CHAPTER 2- CONCERT

Santana P.O.V

"Sup," I say to Puck as I take a piece of bacon from his plate.

"No, no we don't do that," he says as he tries to take a piece of my bacon.

"No, no we don't do that," I mock him,and throw a piece of toast at him. Lucky him, he caught it with his face.

"No throwing food please," Holly says as she walks in to get some more orange juice.

"She started," Puck says as points to me.

"Lies, he's all lies," I yell.

"Whatever. Just finish your breakfast so we can go," Holly says as she walks out.

"Now look at what you did. We have to leave thanks to you," Puck says. Is he serious?

"I will kick you in the face if you won't stop lying."

"oh look at that we got to go," he says knowing that I will kick the stuffing out of his face.

"I'm not finished."

He walks to me and practically dumps all of my food in his mouth. "Look at that, yeah you are."

I get up and when my foot is up in mid air someone clears their throat. "Violence is never the answer. Now lets go!" Holly says.

"You're lucky," I growl at puck. I walk out of the kitchen, and to the front door. I get into my 2013 Ferrari F12berlinelta with Holly and Puck closely behind me. Hey when you're rich you tend to buy expensive things. I don't want to go to work.

Brittany P.O.V.

"No."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

If Brianna won't leave me alone. I think I'm gonna do it. Yeah, I'm going to punch a 13 year old. My little sister has been bugging me to get her tickets to see the famous Santana Lopez. Yeah thanks, but no thanks. Sure she has some good music, but when my sister goes on and on about this Santana I just want to explode. It's Santana this and Santana that. That's annoying as fudge.

"Okay if I'll get you the tickets will you leave me alone?" I ask hopefully. Already knowing the answer.

"OMG yes!" She squeals, and jumps up and down. She is way too happy.

"It's a deal," I say sticking my hand out for her to shake, so we can confirm the deal.

"I have to go tell Jessie!" She runs to her room totally forgetting my 's cool she can forget about my hand.