The Chosen Son

Chapter 25

Jane

I was rudely shoved into a large room with blank white walls, benches everywhere and girls staring at me with dirty looks. I saw the corner closest to the exit was free as quickly walked over to it and sat pulling my knees to my chest. I snickered to myself as I thought about the last hour and what I had done. It was unbelievable exhilarating and I felt like I could run across the state and not be tired yet. I had spoken to my daddy lawyer, I'm in trouble is the gist of what he said, mostly that I'm going to be grounded for life, David's dad dropped the charges against me as a peace-offering he said. It was far from over with that little bip-shit, but I will leave it alone for a few days.

"hey give me those shoes" I heard someone say close to me, I looked up from my little daydream of looking at the ground.

There was a girl standing in front of me with her hands-on her hips glaring down at me, as I stared at her in amused that she heard the nerve to speak to me in that way. She was older than me, it was hard to tell with the amount of make up she was caked on an inch thick. Her hair was in a high pony tail, had on a really small sparkly top, and a skirt that really wasn't long enough for her cause if she moved wrong I'm pretty sure I would see her womanly parts. She had a ton of fake jewelry on that was overly tacky, and giant fake nails that make her look like she was trying to be Freddy Kruger or something.

"Bitch you're dead, give me your shoes?" she said again as I just looked at her baffled at how she was acting towards me and how she was going to get a rude awakening once I tell my father about her. She took a step forward and reached for my shoes, instantly I kicked at her hands, as I panicked at the thought of her touching my beautiful sequined pair of Christian Louboutin. "Bitch I'm going to cut you up, give me them shoes" she yelled as I continued to kick at her hands coming closer

"Back off!" I heard another voice come from the right side of me, I couldn't look as I was too frightened at the scary women in front of my trying to steal my shoes, "I said back off or I'll rip your cheap ass weave out of your hair this instant" the voice said loaders as another girl grabbed on to the women's pony-tail and flung her back

"bitch back off, this ain't got nothing to do with you ho" she snapped back walking tell she was up in her face

"first it does, come near this girl again and you won't live to work another day on your ghetto ass corner bitch" the shorter of the two girls said blocking the attempted shoe theft from me

"Bitch what your problem why you care about some rich bitch shoes?" shoe thief said trying to act friendly suddenly

"Because I do, and if you had half the knowledge I did about this rich girl you would back the fuck up this instant" my savior said as I looked at her in curiosity

"One day you'll wish you didn't cross me" she said flipping her hair and walking back toward a group of girls.

the shorter girl turned and looked at me and I became fearful that she had only saved me from the other so she could take my shoes for her self. But she didn't, she just stepped assigned and sat down next to me watching the other girls. I was unsure why she had helped me, what she meant when she said she had knowledge about me. I couldn't come out and tell her who my father was because you never know who was your enemy or ally.