No Heroes Here.

3. Ya' Hands.

The conversation drops after that, it becomes slightly awkward, but I ignore it and continue to dance in my seat.

A quick look into the crowd and I spot atleast 5 girls marching towards our section, two girls leading, the rest following like puppies. "Fuck, Tee, Kara, who niggas yall take now?!" I snap, standing and walking over to them. The boys face turns shocked as they look at the women entering our section, ignoring our red rope.

I walk up to them, "Excuse me, but no, get out." I say blunty. Time in New orleans has made me more outspoken, I'm not a quiet, timid, nice girl any more. I'm Stephanie, the real Stephanie.

You see, I was quiet, nice, and shy from fear. I used to be afraid of getting my ass beat if I said the wrong thing with the wrong tone. Whose gone beat me now.

"Look, that's my fiancee right there, so I have every right to be here." The girl beside the woman in front of me says. She's light-skinned with a short hair cut. She's okay, a 5 on a 10 scale.

I tilt my head at her, "He was invited, you weren't." I answer. She sucks her teeth and bumps past me as she moves towards Tee and the man. "Bitch." I mutter before snatching her shirt and yanking her to the floor. I let her go and back up, Tee, Kara, and Dave moving to stand behind me.

The girls friends help her up and holds her back as she 'fake gets hype'. I laugh as she causes all her friends to fall down the three steps that lead up to the VIP section. They get up pretty quick and the girl speed walks towards me. She arrives in my face and I look at her bored, my perfect eyebrow arched.

"Did you just fucking touch me?" She asks, her voice low. I stare at her in shock. You walk up like you're about to do something but you ask a dumbass question? Really?

Meanwhile Tee laughs behind me. She reaches around me and mushes the girls face, causing her to fall down the steps again, "Bitch if you dont get yo' scared ass up out here! Talkin' 'bout did she just touch you-- you hit the floor didn't you?!" Tee shouts, laughing at the girl.

The girls friends help her up again but this time one of them walks towards us a bit. "Aye, don't do her like that, the fuck." She bucks.

I smirk, "If the bitch got beef with me, tell that bitch to beat me up." I state, unbothered by these fake thuggin' bitches. The DJ must've noticed the commosion and decided to say something.

"Ooh! The queen's seem to be having a problem over in the VIP section! Caution, they whip ass!"

Him saying that seems to make the girl hyper. "These bitches aint 'bout to whip nothing over here, I'm from Compton, I'm not with that shit!" She yells. My head goes back a bit, I roll my eyes. "And we from ATL bitch, was good!" Tee shouts, stepping around me and walking to the girl.

"Bitch, I dont give a fuck where you from bitch, I'll give you a 314 beat down bitch!" Kara says, throwing out her hood as she moves towards the girl also. I sit there as the screaming match begins, Dave beside me like security.

I nudge him with my elbow, "I'm about to get shit poppin' grab me if I dont stop when they're on the ground."

He sucks his teeth, "shit, it's 5 of them and 3 of all, I might have to smack a bitch today." I chuckle. I turn my attention back to the girls. I see Tee and Kara taking their things off and I no longer have patiences for this petty argument.

Where ya' hands at?

I take my heels off and place them beside me neatly before walking down the steps and to the girls. The girl with the most mouth is the one who gets hit first.

She bends over from the impact of my hit and her friend tries to jump in, swinging out to grab me. I quickly hit her in the face before going back to the girl. Hands are thrown, weaves are gripped, cries are heard as we fight.

Somewhere I hear the DJ calling for security. A hard punch lands to my jaw and I fall, looking up to see Dave fighting one of the boys he girls brought in the section. I get up quickly and look around to find two girls on Kara. I move quick and bowl them bitches over, knocking both of them off her.

Arms circle around my waist and pulls me away from the girls but since I have Karas shirt in my hand, I make sure to pull her away with me. Kara tugs against my pull, zapping, "I'm from Atlanta bitch! I eat you bitch's for breakfast, fuck with me! Fuck with me! Fuck with me!" She yells, ripping her shirt as she tries to get away from me. I give one good tug and she falls on her butt.

Dave snatches her up and holds her with me, even though I dont need holding. I look around to find Tee being held by security, calmly waiting to be let go.

"New orleans will surely remember Atlanta's best dancers in a different light now." Dave whispers in my ear. I smirk, "they better not forget this either."