Poison Oak

KATYA

Anastasia and I have been friends for four years now. I met her when I started my freshmen year at Joliet High School. We became acquainted when we both realized we were the most hated girls in school. We were both pretty and our families had shit loads of money. I knew we would be best friends when I saw her carrying a limited-edition Chanel purse that I was also wearing.

Now, I wont pretend that people hated us for no reason, we did have a nack for taking other girls' boyfriends and then tossing them to side. We never really wanted them, it was the thrill we were after of. During freshmen year, a girl named Amber found out Anastasia had fucked her boyfriend in the boy's locker room and she was furious. Amber was a spicy Latina and she had a temper on her. She was also twice the size of Anastasia. She went screaming through the hall ways calling Anastasia all kinds of bitches, skanks and hoes. I was in the bathroom skipping class when I heard her, so I hurried up and ran into the hallway just as she walked into Mr. Richards classroom where Anastasia was. I ran to the class room knowing something was about to go down.

You bitch! I'm gone beat your fuckin' ass, fuckin' on my man! Miss hot tamale had turned into a beast and Anastasia looked terrified. The teacher had tried stopping Amber, but she had already had her hands wrapped around my bestie's hair. She locked her hands in Stasia's ponytail and threw her from the desk. Anastasia was kicking and yelling, you crazy bitch! I've never even spoke to Cory!

Yes, you have! I saw you talking to him this morning and I know you fucked him last period when you missed Ms. Latchers class. You fuckin' hoe! She said as she kicked Anastasia in the face.

I was kind of scared myself, but I couldn't leave my home girl hanging like that. I grabbed a fellow students water bottle off his desk and ran towards Amber hitting her in the head with it. I hit her again and again until she fell. Anastasia got up and started kicking her in the face, chest, everywhere. By this time the school security came rushing in and grabbed Anastasia off her. I stepped back hoping they didn't see me jump in, but I was wrong security grabbed all three of us and took us to the principal's office. We all got expelled. The school had a strict no violence policy since it was one of the most prestigious high schools in Manhattan.

Our parents were pissed and didn't want either of us talking to each other. They tried to keep us away from each other, but it only brought us closer. We were in different schools after getting expelled, but we spent every minute outside of school together. We would even run away sometimes and stay at one of my trick's houses. The perks to being with older guys was that they had their own place and cars. And we got to tag along to all the twenty-one plus clubs. We didn't even get into high school sports because we wanted to run the streets every day. It's hard to tell,  I'm not sure if Anastasia brought out the bad in me or if I brought out the bad in her, all we know was this friendship was meant to be. I never judged her for sleeping with other people boyfriends for the thrill of it and she never judged me for sleeping with older men for the perks and expensive gifts.

Once we graduated from high school not much had changed besides the fact that we were freely able to do whatever the fuck we wanted to do and we no longer had to sneak around. We applied to the same college and made sure we were roommates. Everything we'd done before college was just magnified twice as much. Now we were doing all sorts of drugs, cocaine, ecstasy, molly, drinking lean. We kept up with our school work and got good grades, so we didn't see anything wrong with rewarding ourselves with how we pleased. Make no mistake about it, we were some boss ass bitches.

Something was different with Anastasia tonight though. She usually didn't care if I had guys over or fucked in the other bed. There had never been an issue before and although she made it seem as if she were joking about us fucking in the next bed I saw it in her eyes, she wasn't up for it tonight. I wasn't sure if it had something to do with me and her hooking up right before that. Was she falling for me? I shook the thought because we had always been close, and it was never a problem before. The only thing that's different now is the guy she has been seeing. We are usually very open about our patrons we have sexual relations with, especially since in the past we have fucked around with the same guys. But Anastasia has been super secretive about this one. I wondered why but I didn't let it bother me too much.

I heard Anastasia come through the door, but I pretended like I was sleep, not wanting to face the awkwardness that happened earlier that night.

The next morning I woke up, Anastasia was already gone. It was ten o'clock and I know her first class of the day started at 9:45am. I got up getting ready to brush my teeth when I heard her phone ringing. She must've forgotten it. I went to the kitchen where her phone was sitting on the counter and the caller id read "Daddy". Anastasia's father died when she was seven, so I began to wonder if this was the mystery guy. The phone had stopped ringing and then a text came through that read:

             Sorry I was busy last night.

ANASTASIA

Getting up this morning was the biggest struggle, so much so I almost skipped class. But that was out of the question, we were nearing the end of the semester and there was no spare time for makeup work. No matter how much I partied I made sure my education always came first. My mother always told me work hard and play harder.  After laying in my bed for thirty minutes, I had to rush to get ready for class. I didn't do too much just threw on some jeans, a sweatshirt, mascara and lip gloss, but I was in such a hurry that I forgot my phone.

I trusted Katya with a lot of things but Daddy was my very own little secret and protecting it was necessary for his and I relationship. I hoped she wouldn't go through my text messages, but I couldn't be sure. I spent the rest of class thinking about if he had hit me up.

Ok everyone see you all next Thursday! My professor had a deep loud echoing voice, startled the shit of me. I jumped in my seat realizing I had been day dreaming for the better half of my class. I shook my head, there was no way a nigga had me stuck like this. I gathered my books and stuffed them in my satchel, I was more than happy my first and only class of the day was done now I could get home... to my phone.