Chapter Three
-As A Teen-
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After the fight in school, they called my parents and suspended me for the rest of the week. No matter how much I told them that they were the ones who started it, I was still said to be involved.
But at least those b*tches got the same penalty and was suspended today too. Each and every last one of em. I just hope they didn't think it was over, because...I was going to get my revenge. Vanessa could've easily fought me one on one and that would've been cool. But now she..look like a big-ass punk.
She only wanted to fight because she simply just doesn't like me, and that's okay. If she got beef then she got beef. It surely wasn't the first time I fought a jealous-ass b*tch before...and it wouldn't be my last encounter. Unfortunately, I ended up grounded though, and couldn't even leave the house unless it was an emergency.
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Now I'm just sitting here alone on my steps and wishing the pain in my face and body would go away soon. ...They really f*cked me up good😐😒💢
Hearing foot steps approaching my perimeter, I looked up from my game on my phone and saw Damon surprisingly. I also noticed that he was holding something behind his back by his posture.
"Hey D..." he smiled, standing in front of me on the lower step.
"Hey..." I gave him the slightest smile back.
"You okay? I saw the fight, man" he took the seat next to me on the step.
"It was more of an attack than a fight"
"True. It was about five of them b*tches on ya little-ass. But you held your ground" he praised me.
"My grandma ain't raise no punk, they lucky I don't know where they live at. I'll easily give that b*tch a knot on her forehead and rip all them nappy-ass tracks straight from her motherfuckin' head so it can show..." I growled, biting my lip.
"Damn really? Well just because I would love to see that, I'll tell you where Nesa live. I used to f*ck with one of her cousins, so I was always around her way"
"Where she live at?" I turned to him.
"Near the Rite Aid up there on 52nd. Its the 4th house down with a play pen in the yard"
"Aight, bet. Watch when I get off of punishment but thanks fo' lookin' out"
"Why can't you do it on punishment? You do everything else, bad-ass"
"Because I ain't that bold. My mama got them hard hands that'll bruise my light-ass so bad, I'll still be glowing red the next day"
He laughed at me. "True man, but you still my punk" he pushed me playfully.
I rolled my eyes and pushed him softly to the side, not really having the strength to fight anymore. I've been fighting all day...
"I got you a Sun flower, since I know you like them" he pulled the yellow flower from behind his back finally.
I smiled and politely took it from his hands. "Thank you, this is really sweet of you"
"You're welcome. I just felt bad for you after the fight and I wanted to at least brighten up your day just a little bit"
"Well you did just that. Thank you" I leaned over to hug him.
"How you feeling?" he wrapped his arm around me.
"Everything hurts..." I whined.
"I bet. They were hitting you in all directions. That's really nutty how they jumped you..."
"I know right. She's clearly scared to fight me alone and I'll take that as a win any day"
"I ain't afraid to fight you, we can square up right now" he challenged me.
"Keep talking shit lil boy, and watch when I feel better"
"I'll be watching, I owe that ass anyways for slapping me like that"
"Nigga you bit me? Fucking animal..."
"You look like one" he laughed, still talking his ish but I wasn't worried.
"So what, your insults don't *lays on his lap* effect me. I'm tired though..."
"Can I ask you a question, but promise you won't take it the wrong way"
"What is it?"
"Promise first"
I sighed. "I promise. Now what is it?"
"How many guys do you talk to?"
For some reason, that question made me laugh a little to myself. Why would he wanna know that. "Can I ask why?" I asked him.
"I'm a tell you after your answer"
"Under 10, but..just talking..." ...except maybe 3😏
"Oh okay. I only asked because I curious if I was the only one trying to holler at you"
"Eww..." I teased, grabbing his chin.
"Now if I was a real sensitive nigga, my whole life would've been shattered after you said eww"
"But you are one, so I'm a apologize. I was just playing anyways, butt-face. Why do you like me though?"
"Well, we get along great, I think. I care about you and I think you're pretty to sum it all up"
"Same here.."
"Nah, you don't care about me"
"How come?"
"You don't show it..."
"Look, I do care okay. I'm just not that mushy–I guess. ...But uh, what does this makes us now? Because as much as I like you too,....I just don't want a relationship right now"
"Friends with benefits maybe?"
"How about just talking for now?" I suggest instead.
"Aight. Since I know you a player around the school.."
"I am not a player, yo...or a hoe. I just live my life single, talk to who I want, f*ck with who I want, etc. I'm too young for that relationship shit anyways"
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=That Night=🌌⭐
I woke up from a little nap in my bed and wiped my eyes from the sleep. That nap was surely needed and now I felt a whole lot better. Seems like that medicine finally kicked in.
Reaching over my hand, I grabbed my phone from off the nightstand and turned on the screen. 13 new messages and 3 missed phone calls, was what it read.
ChocDrop🍫: u up?
👭BestFran👭: Call me bac hoe😤 (5)
Whiteboy💋: pool party sat.?😏 (1)
Lilboy👶: heard u was fightin😮
Kobe🏀: u got jumped😤😕??
Meanie😩: Yo hmu (1)
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Just as I was about to reply to some of them, my door suddenly opened and in came in my dad.
"Hey dad" I spoke and decided to sit my phone right back down.
Not answering me just yet, he walked over and took a seat on my bed next to me. "Hey, you mind telling me what happened at school because ya mama got me worried"
"Nothing. I just got jumped while I was in class–"
"Why did these girls jump you?"
"The main one doesn't like me, she's kind of a bully..."
"Do I need to come up there?" He asked.
"Noooo! Please, I can handle it" I assured him.
"You didn't handle it well apparently, when you came home in pain and with bruises all over so I hear"
"Dad I'm fine and I'm only one person. There were two other girls attacking me at once, what could I really do?"
"Ok Diya but I'm a need this fighting in school to stop, you hear. You should be worrying about college instead like your sister"
"I'm in the 10th grade dad, not the 12th grade..." I rolled my eyes, annoyed.
"You know what I mean. I don't wanna hear about another fight again"
"Alright..." I simply said.
"Good girl. Now you're off punishment and you can leave the house to go pick up your....brother from Joanne's" ...guess who's about to make a pit stop on the way there though😏😈
"You couldn't get him?" I asked, moving to get off my bed now.
"Nope. He's mostly your responsibility remember, why didn't you get him when you came home"
"I was hurting from the fight and I needed a nap..." I slid up my jeans in the midst of talking.
"Well I'll see you two when you get back, and be careful too. Its getting dark.."
In the process of putting on my Pumas, I watched my dad finally walk out and crack the door slightly to my room. I picked up a random rubber band I kept on my dresser to put up my hair into a swift ponytail, now grabbing my house keys and phone to leave.
Yeah Vanessa is goin' to get what's coming to her, just when I figure out what I should do to her and if I can get away with doing so.
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"Hello?.........Hey miss Joanne. How is he?......Mm...mhm, you think you can hold him there for just a few more minutes? I have some errands to run really fast and I just didn't want him to lose out on his sleep..........ok...thank you so much. I'll see you soon" I smiled devilishly at the Rite Aid that was coming up to my left as I stood on the bus.
I pulled the string to request my stop and slid my phone into my pocket before throwing my hood over my head. The bus came swiftly to a stop, where I got off and trailed my way up 52nd street. I remembered Damon saying her house was the 4th one down with a play pen in it's yard, so that's what I had a look out for.
And lo and behold, I came right up to it with indeed the right description. Sneaking around the back to backyard instead, I found a small platform on a stack of wood that could get me to one of the windows just above it. With a little agility involved, I climbed up with no problem and took a peak inside.
Damon was right too, this window lead straight to her bedroom where I could see her sleeping ever so peacefully in her bed. Surprised to see not a damn lock on the window itself, I lifted it up just enough to expose the screen. I came prepared by bringing that switch blade Quanny gave me, and cut a big enough hole for my skinny-ass to climb through.
Now inside the belly of the beast, I stood to my feet and watched her sleep for a moment. Noticing the white ear buds that invaded her ears and connected to her IPhone 4. Then my mind started to wander. Just what...what should I do. I often looked down at the blade in my grip by damnit, I didn't want blood on my hands. I'm not a murderer and if I was to stab this bitch, it would take everything out of me to stop. So no. I can't trust myself.
I walked around quietly in her room until I went over to her dresser and found a pair of scissors to intrigue my thinking. I could cut something. Like her hair. It's risky but it shouldn't be too hard. It's quiet and soft, but she'll just be bald in the morning.
I laughed inside my head and picked up the scissors with determination. Slowly approaching her bedside and bending down to her, I took a small breath before gently picking up her black naturally straightened hair. I lifted the scissors to a little below the roots of it and cut through the strands slowly, successfully cutting a huge chunk of hair off right then and there. ...oh yes😏😈
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About 15 minutes later, her hair was not even the length to reach the top of her hair on one side. I tried my hardest not to laugh, just thinking of how fucked this poor b*tch was now. Ain't no pony tail gonna fix this.😂
I stood up quietly again and placed her scissors back on the dresser where they were previously. I then got distracted by something else I could use. .....Baby oil😈
I twisted open the cap and took it off completely. I walked right back over to her bedside and dumped it on the hard floors to make it slippery all around, and all the way to her door. I tossed that in the trash and went back to her dresser, getting greedier by the swarm of ideas ivading my mind.
One being, writing 'Bitch' in lipstick on her mirror while the other was staining all her underwear with all her nail polish. I swear I dumped every bottle I could find into that drawer and it ruined everything. I found a whole box of condoms and opened a few to throw it on to her and over her bed. Last but not least, I robbed that bitch of what I wanted. Taking a few of her necklaces, a few rings, a perfume that I liked, her Beats headphones, 50 dollars I found in a wallet and some weed.
I was so tempted to take her phone, that I used every ninja reflex in my body to gently disconnect her headphones. Suddenly she moved her head to side, causing me to drop down to the ground not to get caught. I peeked up a few seconds later and softly pulled the device towards me until I got it completely.
From there, I climbed quietly back out the window with my loot and jumped down like a savage. Feeling the blood pumping and my adrenaline rushing from just getting away with some shit like that. Damn.
Payback's a bitch......a bald one😏😈💇
Thanks for reading📚🌺 --Tay
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