𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒅 ❀ ! TR666
"i ain't know gianna would be more of a drug than the pills."
in which two people who absolutely cannot stand each other end up needing each other.
A LOVE LETTER TO GIANNA SANTANA.
!!!! warning, lots of mentions o...
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─◌✰್ gianna santana. saturday.
"awww look at you, not dressing like an emo 12 year old."
"awww, look at you, still running your mouth. you better be nice to me or we're staging a break up in front of everyone." i fought back as i got in the passenger seat. michael is really making me remember why the hell i hated his ass right now.
"it was a compliment, lil defensive ass."
"you know damn well you were just tryna get on my nerves." i sneered while looking over at him with his hand on the steering wheel. he looked over for a split second and started laughing, quickly looking back over.
"stop looking at me bruh."
"i'm supposed to be your 'girlfriend' today, i can look at you whenever i feel like it." i smiled at how dramatic he is. like, i glanced at him for 2 seconds, not 2 hours.
"also, can i wear your jacket? it would look good on me." i added. i mean, it would look better with what i'm wearing anyway. i don't even mean it in a gay ass 'CaN i HaVe YoUr JaCkEt BuBbA' way. i just simply want it for the drip.
"um, no. i'm wearing it for a reason." he said in a monotone voice. how is he already tired of me???
"another example of you being a terrible boyfriend." i said under my breath while leaning my head against the window. this is gonna be a long ass day, i can already tell.
"another example of you not shutting the fuck up." he said back. the tension between me and beating the fuck out of him is so strong.
"okay, pull over then." i snapped.
he laughed quietly while not making any effort to do what the fuck i said. "why?"
"so i can get my ass out!"
"yeah, no you not. calm down."
"alright, then i'm calling the cops on you for kidnapping." i grabbed out my phone, dialing '911' and showing him that i had it ready to call.
"psh, do it pussy." he laughed. "i'll tell em you half retarded and got dementia."
i let out the loudest sigh possible and rolled my eyes, slumping down in the seat, basically saying i had given up.
"exactly, i win." he smiled and reached over to put his hand on my thigh, then squeezed it a little.
i slapped his hand away and brought my knees up to my chest, preventing any chance of him putting it back. "bitch." i said quietly, making sure he could still faintly hear it.
suddenly he all the sudden slammed on the brakes like a fucking idiot. "oops." he shrugged.
"THE FUCK YOU MEAN 'OOPS'?! MY SOUL JUST LEFT MY BODY!" i scolded. "i'm not even wearing a damn seatbelt!"
