Dude's A Lady?

Chapter Seventeen

"Stab it why don't you!" I hissed gritting my teeth.

"With that attitude, I just might." Dom replied sarcastically as she applied the cream on my new tattoo. She slapped the sensitive skin once she was finished and flashed me a malicious smile.

The evil hag!

"Why do people get tattoos if they hurt so much?" I asked rhetorically grazing the bandaid that hid my new ink.

"Because they're cool to show off." Chloe shrugged splaying herself on my bed.

"Chlo I just made that bed." I groaned when she rolled around like a cat, bunching up and wrinkling my sheets.

"But it's sooo comfy!" she whined.

"Get on Antoine's bed, he never makes it." I told her gesturing to a pile of clothes where I was sure his bed was.

Chloe eyed it with distaste. "Gross. I swear I saw something crawl on it awhile ago." she argued.

"Stop being dramat- ahh! " I screamed when I saw the pile of clothes move. Antoine emerged from it and looked like the clothes reaper.

"W-what's going on?" he asked groggily looking around the room half asleep.

"You were under those clothes the whole time?" Dom asked. Antoine took awhile to reply as he was gearing his brain up again.

"Mmhmm." was his only reply.

"I thought you went out to lunch with Lewiza an hour ago?" I raised my eyebrow.

Antoine scratched the back of his head, then as if putting two and two together he jumped out of bed. "Oh shit!" he cried out toppling over all the clothes on the ground. I cringed at the mess, "She's going to kill me!"

Then as if on cue, our door room slammed open. Lewiza stood at the threshold soaking wet and looking pretty much like a demented mad woman. We all simultaneously looked out the window and found it was raining.

"Oh it's raining!" Chloe cried out happily. "Dom let's go dance." she chirped tugging on Dom's sleeve.

"And catch a cold? No thank you Chlo." she protested shaking her head. Dom, as I have come to learn is the mature mother hen of the group. She looks out for all of us and keeps us goal orientated. "You have a big showcase next weekend at the mayor's ball. Are you willing to get sick and let Melanie Packard take your place?"

Chloe frowned in resign, "No. Stupid Melanie and her stupid upperclass nasal condition." she muttered to herself.

"I'll give Antoine a nasal condition!" Lewiza growled in Antoine's direction.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep!" he cried out fearfully hiding behind me for protection.

"You left me waiting for you....for a bloody hour!" she snapped ready to jump his throat. Luckily Dom held her back from causing any harm.

"I'm sorry-"

"Oh you'll be sorry!" Lewiza yelled and that was when the beast was unleashed.

Let's just say there was a lot of limbs. Some screaming, blood, and tears. But with a group of friends like the intimidation nation, there is never a dull moment.

We all sat in a heap on the floor in my room. I rubbed my jaw where Chloe kicked it. Dom grimaced when she sat up, she could thank me for falling on her. Chloe rubbed her head where Antoine pulled it to defend himself against Lewiza. Antoine had a nasty bruise on his cheek from when Lewiza threw Dom off her to attack him. And Lewiza was groaning in pain from underneath us.