Tattooed Troublemaker Again

Chapter 9: On Blast

I turned around, it was Alana. I rolled my eyes and continued walking, she was the last person I wanted in my face right now.

"Autumn, wait!" She called out as she kept up with me.

I turned around to face her, "What?"

"I'm sorry for you thinking I'm fake, which I'm not. I mean, it ain't nothing," she sneered.

That was like apoligizing for having an asshole. You know why you have it, there's no point to explain where it's there. This female needed to have several seats to rest her tired ass.

I shrugged, "You're just there, that whack ass apology was useless so you can get out my face and don't address me like I owe you something."

"Girl, whatever, you ain't nothing anyway."

"Just like your 'relationship' with Nick," I said, remembering her ex and their problems. She used to cry on my shoulder, now, she didn't know how to act since she was making out with different guys every week.

Her face had a cold expression, "Whatever, you're being stubborn."

I didn't have time to deal with her. She was fake, phony, and a shitfaced liar. I walked away from her, not wanting to hear what else she had to say. Her 'apology' was as whack as her 'relationship' with Nick.

Dumb bitch.

A week later, I sat in Physics, taking a test when the fire alarm went off. "Everyone, evacuate!" We gathered our things and filed out of the classroom.

Once we were outside the building, I observed the huge crowd of people; students, teachers, administration, and the principal. I went up to a girl and whispered in her ear, "Someone told me Yanette stole money from Kevin, Keisha's best friend."

She went and told the people that were nearest to her and just like that, the rumor spread quickly. "Why you stealing money from my friend??" Keisha tied her hair up in a messy bun as she approached Yanette.

Yanette was oblivious, "What are you talking about? I didn't steal money from anyone."

"Bitch, you lyin'," she said as she took off her earrings.

"No I'm not, hoe, you need to get your facts straight!"

Keisha charged at her, punching her in the face as they tackled each other to the floor. We formed a crowd as they continued fighting. Yanette kicked her off of her and she started slapping her upside the head. Teachers and security were quick to jump in and break them up. Once they were being separated, Keisha snatched Yanette's weave clean off her head.

While holding the dark brown tracks in her hand, she yelled, "With yo thiefing ass, that's why I got yo cheap ass weave! Yo bitch ass was probably gonna use the money you stole from him to buy some new shit!"

"Stupid thot!" Yanette yelled as they hauled her to the other side of the front yard of the school since it wasn't clear for us to go back in yet. She had patches of hair missing.

"When your weave isn't glued right, don't fight!" Coy and Deron chanted. We laughed and we waited to go back in the building.

After a while, they let us in and we went to fifth hour. I took my seat and watched the class fill up. Breesha and her friend sat behind me and they were talking.

"Bruh, Gloria ain't about shit. I heard she was gonna fade me after school, like bitch, go somewhere," Breesha said.

"Y'all jumping?" Her friend asked.

"No, I gotta problem with her, we're fighting one on one, that jump-a-hoe shit don't fly with me. If she's trying to jump, I got my squad with me."

During the lesson, I was taking notes when Gianna walked in late. I forgot she was in the class.

"Ms. Sharpe, why are you late?"

She didn't bother answering as she made her way to her seat.

"Gianna, why are you late?" Someone asked.

"I had things to do," she snapped as she took her seat in the back of the classroom.

"Fix that tone and come correct," the girl said.

"You gonna make me??" Gianna challenged her.

"Girl, get your life and a damn house before you try to go after me."

Gianna stood up, but decided to sit back down when the teacher gave her a death glare. The lesson continued and I took notes.

When the bell rang, I went to the bathroom to check my reflection. Gianna walked in and checked herself in the mirror next to me. I caught the glare she gave me and without saying anything, I walked out and went to my locker.

I went up to a girl and whispered in her ear, "I heard Callie was still sleeping with Callie."

She scurried to tell everyone that was near her and just like that, the rumor was all over the place.

"Honey, I heard Callie was at Dean's house, chile, theses hoes around here are as messy as my cousin's room," Tasha gossiped with her friends.

Ali yelled at him, "Again??! I'm getting sick and tired of you seeing that hoe! Yet you wanna get mad when I cheated on you?? Boy, you have another thing coming if you think you're gonna keep fucking with me!"

"I don't know what you're talking about, I haven't been with her since that day a couple of weeks ago."

"Are you sure about that Dean?" It was Callie.

Ali scoffed and slapped her thigh in frustration, "This hoe again??"

Everyone's attention in the hallway was turned towards them.

"Yes me again, I mean what do you expect? He likes all of this," she gestured to her body by doing a full spin to show everyone what she was working with. She wasn't working with much.

"You know what Dean? No wonder why Elena broke up with you, you're a pig!" Ali screeched.

"He wasn't a pig when he was with me," Callie smirked.

Ali shook her head, "I'm done with you, I'm not fighting you Callie, I have no time for this shit, I'm on my grown woman shit. Now if you will excuse me, I gotta go to class." She strutted down the hallway as if she was modeling at a fashion show.

"Yassss Ali, yassss! Strut honey!" Tasha cheered. The students clapped as Ali continued to strut.

Callie stood there with a sneer on her face, she knew was embarrassed. Dean ran his hand over his face and sighed, he left. Callie shrieked out loud and stormed out of the hallway.

I grinned, liking the scene that unfolded in front of me. Not only that, but I was thinking. I knew something I was planning to do was going to be interesting.