48 By Mia, your Bitch

Santana Lopez



-Me explique sobre essa Mia. — Eu falo me aproximando de Blaine e ele suspira.
-Ela era minha namorada antes de eu me mudar, há 3 anos atrás. — Eu explico. — Mia era minha namorada na cidade em que eu nasci. Ela nunca foi muito fiel a mim, pelo menos era o que diziam os meus amigos. Quando eu me mudei prometemos ficar juntos para sempre. Mas depois de vários meses paramos de nos falar aos poucos e perdemos contatos. Então não terminamos oficialmente.
-Então você nem se lembrava dela? — Eu pergunto.
-Não... — Ele fala rindo.
-Bom saber. — Eu falo aliviada. — Agora eu tenho que ir.
-Espera, Santana! — Ele fala mas eu já sai correndo.
Viro o corredor e vejo Mia chegando.
-Você não estuda não? — Eu pergunto.
-Eu estou aqui para visitar o Blaine. — Ela fala. -Você deve ser mais uma das menininhas que amam um bad boy?
-O que? — Eu pergunto surpresa. — Blaine não é bad boy.
-Não? — Ela pergunta também surpresa. — Ele sempre foi meio grosso comigo, no estilo mal mesmo, mas em compensação esse estilo dele na cama, ah meu Deus!
-Olha aqui você pode calar a boca! — Eu falo irritada.
-Ah, ele te deu o fora? — Ela pergunta.
-Não! — Eu falo. — Nós estamos juntos!
-Isso eu duvido! — Ela fala.
-Vamos ver então! — Eu falo. — Você deveria ir para o Glee clube hoje.

Mais tarde na aula do coral, eu já havia dado as partituras para os musicas e quando todos entraram pareceram surpresos ao me ver, menos Jake e as garotas.
-Eu queria fazer uma performance. — Eu digo sorrindo.
-Então tudo bem. — Will fala e eu sorrio para Blaine e encaro Mia.

Santana (Jake)

Sorry (bitch) I’m not sorry

‘Cause I’ve been rolling round, shut it down, lady

Bagged him up, now he’s my baby

Sorry (bitch) I’m not sorry

Yeah, you had your fun, now it’s done, crazy

Look him now his number 1 lady

NDGIRLS

S-o-r-r-y, s-o-r-r-y

Santana

Yeah, you had your fun, now it’s done, crazy

Look him now his number 1 lady

I don’t really know much about you

But it’s clear in my name

So I guess all I can tell you

Is I don’t have much to say

If you used to be the one

Well, I don’t know shit about it

I don’t know shit about it

But I know you’re mad about it

He loves the way I put it down

Starstruck by what he found

You’re wishing that it played out different

Yeah, I know it sucks, girl, I’m so

Santana (Jake)

Sorry (bitch) I’m not sorry

‘Cause I’ve been rolling round, shut it down, lady

Bagged him up, now he’s my baby

Sorry (bitch) I’m not sorry

Yeah, you had your fun, now it’s done, crazy

Look him now his number 1 lady
ND

S-o-r-r-y, s-o-r-r-y

Santana

Yeah, you had your fun, now it’s done, crazy

Look him now his number 1 lady

Now you’re showing up at his house

Looking like a hot mess, honey

I think it’s time for you to cut it out

Trying to save you from looking funny

I guess until you find somebody

You’re a hashtag and pity party

Party, party, p-p-party, party

All I gotta say is I’m so

Santana (Jake)

Sorry (bitch) I’m not sorry

‘Cause I’ve been rolling round, shut it down, lady

Bagged him up, now he’s my baby

Sorry (bitch) I’m not sorry

Yeah, you had your fun, now it’s done, crazy

Look him now his number 1 lady

Jake

You’re now rolling with the all-time high, never satisfied

Forever getting paid off of my money can’t buy

All the boys in the street

Oh, my girl’s so fine, you’re afraid to tell her “hi”

She’s an all-around ten like a hi-five

And we ain’t fall in love, we sky dive

I always get off when she’s on

She’s there, I’m gone

I call her fine, she call me sean

And I love her quarter g, quarter free, quarter

Quarter sweet, honolulu on the beat

South of france with my mona lise, bon appetit, mon ami

Santana (Jake)

Yeah, I know it sucks, girl, I’m so

Sorry, I’m not sorry

‘Cause I’ve been rolling round, shut it down, lady

Bagged him up, now he’s my baby

Sorry (bitch) I’m not sorry

Yeah, you had your fun, now it’s done, crazy

Look him now his number 1 lady

-Santana essa musica é incrível! — Will falou. — Quem canta?
-Na verdade, eu que a escrevi. — Eu digo. — E Jake adaptou.
-Ficou ótima, parabéns. — Ele falou e sorriu e sorri falsamente para Mia que sorriu para mim.

Blaine Anderson


Santana senta e eu me levanto indo para o meio da sala.
-Sabe, eu gostaria de dedicar essa musica para um pessoa dessa sala. — Eu digo. — Essa é para você Mia.
Ela sorri feliz e ergue uma sobrancelha para Santana que parece magoada.

Blaine

Friday night you and your boys went out to eat

Then they hung out

But you came home around three (yes you did)

If six of y'all went out

Then four of you were really cheap

Cause only two of you had dinner

I found your credit card receipt

It's not right, but it's okay

I'm gonna make it anyway

Pack your bags up and leave

Don't you dare come running back to me

It's not right, but it's okay

I'm gonna make it anyway

Close the door behind you

Leave your key

I'd rather be alone

Than unhappy

I'll pack your bags

So you can leave town for a week (yes I am)

The phone rings

And then you look at me

You said it was one of your friends

Down on 54th St.

So why did 213

Show up on your Caller I.D. ?

Santana ria, e Mia me olhava furiosa.

Blaine e Santana

It's not right, but it's okay

I'm gonna make it anyway

Pack your bags up and leave

Don't you dare come running back to me

It's not right, but it's okay

I'm gonna make it anyway

Close the door behind you

Leave your key

I'd rather be alone

Than unhappy

Blaine (New Directions)

(I have been through all of this before)

I've been through all this before

(So how would you think)

Don't think about, don't think about it

(That I could stand around and take some more?)

Get goin', get goin'

(Things are gonna change)

Things are goin' to change baby

('Cuz I don't wanna be a fool anymore)

You don't stand no chance boy

(That's why you have to leave)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhh

(So don't turn around to see my face)

Don't turn around

Blaine

There's no more tears left here

For you to see

Was it really worth you going out like that?

Tell me

Was it really worth you going out like that?

See I'm moving on

And I refuse to turn back

See all of this time

I thought I had somebody down for me

It turns out

ND

You were making a fool of me

Blaine e ND

It's not right, but it's okay

I'm gonna make it anyway

Pack your bags up and leave

Don't you dare come running back to me

It's not right, but it's okay

I'm gonna make it anyway

Close the door behind you

Leave your key

I'd rather be alone

Than unhappy

Mia saiu da sala furiosa e a maioria das pessoas riam inclusive Santana que me olhava. O sinal tocou e eu fiquei na sala esperando todos saírem, no piano e Santana fica comigo.
-Que história é essa de Bad Boy? — Ela pergunta.
-Ah droga! — Eu resmungo. — Bom eu já fui um garoto muito malvado, mas eu me arrependo disso, e não sou mais um "Bad Boy".
-Apenas na cama... — Ela fala acariciando a minha orelha me fazendo arrepiar.
-Assim como você tem a sua Snixx eu tenho o meu Bad Boy. — Eu digo a encarando. — Agora que a Mia se foi, o que nós temos?
-Uma coisa. — Ela fala. — Ficamos bem, desde que você não beije a boca de mais ninguém…
Eu rio e ela ri, eu a beijo.