#textsan

San: Hey...

Quinn: Hello Santana.

San: I think we need to talk.

Quinn: About...?

San: The girls and I have been talking.

San: And with the tryouts for Cheer happening, then camp in the summer

San: I don't think anyone is going to pick you for head Cheerio next year.

Quinn: Wow...

Quinn: Ask me how surprised I am by that, San.

San: You shouldn't be. You've spent so much more time trying to get into that Glee chick's bed than you are worrying about your friends.

Quinn: Oh please. You're forgetting about the fact that you all slept with my ex-boyfriend, I think.

Quinn: It doesn't matter anymore. I couldn't care less.

San: Fine, whatever you say.

San: Are you going to try out again?

Quinn: Oh, definitely. You don't think I want to be a Cheerio just because I'm friends with Marley? I have one more year to go, and my reputation will not be ruined just because some skanks I used to call my friends stabbed me in the back.

San: Newflash Quinneth, your reputation has been in the tank since I told everyone you kissed that loser on New Years'.

Quinn: You think I care about your petty rumors? I don't. Again, I truly couldn't care less.

San: You know what's going to happen though, right? If you don't get on the Cheerios?

Quinn: Yeah, I do.

Quinn: And all I have to say is bring it.

Quinn: I'm getting a spot on that team.

San: And if you don't?

Quinn: -Message read-

San: Thought so.

Charlie: Hi, San :3

Charlie: I wanted to know something...

Charlie: What's your favorite animal?

[UNSENT] Charlie: Your words make me smile a lot and you make my tummy dance.

[UNSENT] Charlie: Also my heart beats really fast with everything related to you.