Less than thirty seconds after Elijah walks away from me another boy appears. He was tall with brown skin and a fade. He was cute I guess.
He smiled at me showing off a row a perfectly pearly teeth. "Hey Gorgeous," he says.
They were like roaches. You gave them a glance and all of a sudeen they though they had a chance.
Yeah the fuck right.
But I smiled at him anyway because I was a lady and ladies didn't exactly chew up any nigga that came up them, now did they? "Hi," I say disinterestedly but he didn't seem to get the message.
"You Elijahs girl?" The boy asks with a hopeful look in his eye. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Whenever a boy came up to me, wheather I wanted them to or not, that was always one of their first questions. And it was particularly annoying when I went up to a boy and he thought I was a lying little whore for trying to talk to him while supposedly dating that dick head.
I cross my arms over my chest and give him a look. It was a very disrespectful look. I called it my dumby gaze, used for when people were being extra stupid. "If you though I was Elijahs girl then why are you over here?"
He shrugs then licks his lips, his eyes roaming all over my body. I do roll my eyes this time. "I mean, when you got a jawn as sexy as you, you should already know not to leave her alone at one of these parties because some other niggas gone try hit."
"And is that what you tryna do or something?" My mom raised a lady not a whore so she wouldn't get that mad if I corrected this dumby for implying that I was one.
He looks real cocky, like he achieved something that no other nigga could. It was then that I joticed the four or five boys standing a few feet away from us. I roll my eyes again and mentally sigh. Whether it was some jealous bitch or dumb nigga, I could never leave these parties without chewing somebodies child up.
He flashes a smile over at his bros before turning back to me. "Is that what chu tryna do?" He steps toward me.
"No, so can you kindly gst the fuck out my face before we have a problem."
He still smiled that cheesy ass smile like he still thought he had a chance. These niggas never learned. "Come on, shawty, I just saw Elijah tonguing down this girl so you ain't gotta be loyal to him if hes openly disrespecting you."
"First," I say loud enough for his bros and a few people standing around us to hear. "Elijah is not my nigga so I could care less what hes doing with the lil hoes at this party. And please know that if he was then he would be right here, next to me, not worried about any of these bitches. Now please get out my bubble."
He was mad now, probably felt disrespeted and ashamed, so I automatically knew that the next thing that came out his mouth would be real disrespectful. Boys and there dumb ass pride.
"And now I see why Elijahs fucking all these other girls, your a stuck up bitch."
I knew I was a bitch. I thrived to be one and making my least favorite people days worse. So while he thought he was disrepecting me, he was infact complimenting on what I thought of as a skill of mine. "And your a salt ass nigga that aint ever tapping this."
A few people laugh, others shopke there head amd some where glarimg at me. The cutie infromt of me looked ready to hit me and I really hoped, for his sake, that he didn't. I had three big brothers and a little brother plus Elijah and Shaun and they were all pretty protective.
He takes a step forward but before he could take another step, one of his bros was grabbing him and pulling him back. Smart because in the mood I was alone, I wouldn't have even needed to call my brothers. I would've happily knocked some sense into him one way or the other, tight dress and all.
"Do you know whos sister that is, bro?" the guy says to his seething friend.
"I don't care Derek, that lil bitch disrespected me."
I laughed while simultaneously taking out my earings and putting them in my purse. I look around for Kelly and Tamia but their no where to be found. I was never going anywhere with these bitches again. And I guess I was gonna have to put this clutch on the ground and hope no one stole it.
"You disrespected yourself, baby." I tease. I wanted him to fight me, anyone to fight really. Elijah blew my whole day, I didnt want to be here and I think it was time I reminded these stupid little bitches and niggas who Jaelynn Ammarie Thomas was.
The boy opened his mouth when three girls stepped out the crowd. I groaned, of course these whores would be at this stupid party. The first one was Yazmine. She waz brown skinned, at least four inches taller then me, skinny, and always had in these long sewins. She had on a short skirt, a crop top and a pair of knee high boots. Tacky bitch. The second was Kiara a tall, curvy, light skinn with natuarl curly hair. I used to be cool wigh Kiara but then she started hanging with Yasmine and I've never liked Yasmine so our friendship ended. The last was India was was a sophmore and Yasmines little sister so naturally the little bitch didn't like me either.
Yasmine gave me a stink eye and I smiled at her. I couldn't wait to sink my hands in her head of fake hair and rip out the little bit of real hair she had. "Don't even worry about it Devon," she says to the salt boy. "I've been wanting to slap this little hoe for some time now."
A crowd was forming around us. The light from everyones phones made it much easier to see Yasmine. I smirked over at her and raised a eyebrow while slipping my long *real* hair into a high ponytail. Everhtime I fought Yasmine she always reached for my hair first. Jealous roach.
"I've beat your ass so many times already, Yasmine, and yet you keep coming back. I'm startimg to think that you like getting your head bashed."
She glared. "Come at me then bitch."
I looked over at India and Kiara, they'd most likely jump in but my brother was around her some where and he bad no picks against slapping bitches for me.
I walked up to Yasmine, smiled then punch her straight in the face. Feom there the club was filled with people excited shouting amd our shrieks and insults. She yanked my hair while trying to punch my face, I wrapped my legs around her knees so that she fell, before climbing up her and proceeded to slap and scratch and punch her while still chewimg her up. The fight felt like forever but it was in reality only like thirty seconds before two pairs of strong arms were pulling me off the screaming whore. But those thrity seconds did damage.
The lights were on, the music stopped and literally everybody was crowded around us.
I pulled my dress over the shorts I was wearing atop of my regular panties and turned to who pulles me off of Yasmine, who was also being pulled from the floor in all ber bloody face glory. Her shirt was white and I almost felt bad for punching her that hard and that much, especially when the swelling in my knuckles will increase, but she deserved it and maybe now she'll leave me alone.
My brother was standing in front of me and I know it was Elijahs hands still holding my waist in case I decided to go at Yasmine again. Paris was sixteen, just turned sixteen in May actually, but for some reason be thought he was older then my almost eighteen years right now. And Elijahs face mirrored his. I felt good right now but their faces were olnly gonna make me irritated again and then I'd have to fight somebody elses child. Maybe one of them since they were blowing it for me right now.
"What?" I scream at them.
"You need to chill, sis." Paris says, looking concerned.
I glared at them before grabbing my purse off the ground and marching out the club, Paris could get a ride with Elijah since they were so cool now. I didn't even know why they were tripping since Elijah used to like watching me fight. Now he wanted to act all different for no reason at all and so well fuck him.
These dumb niggas just ruined my night even more. But aleast I put Yasmine in her place...again.
