I walked into school with Prod, Roc, and Ray. I decided to stop showing my scars, knowing that they won't help me at all. What's the point? They won't stop him, anyway. Roc wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me away from the guys a little. "Morning, boo." He smiled, a full smile, at me. "Morning, love." I said, and I was pushed away from Roc. I knew who it was. Prince. "Aye!" Roc roared, pushing Prince away from me. "Stay away from my girl, you hear?" Roc asked. "Whatever." Prince said, throwing my snap back off my head. This was the snap back that Roc gave me the second week we got together. "Aye, give me that back!" I exclaimed, and I snatched it from him. "Don't play this game with me," Prince growled, grabbing my shirt. Roc pulled me back from Prince. "Don't lay a fucking hand on her or I'll slaughter your sorry ass." Roc said. This was the first time Roc ever stuck up for me before."We have all the same classes together and YOU won't be there." Prince said, smirking. "Prod does too, and he'll help her out. Right?" Roc asked. "Hell yeah." Prod said. I don't dare call Prince by his real name. I learned last time when I did.
FLASHBACK
I couldn't wait until I get back to school to tease all of the newbies. They never try to stop me, because they can tell that I'm the most popular and most baddest girl in school. I step out of my Lamb, and instantly, everyone swarms me, trying to see what I have on and if I changed or not. "Excuse me, I gotta get to my locker, loves." I said in my Alpha voice, and they immediately made a pathway to let me by. I see a boy with a afro at my locker. Is this fool trying to break in my locker? "Are you trying to break into my locker?" I asked angrily. 'This is my locker." He frowned. "Let me see your locker slip." I commanded, and he gave me his slip. I read his locker number. I looked aat him and gave him a Fool, can't you read English? look. "This fool be bitchin'." I mumbled. "Wrong number," I said calmly, trying not to loose my cool. "Your locker is the two lockers down from mine." I said. "Now, excuse me. I need to sanitize my locker from your germs." I said, and Felicity and Rebecca started laughing. "Go on," I shooed him away. "That fool was bitchin'." I said to them, and they laughed louder. "You're so funny. " Rebecca said. "I know," I replied. I dug around in my purse, finding my spray hand sanitizer. "How was your summer?" I asked as I sprayed my locker down. "Good, we were in Malibu. What happened?" Rebecca asked. Felicity, Rebecca and my other girl Miami are triplets. But Rebecca is the oldest. Every year, the girls and I pick a place to go to for the summer so we never have to be apart. "My mom decided -on last minute- to take me on her summer tour with her! I was like, 'Mom, you know the girls and I spend the summer together every year!' and she said, 'I don't care if you were singing for the President you're coming with me.' I was so freaking upset." I said. 'Sometimes, Nicki can be so annoying. But she is cool people." Felicity was saying before Miami came in. "Where were you this summer?!" She exclaimed. Miami is the loud one, if you couldn't tell. "Nicki was bitchin'." Rebecca said. "Ugh! We got to do something for winter break then. Hell, bring all of our families too." Miami said, popping her bubble gum. "Oooh, I want some." I said. "Alright." Miami said and gave me a piece. I realized that Afro Puff was standing at his locker; still. "Is Afro Puff listening to what we're saying?" I whispered quietly, pointing at him. They followed my gaze. "He must be confused, because we been standing her for about ten minutes. Don't he know how to use a lock and how to open the damn door?" Felicity asked, and we laughed. " I'll help this nigga out." Miami said. "Aye, you!" Miami yells, walking towards him. "What's ya name?" Miami asked. "Prince." He said. "She means, what's your real name, Afro Puff." I stepped in. "You don't need to know shit about me." He said, getting in my face. "This nigga needs some bubble gum. Mimi," I say, turning towards her, "give this nigga some bubble gum please. He smells like ass." I said. "Your breath smells like ass, ass, ass, ass, ass, ass, ass. Stop, now eat some motherfucking bubble gum!" I sang, and the girls started laughing. He raised his hand. "Ooh, this nigga tough." I said, mocking him by raising my hand too. "Ooh, let me get my nostrils flaring like his." I say, smirking. The girls started laughing again. I breathed through my nose, and the next thing I know, I feel a stinging pain across my face. "No," I paused, "this," I pause," nigga," pause,"didn't." I said, feeling my cheeks. "Mimi, hold my purse." I said, and tossed my bag at her. "Wait, no. I need that back. This nigga is going down." I said, and took my purse back. I kicked him in his stomach with my heel, then I went for the hair. I pulled his hair, and Mimi held him in a headlock. I slapped him repeatedly. "You think you slick, right?" Slap. " You think you could get away with slapping me?" Slap. "Afro puff, next time you do that slick shit to me, it's over." Slap. "Think this nigga got his punishment?" Slap. "No," they chorused. "Alright... Maybe a kick in the knees will help." I said. "One, two, kick 'em in the knees! Three,four, kick 'em in the other knee!" I sang, kicking him in his knees. Mimi helped, by making him fall. "Let's kick him while he's down." I told them, and we laughed as we kept kicking him. Then the first period bell rang. "C'mon, he had enough for today." I said. We fixed ourselves up, and before we left I said, "Don't tell nobody about this. Deal?" His hair shook. "YES?" I exclaim. "Yes.." He trailed off.
