The First & Last Summer

Chapter 6

"Hi! We're here to pick some things up for my friend." Carissa smiled at her. The brunette, we'll nickname her racist bitch for the rest of this. Just to make it easier on everyone reading. "For who?" She asked. Carissa's brows creased before going right back to their friendly resting place. "Me." I stated. She looked me up and down.

She scoffed. "Problem?" I asked. She stared blankly before sighing and rolling her eyes shaking her head. "Bra and pantie size." She stated. Did people know that off the bat? "I don't know?" I asked. She looked at me, glare in place as she eyed me up and down. Who the fuck did she think she was?

"You guys do measurements here. Just measure her." Carissa said. "I'm not touching her." Racist bitch said. My eyebrow cocked up. "Why?" I asked. She glanced between me and Carissa. "You know why." She pointed. "No no, I don't, enlighten me." I waved.

"Of course someone like you wouldn't know." She sighed. "Excuse me, bitch?" At this point I'll admit, I knew what she was getting at, but hearing her say it would make this all the better, And give me a reason to beat her ass. "I said-" she started. "I heard your stank ass." I waved. She looked appalled. "Say exactly why you won't do your job." I waved. "Go on, I'd love to hear your reasoning for 1. Refusing to do your job and 2. Refusing to service a respectful paying customer." I nodded. She stumbled on her words.

"I-I was just saying how I won't touch you because well-" she paused before her face took on an angry twitch. "You're a dirty dirty bitch, just look at you. Why would I waste my precious time measuring dirty dogs like yourself when you'll just walk out or steal, or do something your kind does to nice stores like ourselves." She waved. "Now take your ratchet black ass somewhere else." She smiled satisfied with herself. "Go steal or something." She waved.

I handed Carissa my wallet, and phone. I tied up my hair tightly and crossed my arms. "That it?" I asked her. She flinched staring at me. "A-and don't come back-" she whimpered quietly. "So glad I've been tried today!" I chirped before I swung. "OH SHIT!" Carissa cheered. I admit, I fought a lot in the institute. Like a hell of a lot. The first four years I did nothing but fight.

I swung like hell, I didn't stomp on her because I was honestly just trying to give her a piece of my "dirty ass" and she got it. I had her brunette hair, which was flatter and thinner than a dogs, wrapped around my fist. My other hand mercilessly swinging into her face and head. She was yelling and crying, she clawed at my hand in her hair and one of the guys tried to yank me off of her. Assuming it was Luka because Justine was still in augusts arms. "What the fuck are you doing?" Luka asked, voice raised as he tried to yank me off of her.

His voice simply fueled me to hit harder. She let out another cry of pain and he finally ripped my fist away from her hair. Taking a clump with it. I spit on her. "You wanted to see a DIRTY bitch so damn bad, now you've got it whore!" I grinned, I laughed loudly. Like I always did when pissed. Workers and other mall employees crowded her and were outside the store. The black workers were shaking their head at racist bitch.

We just know these things. I was trembling with anger and adrenaline. Luka dropped me to my feet and I landed on my ass. I stood quickly not feeling it. "Why would you-" Carissa started. "Shut the fuck up." He growled at Carissa. I looked at her, her eyes began to water and I punched Luka. I think the shock from me actually hitting him hurt more than my punch really did.

"Don't you ever fucking speak to her like that. If you're mad at me you take that out on me. Not her." I growled. Carissa handed me my phone that was still recording and I shakily paused it. "Ma'am? Can we speak with you?" Security asked. I turned and nodded. Carissa following after me. They sat me on the chairs near the Victoria secret. They tried to badger me about violence but Carissa brought up what she did.