk.
God, she'd been inside for 3 seconds and she was already mortified. Not to mention bored. She kept walking. Her destination offered shelter from the potential prying eyes of people passing by the doors. "Since when is Wikipedia not considered a real source anyway?" she asked whoever might be listening, moving quickly through the aisle of books until she found the section she was looking for. The nerdy library-dwellers kept their heads fixed down on their books as she passed. Teachers, seriously. Wikipedia was totally reliable. There were millions of nerds who spent their whole lives lurking on the pages, waiting to spring and correct somebody's spelling or erase their helpful contributions. It'd only taken 12 seconds for somebody to delete the paragraph Santana'd added to Katy Perry's page about her incestual relationship with her cousin. Somebody'd even 'fixed' her section on Olivia Newton John's sex-change. Lame.
But whatever. If the teacher wasn't willing to open his eyes to the wonders of the internet, it was his loss. And Santana'd just have to give him his stupid text references. Which meant venturing into the depths of the library. This whole caring-about-grades thing was whack. She rolled her eyes at the spines of the books, turning the corner to get to the next row of books, and promptly bumped into someone.
"Watch where you're going," she said automatically, tossing her hair as she looked up to glare at whoever it was that was standing in her way.