The Game of Love

Ch. 13: OMG

Tyra's P.o.V.

"Hey Ty," Deja yells from across the hallway, running over to me at my locker.

"Hey Dej," I say laughing that we're using nicknames.

"So . . ."

"Sooo what?" I give her a confused look as I'm putting my books away.

"Sooo did ya hear what Tamia has been mouthin' off now?"

"No. You know I don't f**k wit that b**ch." I shut my locker.

"I know that Tyra but . . ."

"Oh my gosh, Deja what? Talk!"

"Ok, ok, ok!" She takes a deep breath. "She's been telling errybody that her and Jaylen were making out and near f**king this morning," she says so fast in one breath.

"What?" was all I can mutter. "Are you sure that's what she said?" She nods yes. "Well you know Tamia says sh*t just to get people mad. That couldna happened." I start walking off to the cafeteria, leaving Deja by my locker.

"Wait Tyra!" She catches up to me. "You don't think she may be telling the truth?"

"Nah, and you just like the rest of these n**gas who believe everything she says!" I scream in Deja's face, stomping away to the cafeteria. I sure hope she's lying.

"Hey, Tyra." I know that voice but I decide to just keep on moving but after the shuffling got closer I knew I would have to face her.

"What Tamia?" I let her get in front of me and I cross me arms across my chest.

"Well you heard, right? I hope so." A crowd starts to circle us up against the wall. Ah sh*t! I was just about to munch on some chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese today; looks like Imma have to deal wit this foul b**ch before I can eat.

"Yeah," I bluntly say.

She looks at me, baffled. "Well, it's true." She shines a sly smile.

With that being said, all the anger and disgust I could muster bursts through as I jump right on top of that b**ch. "You did what?! Huh b**ch?! Say what, now?! Say it again, you low-down dirty b**ch?!" I grab a mound of her fake hair and beat the living sh*t outta her. Her hands flail everywhere attempting to hit me but I was getting all my licks in. "You wanna talk sh*t?! Huh b**ch?!" I take her by her hair and lift her up in the air and aggressively throw her raggedy a** back on the floor.

After some guys were done laughing at Tamia and cheering me on, they come to her rescue and try lifting me off of her. "C'mon Tyra let go of her hair!" One guy I recognize from the football team says holding me by my waist as I'm clutching for dear life onto her hair. I'm finna rip that crusty sh*t out for good and before he totally lifts me away, I give Tamia one more yank and . . . BAM! I tore some of the b**che's weave out.

"Hah! B**ch!!!!!" I scream wit victory and vengeance, dropping the hair on the floor.

The football player puts me down and someone helps Tamia up. I take off running in the opposite direction passing administrators and everyone else who heard the loud rip from Tamia's scalp and her gut-wrenching wail. Running in the direction to my car, I turn the corner and run into somebody. Like literally run into somebody!

"Ah, oh my gosh! Tyra!"

"What Jaylen?!" I ask rubbing my head as he get's up wit his hand out to help me up.

"Are you ok?" he genuinely asks.

I look at him good, wit tears streaming down my face, leaving a good stain. I slap him across his once-beautiful face so hard he falls back on the ground wit a red mark of my hand. I stand up and scream, "No!!! I'm not!!!" I continue for my car.