A/N: this is a bit long but other than that I hope you enjoy.
Santana POV:
"YOU THOUGHT I WAS FEELING YOU??!"
Now why in the fuck did I choose to let Mercedes take me to work this morning?? My car broke down yesterday evening and now I have to deal with this shit. She has the windows down, claiming she doesn't want to waste her fucking gas for a "short car ride". ITS 40 WHOLE MINUTES AWAY?!
I blankly stare at her from the corner of my eye. She's yelling the lyrics while jumping up and down in her seat. I put my hand on my face and sigh.
It's 6:15 in the morning and she has the music all the way up, wind blowing in my fucking face. THE SUN ISN'T EVEN UP YET. Please, I'm about to roll out of the car.
"COME ON SANTANA SING IT WITH ME!!" She pushes me a little. "THAT N-."
I lean forward and turn the music completely off. She looked at me shocked and offended. I look at her frustrated.
"Why did you turn the music off?? I didn't even tell you to touch my radio, Santana." She mugs me and rolls her eyes then turns back to the road.
I shrug my shoulders. "I don't care, it's too early for that shit." I lean back on the seat and close my eyes.
All of a sudden I feel a huge tug on my hair. I open my eyes, alarmed. I try to pull the hand that has a hold on my hair. "AHH WHAT THE FUCK??"
"Don't touch my radio no more. You're Never supposed to touch a black woman's radio." I don't even know how she's doing it. She has a hold on my hair and is still driving with her eyes on the road. Get it, I guess?
I lift up a little and arch my back to try to ease the pain while hissing. "Ok, ok. I'm sorry, I won't do it again." I rush out my voice cracking a little.
She lets go and points at me with a warning look. "Don't do it again." I rub my head with a frown. "Ok I guess." She glanced at me with her eyebrow raised. I put my hands up and sit back.
"Can you atleast turn on the air?"
She groans loudly and puts up the windows and turns on the air. I sigh in relief and smile at her thankfully. "Thanks, friend." She nods her head. "Yeah, yeah."
"You haven't really told me about Brittany since you saw her at Target the last time." I smile at the thought of her. "Um...I think things are alright between us not romantically- YET. But we're cool. We talked and I told her my side of the story and I admitted my wrongs but we still have a lot to talk about." She nods understandingly.
"It's just the way we got together to talk was crazy." I laugh. She looks at me quickly with her eyebrows furrowed. "What happened??"
"Well she was at a party that her friend took her to, which I'm guessing it's that girl Salami. She was drunk and didn't want to go home because she knew she was gonna get scolded, so she called me asking if I could pick her up. Of course I was gonna do it cause why not, you know?" She chuckles and shakes her head.
"While I'm driving over there I hear a gunshot." She looks at me shocked. "BITCH WHAT?!" I nod my head. "Yeah I know right?! So then I'm like oh shit, she's telling me that it's a shooting and shit I'm like ok, so I'm driving then the police came, I told her to leave the house right?" She nods.
"She doesn't answer, phone hangs up. I'm panicking. So by now I'm speeding, hitting corners fast like a race car driver in my lil Honda Civic." I mimic driving and she laughs at my dramatics.
"When I arrived, there were a lot of people screaming and running, I get out the car to go look for her, she screams my name, I go to her someone pulls me, I thought it was a creeper but it was her, there was these people with her FUCKING MIND YOU SHE HAD A THREESOME." She covers her mouth with her hand.
