It's Just For The Cameras (Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4

Tianna's POV

“Ay Mum, I’m out”

I dashed out the house before my Mum could offer me a ride in her tricked out BMW. It was cool, but it was bright and I’m talking Congolese bright. You couldn’t miss it even if you tried.

“Oww, da fuck”, my legs were on fire, It literally was, it was I was this deep scarlet colour. I started to briskly walk to Bradley’s; at least I could collapse there in peace.

My brisk walk gradually turned to a limp and before I knew it I was leaning on the wall gasping for air. I held myself limply against the wall as I felt an aching sensation run through my body and to my head; it was excruciating. It was pain like I had never experienced before. I began to collect myself and continued my limp.

 My crutches were everywhere one was there, the other one was raised in the air. I stopped and returned to the wall, I just leaned on it and recalled my life. How did I become this person? Why was I temporarily disabled? I started to recall the events that occurred over 4 days ago, I silently wept to myself. My flashback was abruptly cut short when this heavy STD carrier bitch bumped into me.

 “The fuck, can’t you see that I’m disabled, move yourself from me, because I don’t deal with earthquakes like YOU”.  Let’s call her the conceited chick because for sure she was conceited she thought she had it popping. When all her weave was crying out for was brush, how can you be walking the streets like this when your hair looks like it survived WW2? The chick turned around and I came faced to face with the hazel eyed chick. She munched on her gum like it was the last piece in the world AND her breath still kicked.

 Then this nasty sick smile crept on her face. ”You’re Reece’s chick ain’t ya? She popped a bubble in my face. I fell back. Oh this bitch tripping, how did she know about my EX.?

I just lied to her and said, “Swerve bitch, because I don’t deal with fakes, and why you be stalking that nigga anyway he aint shit. All my ass knows is your ass getting whooped if you don’t shut your stank mouth. Don’t test me bitch”. 

Then I slung my purse over my shoulder, as I learned in bad girls club, and walked away. My stride was confident and sophisticated but then it slowly dissolved back into a limp. Then my legs failed me and I buckled into muscular arms. I looked up and was greeted with a smiling face, Bradley to be exact.

“You and beef, you’re always beefing you know.” I just smiled and didn’t respond because we both knew it was true. He saw that I was still limping so he threw me on his back, anyone who saw this would have thought we were a couple but we were far from it. He carried me like this all the way to my school gates; his back must have been hurting him because recently I have been putting on some pounds. We passed his school a long time ago; I jumped down and gave him the biggest bear hug ever.

But even before I could sit down, beef prodded me with a long, sharp stick. Rochelle and her fake bitches walked up to me, eyed me real close and just continued walking giggling.  I’m so angry and in pain I don’t even have time to deal with her shit, I just turn my head and channel lasers at the windows. I looked around the class and take in my surroundings.

I was in form with Jamal, one of Reece’s close niggas, he was probably there was I got shot. Usually Sharon and Sabrina were by his side but his face was saying ‘Fuck off’, he wasn’t wearing his usual swag he was just wearing basic shit. He looked like he’d been crying, I felt bad for him.

Sharon and Sabrina’s eyes were sapphire blue they had a way of effortlessly mesmerized people by it. If you didn’t know them you would think they’re kind and down to earth. But they’re the vainest fakest bitches you’ll ever meet. They fluttered their long skinny eyelashes constantly at in my direction; they’d obviously used way too much mascara. FML! I was in a room full of people that hated my guts, and I hated them back with deep passion.

Rochelle, who obviously been smoking something strong, because she thought me and her were equal. 

”I heard that some bitch in this class got shot ”She did the gun sign and pretended to shot her friend, she continued while I listened intently for a chance I could slap her face“ because she could keep her nasty fishy leg shut. ”

“Oh I know your HIV ass aint talking about me, because only pussies talk like that” I stopped and looked her up and down “Wait hol up you are one because you can’t say shit to my face.Say my name bitch and stop in directing so I know shits real”

"OHH. So you have regained your memory and your confidence. My mum taught me manners I don't fight with the disabled"

I threw my crutches directly at her they landed at her feet. "I'm NOT disabled, so try me. "

"Well then, I since you're not disabled, I don't fuck with ones who are about to be disabled"

"Didn't your dad randomly attack that 12 year old in the alleyway. You want to talk about disability, your DAD made THAT girl disabled " I reminded her of facts that he had obviously forgotten. I saw a lake of fire burn in her eyes.

People started to crowd around me, Rochelle was taking off her nasty cheap Primark earrings. I turned around. I paused, listening for movement. The whisper of a footstep to my left. I turned, and hit her at the side of her face. I heard a soft “Oomph.”

She stumbled back, clutching her face. She lunged for me, I simply just ducked. She hit the table with a thundering crash.  She rose up and it looked liked she recharged because her eyes burned 2x more than before. My legs was hurting me,but I was not ready to lose a fight.

I used my feet to swept out and knocked her down, she lost balance and yet again she was slumped out on the floor. I felt a wave of guilt hit me her dad was locked up and her mother never really existed. I offered her a hand without really thinking,she took my hand a started to pull on my hair. Sneaky Bitch! I grabbed her clip on and without much effort I pulled the whole thing out. I dangled it in her face, pushed her to the ground and threw her nappy £5 weave back at her.

"This is for Bradley" I continued kicking her at her sides all the anger I had I just unleashed it on her. I dragged her by her ratchet natural hair all around the classroom so she knew I was the boss of it. I allowed her and stopped, I was about to spit at her..... When Ms Benneh walked in and I was slumped over Rochelle abused body and I couldn't' get out of this one. I just sighed and asked Ms what my punishment was. 

I spent the rest of the day in isolation writing incident reports , and ways how I could control my temper. Ms Benneh kept on walking in and shaking her head like this was the first time I've attacked someone. I just sat there listening to the clock, waiting for my jail sentence to be over