Chapter 63 - Rock$tar

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I sat back down next to Angie, who sat next to Jake, smiling fliratiously at him and brushing down her dress like she was nervous. I sighed and shook my head, turning to Kitty, who was quite proud of herself. "You know, you did great," I complemented.

"I know," She looked at her nails with a smirk. "I did it all by myself while you remained distracted by your bisexual friend and your lady kissing." 

"What?" I said, raising my eyebrows at her.

"Lesbehonest, you love her," Kitty snapped.

"Kitty," I sighed, "firstly, I'm straight. Secondly, I am in love with Ryder." 

"When are you going to admit, Marley Rose, that he's your beard?" She smirked again at me... God, that smirk was too annoying. I kind of just wanted to slap her across the face.

"I really dislike you, sometimes." I whispered, leaning back in my seat while the boys stood up. 

They quickly threw on a leather jacket over the top of a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt. They all slid on their sunglasses at the same time. Angie giggled with me at the boys as they stood in the middle of the room. 

"What song are you guys singing?" Mr. Schue asked.

"Rock$tar by Reece Mastin," Joe nodded with a grin. "

They stole my idea!" Sugar shouted, standing up. Unique tugged her back down and glared at her. Jake laughed before the music started:

Jake:

I'm working 9 to 5, it's like I'm buried alive

My boss is always on my case and I hate him

He's got Mercedes Benz with really lame ass rims

And I'm stuck at the bus stop waiting

Travis:

His girlfriend is 18 and my girl just dumped me

She said 'You can't afford me' and went for the money

The money, money, money

All:

I wish I was a rockstar, oh-oh oh-oh

Breaking all the girls hearts, oh-oh oh-oh

If I was Eddie Vedder, oh-oh oh-oh

I'd bet you'd like me better, oh-oh oh-oh

Doing shots of Patrón with P!nk and Emma Stone

And the paparazzi stalk us when they carry me home

I wish I'd learned to play the damn guitar

I wish I was a rockstar

I wish I was a rockstar

Joe:

When I got home from work

It went from bad to worst

My roomie sold my Xbox for a 6-pack

Jake:

I wanna kick his ass and get all my cash back

But he's six foot four and a douchebag

From the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Schue give a disapproving face as Jake said that part... on the other hand, Angie and Kitty looked crazy in love with their performance. 

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