Falling In Love

I Don't Know If I Can

At School

Courtney's POV

So, as usual I'm in geometry. I can do the work on my own, but there are some things I need to work on. Then that bitch Imani got the nerve to ask me how my day is.

"For yor information, I'm fine."

"Well, excuse you, you didn't have to get a attitude."

"Well, yes the fuck I did. Now leave me the fuck alone."

"You didn't have to get mad. I was just asking you a question."

"Ok. What's the question."

Now you see what just happened. I still don't like talking to her, but since we are partners for a project, but I have to deal with it.

"Ok. Are you going to go out with Chris anytime soon? The whole school's expecting it. Everyone sees you with him like 24-7. Even your friend Monique.

As soon as she said Monique, my thought on the topic suddenly shut down. I really need to see Monique. I haven't been talking to her for months. The last time we talked, it was about something I forgot.

"First off," I said. " I don't hang out with him 24-7. I only hang our with him when I need to."

"Oh. Ok. Sorry about that. but what I said is true though."

When me and Imani were done talking, the whole damn class was looking at us. I mean, can I talk to someone without being fucking looked at?

"Class dismissed.", the teacher said.

As I walk out if class, I bump into Monqiue.

"Hey girl, long time no see." I say.

As soon as I say that, Monique punhces the shit out of me.

"What the fuck was that for?" I say while holding my jaw.

"That was for not checking up on me, going out with Chris all the damn time, and just because."

"First of all, I was trying to, but every time I did, you were busy. Then you show up with other people every time I see you. So you had no fucking right to punch me."

"Yes the fuck I did."

"Well, since you wanna act like Ms. Bitch, I'll treat you like Ms. Bitch."

Then, when I was just about to leave, Monique yanked my collar, punched me in the face, threw me on the floor and started punching me in any available spot she could. Well, she was about to meet Hell, cause it was coming to her.

I wrestled out of her weight, punched that bitch so hard she fell. Next thing you know it's a fight. Now when I fight, I don't fight like some little girl. I fight like a man. I don't care if we friends or not, we gonna fight. So much for having friends in New York.  

Security guards are trying to peel us off each other, but it's not working. I keep fighting that bitch till I couldn't fight no more. And by the time I was done, it was almost time for 7th period. Of course, kids were screaming, the usual.

"That's what the fuck you get, bitch", I say when two security guards try to escort me to the main office. 

I never got to see what damage I had caused of Monique, but shit, I ain't care. Now I was expecting them to call my mom's phone to tell her what happened. Then we would go home in silence, then when we got home, my mom would give me a 15 minute speech on why I fought Monique.

By the time my mom was here, she just said,

"Looks like you got another bloody lip. You can take care of it when we get home."

When we got home, I was expecting a speech coming, but I heard nothing. She just walked down the hall to her room.

I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Not only did I have a bloody lip, but a scar coming from my eye to my nose. Once I fixed my face, I was greeted with the smell of Popeyes. My mom had some on the table.

"Can I have some?"

"Sure. Go right ahead."

My mom being this nice to me made me nervous. And creeped out. Like why didn't I hear a speech this time? This is like what, my 17th fight?