Jae POV
"Do we have a problem Yasmine?" I snap at the bald headed bitch that's been grilling me for the past ten minutes. We were in our first block pre-calc class-how her dumb ass got in this class I would never know- practicing the new equations we learned today in pairs when I felt, literally felt, the hoes eyes on me. I was working with this nerdy boy from culinary because Ranae wanted to work with her boyfriend. Brian's -I think his name was Brian- head snaps up at my sudden outburst, as well as the rest of the class.
I normally wouldn't have even cared that she was staring that hard but today, this whole fucking week really, has been rough and annoying. I was mad and Yasmine mean mugging me was the spark I needed to explode. I knew that I should've just let her be, I was tryna turn over a new leaf this year...but some people never learn. Me included. Plus it was always fun beating the little bitches ass.
We were sitting two seats across from each other so she turns to face me fully. She has a smug look on her ugly face, a look that makes my already rising temperature spike. "Nah Jaelynn," She starts, her voice full of fake sympathy. "I mean I'm not the one who's all over social media right now. You sure it's not you that doesn't have the problem? There's places for people like you."
The whole class was giving us their attention by now, their faces eager to see some drama. I can see Ranae perk up in my peripheral vision.
I frown, rolling my neck as I try to figure out what she means. "And theirs places for trifling little whores like you." The class 'ohs' and boost what I just said. Sensing that some shit was about to go down some of them pull out their cellphones.
She laughs humorlessly. "Says the bitch who's whole ass is all over the Gram."
"That's enough girls," our math teacher finally says. He was normally drunk so it's no surprise he just noticed that we were arguing. We both ignore him.
I was just waiting- waiting- for her to bring up Friday night. I knew that that was what her whole problem was. Hating bitches like her just be waiting for me to slip so they could pounce.
Turning in my seat I give her a innocent little smirk. "Sounds like your mad cause that's another nigga that would rather be with me then your buggy eyes lookin ass. I don't care though, you can have em sis." I calmly say despite how mad I was inside.
I learned after school on Monday that the reason Trey did me like that was because he was mad that I cut him off to talk to Elijah. His little petty ass tried to ruin my whole reputation and embarrass me because I didn't want to fuck him anymore. What type pussy shit is that? Every time I even think about his name all I wanna do is strangle him. And now I gotta add problems with this bitch, again, to my hatred for him. That beatin Elijah and my brothers gave him wasn't nearly enough for how pissed I am at him.
"What niggas?" She says. "Trey exposed yo dumb ass and Elijah been fuckin on everything walking since we started school. The only thing I'm seeing is a desperate little whore tryna hold on to niggas that don't even want her anymore."
I was yanking her out her seat by her stiff tracks before Mr. David could even get to us. I land a few good punches to her face before I was being picked up by one of the hall monitors and carried away from her, ramping and raving at Yasmine, and any bitch who didn't like me really, to try me because I was the one.
These fake ass bitches be having me all the way fucked up.
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I was suspended for five days, not that I cared. Yasmine was asking for it and I was sick of being in that school anyways. I do kinda wish that I hadn't hit her first because my parent gave me this long and overly dramatic speech about my behavior. They wanted to know why I was 'acting out' after having such a cool summer. I didn't tell them what happened this weekend and they think the reason why Jason and Jamir came down was because they missed everyone. I only managed to convince all of my brothers to stay quiet by promising that I would stay away from Trey. I was fine with that because I had no intentions of ever talking to him again. Ever.
