Glee Santana Lopez prompt! "Is that my skirt?!"
Why was Santana eyeing me so much? Was she suddenly mad at me? Why this time?
She stopped me around the halls, holding me by the arm. My friend pointed at my legs, making a face of displeasure.
“Is that my skirt?!” Santana demanded to know, outraged.
“What do you mean ‘this is your skirt’?” I was dumbfounded by the accusation.
“I have a skirt that looks exactly like that one” She assured, convinced and determined.
“Well, congratulations” I sassily replied, getting her hand off my arm. “But I bought this one yesterday, it isn’t yours”
“You can’t wear that skirt if it looks like mine!”
“First of all, I can. Second of all, you can’t even wear it at school because you have to wear the Cheerios unform. And third of all, it looks better on me”
I was scared that I went too far when I analyzed her expression. Or should I say, her glare.
Santana silently pierced me with her dark eyes for a moment before rolling her eyes and chuckling at my sassiness.
“It does look good on you, Y/N” She complied after a moment. “But not better than it does on me”
“Whatever you say, Santana” I sarcastically replied, even smiling.
She nudged me with her elbow -just hard enough to hurt me a little to remind me not to be too cheeky -and linked her arm with mine to walk the halls together.