The Day Girls Started Chasing Me

Chapter 15

 "You can't have a settlement by claiming a person," the officer states, for the fifth time tonight. We sit in the police station, divided into a row of chairs. The two crazy girls sit to my right, and Ezra and Cheryl sit to my left. The station is crammed with other officers. Some pace back and forth, on phone calls or dealing with their own criminals. Most sit at their desks eating a donut.

The officer in charge of our case is a black male with a thick and scruffy beard. Although he has no hair on his head. His eyebrows are harsh, and his body reminds me of a professional boxer rather than a stereotypical police officer.

"Why should we even have to settle," Ezra protests from his seat. "These crazy bitches are the ones who attacked us. Put them in that cell or something."

"I'm so offended," the australian scoffs. "Crazy bitches? Do you have any idea how derogatory that term is? My dog actually is a crazy bitch."

"See Officer," Ezra faces the cop, "Crazy. Bitches."

"Oh why I atta," the redhead starts, popped up already from her seat.

"You atta what?" Now Cheryl's standing. They stand face to face, looking at each other with their arms balled to fists at their sides.

"Beat you to a pulp is what we atta do," the blonde adds, also being quick to get on her feet.

"Honey, try something and see what happens." From Ezra. Oh no, not again.

"You guys, we shouldn't do this here," I mumble quietly from my place right in the middle of this. They go on like they don't hear me.

"I'm not scared of you, you wanna be female," the blonde howls.

"Speaking of wanna bes, is that even your real accent?" Ezra pushes harder. Her eyes flash open, not the way a defensive person's eyes would. More in the sense that she's just got caught. "Hm, didn't think so."

"Wow, that's so sad and pathetic," Cheryl laughs with her arms crossed. "Are you really so ashamed of yourself that you have to go around pretending to be someone else?"

It's clear that Cheryl struck a cord. The blonde's face turns a hot red, her body begins to tense. I can almost feel the heat radiating off of her as she literally climbs over me to put her hands around Cheryl's neck. She hauls her back and forth, shaking her hard enough to knock her chair down.

This is more than a catfight. It looks like she's about to kill her. I step in, for the first time tonight, placing my arms on the blonde's shoulders to help release some of her strength. But I'm no match for her.

"You should let go," I let out breathy as I try my hardest to release Cheryl from her grasp.

"Ey, that's playing unfair. You know there's no strangling in catfights," Ezra inputs.

"I'm going to kill you!" She screams, still holding onto that Australian accent of hers.

"You psycho," Cheryl lets out, her own hands trying to pry the crazy girl off of her.

"You get em girl," the redhead cheers for her friend. "Show her who's boss."

"Seriously, you need to stop," I say again.

Of course, no one listens to me. Instead, Cheryl, in an attempt to defend herself, grabs onto the blonde's long, luscious hair and pulls her back, causing her head to jerk and her grip to loosen from Cheryl's neck. Using this to her advantage, Cheryl smacks her hands from around her neck with one hand, now completely free from the blonde's grip.

In the next second, the blonde is ready to pounce forward again. I step in very quickly, out spreading my arms and acting as a road block. She stops her pouncing, but continues her verbal attacks.