Always & Forever (D. Swing)

Chapter 44.

Devyn

Using my two feet to stroll down the hallways of the early school morning, anger fumes throughout my system. I'm on my way to breakfast in search for Kobe and whoever the fuck else was with him when they assaulted Donald that evening. He told me to lay off of it for a few days and now those few days have passed and I'm ready to blow someone up. He just didn't know I was going to blow everything up instead of just setting it on fire. Frequently seeing D's bruises each time I saw him, the more I want to murder Kobe but I don't want to come across too strong and cause a scene like the last time we were in here. I don't see the point of fighting over the other gender. If you simply can't have them, then move on. I also don't understand the point in jumping someone; it's not a fair game and it shows you can't hold your own.

A couple of people bump into me causing my body to shift and me giving them cold stares but I keep on going. I use my legs to take long strides around the school until I make it into the cafeteria. My eyes scan the room, desperately wanting to see Kobe. I scan the whole lunch area twice and my eyes get excited once they recognize him. I drag myself over there with a lot of pep in my step approaching him at a table full of people I don't know.

"Kobe." I say standing behind him, only being able to see the back of his hair. He doesn't respond, seeming to deep in conversation using his arms as dramatics to bring his conversation to life. "Kobe." I tap his shoulder and he spins his whole body around with a frown on his face when he notices it's just me. He opens his mouth to say something and by the look of his face, I know it's going be something that might give him an uppercut. "I don't care what you have to say about me interrupting your conversation before you say some smart shit. I came over here to ask can I just talk to you for a moment?"

"You talking to me right now, shorty." A smile magically appears on his face as he replies smartly. My teeth run across my gums in annoyance already and it's only been about thirty seconds.

"I mean in private."

"Whatever you got to say, you can say it in front of them." That cheeky smile falls much soon once he gives me a cold stare with a mixture of suspicion. "Wait", he pauses as a mischievous smile surfaces his face, "is this about when I murked yo pussy ass boyfriend that other night?" He questions, "Nigga is a straight bitch."

I laugh to myself, "No, I'm not talking about that. I think we're talking about two different things because you didn't shit. If anything, you're the bitch for having people by your side helping you murk him ." I emphasize, rolling my eyes at him. I look the other way to avoid eye contact. "I bet you weren't even doing a lot of work." Everyone at the table falls silent, and I hear some people spew a few 'oo's' from their lips.

"Ayo bitch, shut the fuck up." I tense up at his word usage, still frightened by that word, rubbing my arms once a cold breeze clouds over me. "Ain't nobody jump his ass. You should be grateful. If wanted to, I could've killed him and left him in that hot ass heat. But I didn't because I'm a generous nigga and I do charity a lot." My eyes turn cold after I hear a couple of giggles from the students sitting down.

"Look, I'm trying to talk to you privately so no one has their nose all in this and can comment. Now if you'd stop being difficult, we could settle this ....and be quiet, they're budding in again." I speak calmly to him. "You're only making it worse than what it needs to be." I lead the way over to a corner where we can talk in private without anyone intervening, though they can still see us.

"Look, I don't know why you making a big deal out of this like he hurt badly. I was the only one that was involved with it. I ain't do that much damage. His bitch ass couldn't handle me."

"You're a fucking lie! One person can't do what you", I point to him, "and whatever other ugly ass niggas over there did to his face. His eye literally looks like a jelly fish stung his face about five hundred times. He has bruises and scars everywhere! If he could punch Michael and get away with it, he can damn sure do that shit to you. There isn't any fucking way your soft ass kept him down for so long!" I yell. "You couldn't even hold a strong grip on me when you were trying to pressure me into having sex with you. Talking about weak ass. Nah nigga, that's you. At least Donald can hold a grip on me when we fuck. You didn't get to experience that because you fucked up by acting like a damn r-ra..rapist." I spit out the words. I breathe heavily to myself, chewing on my bottom lip, bothered by my own behavior. I always let people get the best of me. I always allow them to take control of my feelings. Never have I ever had self control over that. I scratch myself nervously, regretting airing my business out.