The Shy Girl's Bad Boy (Interracial) ✅

Ch. 24 A Choice To Be Chosen

Travis pov

I sat in the limo, looking out of the window, watching trees and other cars pass by; it was just my dad and I. Valeria had an after school meeting.  We said nothing half the way home, despite what just happened, "What do you think I should do son, about the fight?" he breaks the silence. "What do you mean?"
"The. Fight. You know there are consequences to be taken" he explains, scrolling on his phone, is he asking me to be the judge on this?
"So what caused that hoopla to happen out there?" he asks. I thought about Diane, then Tee. I remembered when she would smart off comments behind Diane's back, the presentation, and that weird potato game- and at the dance too.

Diane said nothing about this, but what ever Tekeyla did that day, it made her regret it. Who knew Tee couldn't fight? But I heard from people in the front row say something about blood on the floor. "I think Diane was being bullied by Tee, and she had enough of it. I caught her one time at the Winter Dance" I say.

"So you saying Tekeyla was bullying this girl?? Not surprised. I had quite a few incidents about her, especially on bullying, she had In and Out of School suspension.....But why would she pick on Diane for? She don't bother nun'" dad says.
"That's the point?" I add in question. He stops, then slowly turns to me, "Yeah, I can see two points to that" "What?"

"Nothin'. Well I think I had it with this girl, I might as well expel her. Can't have someone like that in my school." I was hoping he would say that, Tee in a way has been getting on my nerves too. I always caught her following me during class changes and the time there was 100+ notifs-all because of her. 

"Sooo what about Diane? I mean she didn't really do anything." "Hmm, I'll let her off with a warning since this is her first time-and 'cause of that so called crush you have on her." I face palmed myself, "She's just a friend" (sHe's JuSt A fRiEnD)

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Diane's pov

I sat in the back of my gramma's car, tears still running down my face. Grandpa was in the passenger seat, "Boo, we're sorry we didn't make it to your game, we'll go next time! Promise!" gramma unknowingly mistakes the reason I was upset, while wheeling the wheel at a left turn. "Its fine." I mumble, "D, you sure its just the game? Your whole face is red." was I crying that much?

"Diane?" "What?" "What is going on? You okay? ....Why yo hair messed up? You been playin' that rough?" though I had a break down, I felt this warm energy running through me, it felt good for once to stand up for myself.

To show her, and make Tee feel the pain she has put me through. "Diane?" my gramma calls my name louder, peeping at the mirror, "Diane Moore, you hear me?" I wanted to say it, I usually tell my grandparents everything. 

But this, I was a bit afraid to tell, what if I got in trouble? I legit got in a fight-in front of the whole school. Before I could think of anything else, the car jerked forward, she slammed on the breaks, we was in the parking lot of Wal-mart. She unbuckled her seat belt, grandpa reading a magazine, gramma turned and faced me.

Diane you probably have 10 seconds left to live now. "D. Tell me. You can tell us anything. We won't be upset." she cracks a small smile despite the blanket of worry that clouded her dark brown eyes. "I-I was in a fight." "What?" "I was in a fight at the volley ball game" I say louder. "YOU WHAT?!" Both of them look at me, grandpa almost jumped out of his seat,

"Girl or boy?" gramma asks. "Girl." "They started it or you?" I realized that I should've never said it, I never told them I was literally shoved in a locker and almost had my hair cut off one time .....but I got her back for it, I stood up for my self, to my bully. 

"You did what I taught you girl? I told you about boppin' em upside the head!" I smiled, and nodded. "I ripped some extensions out" I laugh, "THAT'S MY GIRL!!"  grandpa yells, "She touched me first so I gave her some back." I say quietly.  "What did this girl do to you that made you get that angry?" gramma asks, as a big smile was on her face. "She bullied me."

"Bullied?"

 "She and two of her friends ganged up on me, pushed me into a locker and-" "Why did you not tell us this already? We could've nipped this in the bud! Diane, we don't like it when you hide stuff like this from us!" her voice breaks, "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because you would lecture me for an hour of standing up for myself, gramma. When I already know how to! I wanted to prove to you both, I can handle some of my own situations just fine! I don't do nothing because I have better things to do than arguing about something stupid like giving off mean looks or gossiping behind my back! It makes them look more stupid anyway, because they know I achieved something they could never achieve!" my breath trembled slightly, my nervous system still jittery from the fight.

Both were quiet. "...Do you feel like we're making too many decisions for you, is that's what's it? Like we're controlling your life?" "Yes!" "Well, she does have a point Camille. She's 17." "Well then, we'll lay off a bit, unless its something major"

 "Okay" I smile, sniffling. "Promise you won't hide anything from us ever again, Diane?" grandpa asks, looking at me.

"Promise" 

 "Much better" he goes back to his magazine with a smile on his face. "Now the only thing I'm worrying about is, ISS or OSS. But we can talk about it to the principal Monday, alright?" gramma says. "Fine." I cross my arms. 

"But, you're not off of the hook yet. We can talk more at home" she ends the conversation at that.

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.....i was in prison at this time? Man....I call school prison don't worry lol