Devil

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-Esla-

"Esla Lavigne, you already know! Finna go and beat dis bitch ass for talkin slick in front of my home girl. Like what she think this is? You already know we in Perry Island, Tx, purr, where they make the baddest bitches alive. Yo side of town stank, and so do yo coochie," I stuck out my tongue and waved up at my phone attached to a selfie stick that I had salvaged from my mother.

"Period, and my bestie gon remain untouched," Kiersten said besides me, laughing. Me, and a group of other people were walking down to the Jack N Box to go meet up with this girl who stay having my name in her mouth. I'm not the violent type, but when somebody disrespect me continuously...something gotta be done about it, right? I ain't no punk ass bitch.

I cut my phone off and started walking faster as I spotted the Jack N Box on the side of the highway intersection we were on. "There she go. Den brought dem boys fo what? They ain't finna lay hands on nobody," I rolled my eyes. "Kiersten, take my phone and the stick," I handed her my things. "This bitch really got me fucked up cause I just got my hair done too."

"It's ight, she still gon get beat," Kiersten shrugged. She was my best friend, a stud, and 5'6. I'm sure she could take the boys if she wanted too.

"I gotta go back to campus by five though for basketball, so yall needa fight quick," she told me.

"It's still basketball season?" I asked as we approached the parking lot. I was wearing some small black shorts, my black Nikes with the white check, and a brown shirt. "Nahh, we got practice and conditioning to do. Coach let us have a break for one week, then we was back to practicing. The season might as well be year-long," she groaned.

"You gon beat up the boys for me?" I asked sweetly, batting my lashes.

"Hell nahh, ian no dyke," Kiersten laughed, "but I'm sure one of the other niggas in the crowd will."

"There she go, there she go," someone whispered quickly behind me, pointing at the girl. I got ready, fixing the girl with a glare as adrenaline raced through my body. I knew the shit they said about this girl, I had to stay on my toes. "Ight, you was talking allat mess. Come and get me, hoe!" I yelled.

The crowd was forming a makeshift circle around us, cameras pulled out, people telling both of us what to do as they shouted. The girl charged at me and I swung heavy with my left fist. See, they never expected that cause they always thought ya right hand would be the strongest, when in fact both of my hands could deliver a beat down.

"Get her, Esla! Get her!" someone shouted from the crowd with passion.

I took the girl down by twisting her arm up and kneeing her in the gut. I had seen that move so many times that it was crazy how she had fell into my trap. I pushed her down to the ground, letting go of her arm quickly. She recovered quicker than I expected and got two hits in, both to my shoulder. I got on top of her and started swinging at her face. She kept pulling at my shoulder and swinging weak punches at my face. I heard the first crack and knew it was her nose as I got back control of the fight. I focused on her jaw and her eyes. My mama had always taught me: "A bitch can't talk shit if her jaw wired shut."

"Get off of her!" someone shouted from the crowd.

Gunshots went off and I hopped off of the girl. I gave her one last kick then followed the group of people I had came with and Kiersten, as we ran towards the neighborhood. "Shit, somebody had a gun," Kiersten managed to get out as we hauled ass.