Puck’s cheeks rose and a smile of complete disbelief curved his lips at Mia’s lack of fucks to give. An unamused huff of laughter left him as he barely resisted commenting on just how fucking crazy this was. “Yeah,” He let out around a stiff mouth and his eyes washing back over her. “Fuckin’ stupid of me to do what you asked and think that this was all over, right?” Puck smarted as Mia passed him, Dave following her and walking between the two of them to his office.
Dave’s smile split around a chuckle and he observed Mia with a soft look. “Yeah, me and Zari, we’re still going strong. But uh, I’ll remember to keep you mind, if we ever call it quits. Puckerman exclusives be damned.” The pair’s fake flirt routine had Puck’s eyes spin in their sockets behind Dave’s head. Usually, he found their bit funny.
“You’re a fuckin’ piece of work, y’know that, Mia?” Escaped Puck’s mouth thoughtlessly before shaking his head and looking away from her as Dave closed the door behind them. He gave the former couple a look and murmured about being there if they needed, how he’d be right on the other side, before he left. A wisdom Puck hadn’t listened to in weeks saved him from finishing his train of thought, of how she really was fucking crazy ‘cause who the fuck ‘lulled folks into a false security’ only to do some shit like that just because the sky was blue and she felt like it. “What the fuck…” Puck bit his lip and shot her a hard look. “I got bitches now?” A harsh laugh left Puck before he continued to boast. “I’m single, Mia. It’s what I do. I party, I bullshit, I have fun.” He purposely failed to mention the nameless, faceless bodies he attempted to lose himself practically every day since five months ago. “I fuck who I want. So yeah, you’re right, I got bitches.”
Puck’s head fell back onto his shoulders, as though his neck no longer wished to support its weight. He caught her wording, the nameless mention of the only other woman to haunt him like the one in front of him. “But I’m not driving anybody on my damn bike.” He stopped himself from mentioning how he wouldn’t even be riding his motorcycle. Brown eyes stayed on the ceiling, head thrown back, as he spoke, thinking aloud. “Who the fuck do you think I am?”
When he retorted Mia turned around to face him, cocking her head to the side. Her brows knit together in a frown. “I just said stay away from me. I never said that one day I wasn’t going to fuck up your world like you did mine,” she snapped, looking apologetically at Dave after doing so.
“A good and faithful man like you, Dave, that’s what I want under my Christmas tree.” Of course she meant it, but it was more so to slight the man that had been her good and faithful man like Dave. He’d been the perfect man, but they all started out that way, and then they eventually realize she wasn’t enough. Her heart ached at the fleeting thought and her eyes were downcast so she wouldn’t have to look at Puck. He used to have a way of just looking at her and seeing through her facades. She hoped he didn’t look that deep now.
“And you’re an asshole, you know that, Puck?” She was sure that he knew. She was certain that there was no way that he didn’t know that he was in fact an asshole. One that broke hearts and left them in a state akin to the damage a hurricane would leave after a storm. There it was, he’d said the phrase again and she picked up the stapler from Dave’s desk throwing it in his direction. “Goddamn it, can’t you say something other than ‘what the fuck’? You spent all that time not saying words to me, and now all you can say is that? Say it again and I promise you I will slap you,” she threatened. Mia shrugged. Him using the word single was another pang to her chest. “You were always single, right?” She felt as if with every word he said she got even more angry. She knew she should calm down. Knew that stress wasn’t good for the baby. “Yeah…you got bitches and I got your mother fucking baby. How is that for a trade off?” Her voice was low and cold. She loved her baby, and she wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, but still it wasn’t much of a trade of.
She pointedly rolled her eyes when he said that he wasn’t driving anyone on his bike. Of course he wasn’t now, she didn’t even comment. His next question though, that was the kicker. That was what upset her more than any other stupid thing that had come out of his mouth. “Who do I think you are?” she asked with the quirk of brow. “A lying, cheating bastard - even if it was just emotional - with no respect for his best friend. Oh, no, no shhh, don’t say a word, let me guess.” She rubbed the back of her neck, her facial expression almost mimicking his own. Her voice in a lower register now. “But, Beautiful, we weren’t together,” she mimicked his voice. “Fuck you.” She rolled her eyes her voice back to normal. “You’ve got it wrong. Who the fuck do you think I am? I’ll fuck you up, Noah Elias Puckerman. You better get out of my face with this shit because I swear on everything, I’ll pull out this bedazzled pocket knife and I’ll start slicing!” She took a deep breath then, feeling her daughter starting to kick. It wasn’t light kicks. These actually really hurt. Her hand went to her tummy and she tried to keep the pain from her face at the sensation. “I get it. I get it. Mommy’s done I promise,” she tried to sooth the kicking child.
