"Whats with your attitude lately? You think you can get away with that?" I ask pointing my finger acoustically.
"Of course I can" she sneers, glaring at me. It''s my turn to speak "Well we're supposed to be friends and you're acting like you're all that and bag of chips!" I say. "What a cheesy line, besides I am" Santana voices in a very angry tone and then she starts to walk away. I call after her "Hey I'm not finished with you yet!". She snarls at me again "What on earth could you have on me? You're nothing but a virgin who can't drive". Clueless our favorite movie, she was quoting it. In nothing sort of malicious manner. "What makes you think you're so special?" I ask looking directly at Santana.
She turns around "I don't know maybe my looks, my body, the way I shake my hips when I walk" I frown and reply "But you've got a shitty personality, at least for right now" calling after. She's starting to walk away and then turns "Like that matters" she says "Why wouldn't it?" I reply.
"You're so dumb, you know that? I only show off my shitty attiutude to those who are worthy of it. Not the millions of boys I've fucked. Who have you been laying down with lately? Oh that's right no one wants you"
"Its not that nobody wants me" I say "Its just that I haven't found the right person yet"
She looks surprised at the tears streaming down my face "Person? You a closet lesbian or something?" "No, I meant a guy" I quickly reply, she snarls and bites her lip hard "Of course you did, dyke. Always knew it"
"You know what I think? I think you're an insecure little brat" I say as mean as I can muster.
"What on earth would I have to be insecure about? Everyone around here knows I'm the best at everything"
"Except for lying, You feel like you're the worst so you act like you're the best"
She comes closer, dangerously close. "You're really gonna quote Mariana and the diamonds? That's my stick" "Dyke" she says I glare back at her "Takes one to know one" I stammer at the primadona girl.
She slams me up against the wall "What did you just say to me?"
"Nothing" I mutter. "Speak up! She yells. It feels like all the blood to my rushing to my head and then she kisses me hard. She releases and looks down. "So whos the dyke now?" I stammer.
"Still you" she says looking like shes about to cry. "Then what the hell was that?" I say rearranging my tousled locks.
She smiles and her tears are miraculously gone. "I just pulled the trigger"