“Sometimes you have to be a bitch to get things done.” ― Madonna If you really don't know who I am you should just click off now to reevaluate your pathetic life. I'm Santana Lopez, daughter of Carlos and Maribel Lopez and one of three, my sisters being Jocelyn and Maria Lopez. I'm 18, attending Barton Academy and really don't care for anything anyone under a capital T 10 has to say. To be blunt I'm hot, good at things related to partying, sex and living life on my terms. I'm not here to be anyone's anything unless I specifically say and you will know when I say. Touch me without my permission and I will hurt you.
I need to go shopping for a dress, pronto. Even though the idea of wearing heels kinda makes me die inside, I might just do it. Wearing my trusty Converse with a dress is probably too Avril Lavigne before she went pop, and this dance thing is supposed to be all fancy~. I’m the worst at this kind of bullshit.
I wouldn't take it that far. It's probably for the best she didn't know. Can't tell you how many times I've nearly died at the gym trying to work off a night's cookie binge.
You’re so evil. You’re worse than me. Thanks, San. I’ll make sure you get an A on that homework, unless you’re failing the class, then I’ll make it at least a B.
I'm not evil, just smart when it comes to living in the real world. This is what sisterhood is about though. I scratch your back and you do my homework.
I know, you don’t have to tell me. She was probably screaming all kinds of demonic chants in Spanish when she saw it was gone. Well, he’s in jail for murder, so I don’t think I’d be that low.
If I do that, we’re gonna have to have the same story.
Still. I'm sure she'll believe you were out with me getting shots with Tamera and our old group of friends while you happened to see a maid in the garage eyeing the car.
Oh my god, Santana! Don’t say that. She’s not gonna die anytime soon, please. Anways, I kinda stole Mami’s favorite car. You know, the red one? She pissed me off during Thanksgiving Break, so I took the car she told us to never touch and I drove it to the top of the hill near our house. Then, I got out of the car, turned it on and put it on drive and let it roll down the hill. I don’t even know why I did, she just upset me because I was just telling her how she’s never home when we’re home and she started going on about how I’m ungrateful. I’m not ungrateful of anything, I love all my shoes. I thought she would be understanding since we’re close, but I was fucking wrong. She even had the nerve to leave the dinner early to go to some stupid event. So, I think she found out that the car is fucked up. So, yeah. I need an excuse or something.
Oh good god Maria. You're so screwed if Mami already knows. Like she's gonna kill you and find you in the next life and then kill you again. I can't believe you had the balls to do that. Like you'd get demoted from head child to below cousin Roberto and he's in jail.
If she asks just say you were out with me. Besides dinner, I was gone the whole time.