The Bad Girls Weakness

2: Casey The Pussy Cat

The Bad Girls Weakness

"I am so tired of being pushed around by that two faced twat!" Kendall exclaimed. I rolled my eyes, holding back a laugh. 

"Kendall, calm down," I chuckled. "Do you forget who you are?" 

She sighed, "No. I just don't want to get suspended for fucking up her $900 face. We all know half of it's plastic. A five-year-old could see the similarities between her and a barbie doll. Who would want to have a kid that looks like her? Like holy hell, she makes me want to cry just looking at her. And not because she scares me." 

"Kendall, stop," I laughed. "Casey is just a pussy. She's not competition by any means. You shouldn't even worry about her." 

"Casey the pussy cat," Kendall laughed. I chuckled and shook my head. We continued to walk down the road. "How far is James' new place?" 

"Uh, just up here. It's the next house after that blue one," I informed her and watched as a group of boys ran out of the newly bought house. "Kendall, come on." I motioned running toward the home. I pulled out the switchblade I had hidden in my boot. Kendall followed suit and pulled out her handgun. Never go somewhere unprotected.  We hurried toward the group of boys. We soon reached them. They weren't anyone I knew, therefore, they weren't good news. "Excuse me," I called. 

They all turned, their eyes going wide. "Run!" One yelled and they took off again.  We ran about half a block before reaching them again. Surprisingly they weren't as stocked up on weapons as I would have presumed. They used their fists while we used our weapons. Kendall shot one in their calf and I managed to cut some of them too. 

After a while, they took off again, "Just leave them." I panted as we made our way back to James' house. We walked in and the place was almost entirely destroyed. We found James and Kyle lying on the floor. They were covered in blood and didn't look too well. "They'll pay," I muttered. 

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"David!" I yelled from down the hall. Everyone turned to stare as I made my way toward him. Everyone can trust me when I say it wasn't my first option. 

"Hey, cutie," he smirked as I got to him. I rolled my eyes, pulling him with me. "If you wanted me this bad, you could've just said so." 

"It's not about that, and that will never happen. I need your help," I said. 

"Repeat that please?" He asked looking at me surprised. 

"I need your help," I gritted out again. 

"One more time?" 

"David!" I yelled. 

"Fine, fine. What can I do for you?" He asked, leaning against the wall. 

"Some gang came to James' house last night and completely destroyed the place. Kendall and I got there right as they ran out and we got into a heated fight with them but then they ran off. We need your gang's help to try and figure out who they are," I explained. 

He nodded, "Do you remember what they looked like?"

I shook my head, "No, I was too focused to pay attention to their features."

He nodded, "Leave it to you to get too angry about something." 

"Too angry?! They vandalized my gang members home and I'm not supposed to get angry," I snapped. He chuckled and ran his hand through his thick brown hair. 

"Alright, I'll see what I can do." 

"Thanks, douchebag," I said and walked away. 

The school day was almost finished and for that I was thankful. I made my way down the hallway and to my locker. I had study hall next and was stuck with Damion all period. He was one of my gang members, but one of my least favorites. He never talked and didn't share an opinion about anything. He wasn't blunt or rude. He was quiet, too quiet. I sighed and made my way to my next class. 

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"Okay, sugar plum," Ryan said. "Let's finish this project." 

I leaned back in my chair and watched as he put the pieces together, "Have fun with that." 

He groaned and looked at me, "You are so lazy." I raised my eyebrow. 

"Oh, am I?" I asked, sitting up. He nodded, and looked back at the project. 

"Mhm, sure are. My cat does more than you, and that's saying a lot." 

"I'm going to stick your cat up your ass," I muttered. 

"Oh, please do. I haven't gotten any in a week!" He complained. I laughed and shook my head. 

"You're ridiculous," I continued to laugh. He shrugged it off and finished the project up.