Girl's Got Game

Part 8

A few minutes go by. I am NOT going out there. He probably has one of his army weapons out.

But I won.

I laugh a little. His hair is pinker than Nicki Minaj's wig. I won the battle.

And I WILL win the war.

My phone buzzes. Thankfully, I got it back last night. I look at the screen and there's a text from Ricky.

"Don't come out. He's waiting for you with a bucket of water."

How am I ever going to get out?

Then a brilliant idea pops into my head. It is in these times that the mind can do wonders.

He can't get me if I get him first.

I turn around and grab the trash can and take the bag out. Then, I fill it with water. Not all the way to the top, though. It'll spill on ME.

I crouch next to the door and open it a little. A hand pushes at it and I duck behind the door just in time for a cascade of water to splash right through the bathroom. On the floor. Not on me.

I quickly take my bucket and thrust it over the side of the door and upwards. Then, I duck out if the door, barely avoiding his huge arms trying to catch me. I jump over the railing, run down the stairs, grab my backpack and shoes, and run.

I run into Jayson's car. Shotgun. Woo hoo. I take a look in the mirror, and I am not even wet. I look good, if I do say so myself. Like I just conquered the world.

Jayson and Quinn come out, dragging CJ. Quinn is laughing uncontrollably, and so is Jayson. CJ is half asleep. Jayson gets into the driver's seat.

"I thought he woulda gotten you so bad that eyeliner would drip down your face." *more laughs* "But you got him double!"

I look back at Quinn. He gives me a high five. CJ has woken up to the point of where he can laugh. Jayson can't even drive.

All of the sudden, the garage door slams open. A pink head pops out. "GO!" I scream at Jayson. He starts the car, screeching into reverse.

One turn and we're zooming towards the end of the driveway. We turn into the road. I look back and he's following us. AND keeping up.

"DUDE, GO FASTER!"

Jayson slams in the gas pedal and the car screeches away. I've won again.




School was pretty good. I didn't fail my math test, which is my worst subject. Darrell brought me the money that he owed me from a bet (not gambling) that I won, so I got some candy at lunch. Enough sugar to get my mind going. Enough to make me think of more plans.

When we get home, I climb the trellis up to my room. David would probably be waiting for me downstairs, so I'm safer this way. I unlock my window and look. My room is still intact, thank God. There's a note on my bed, though.

"This is war." it says. Ha.

I wonder where Ricky is. I really need someone to talk to. I creep downstairs, take my bike, and decide to go for a ride.

A mile down the street, my bike starts making funny noises. All rickety and stuff. I look down, and my back wheel comes off. I quickly jump off. Safe.

He ruined my bike, though. He's gonna get it.

I walk back on the main road that soon leads to the start of my development where I live. I decide to take a shortcut, and I go down one of the smaller streets. Some of Ricky's friends live here. Maybe he's here.

Sabrina, the girl who wants Ricky, also lives here. Along with her sister, Tiffany, aka the most popular, mean, stupid, boy junkie in the town. Besides her sister, that is. She is the Regina George, for those who have seen Mean Girls. She's constantly after Chase, who is probably the only boy not attracted to her in some way. I guess he's like a prize or something.

I walk by their house. There she is, on the front stoop, her face layered in makeup. Her sister is nowhere to be found. I hear voices down the street.

"Awww, look who's here to witness her brother's fate." She smirks.

"What do you mean "my brother's fate?"

"Awww you know, after trying something on Sabrina." She flips her fake blonde hair. "Rob is going to kill him."

Ricky would never do anything like that. Especially on Rob's girl, who is probably the most dangerous kid in the town. He's beat up so many kids, even one of Ricky's friends.

This isn't good.