hatinâ azz is behind this zoo creature being all up in my grill.
I hear Mariahâs voice in my head saying, âIâm telling you, girl. Youâre gonna have to drag one of them hoes real good for them to know you ainât the one.â I sigh. Itâs too early in the morning for this craziness. The only thing I wanna do is get to homeroom.
I tilt my head. Keep my voice calm and steady âcause unlike this half-man, half dinosaur, whoâs loud-talking and going with the hands in my face, Iâm not interested in a show. And Iâm not about to hook off on her first. No, maâam. I want this beast to swing first so I can claim self-defense when I take it to her gut. I keep my eyes on her hands.
âYou know what, buffalo? I see why youâre miserable. Youâre ugly, boo. You know it. I know it. And the world knows it. And if I had to wake up every morning looking like you, Iâd be miserable too. Everything about you is dead wrong. From them whiskers around your face to them big-azz hands of yours, youâre a tragic waste. But I tell you what. Press me if you want. Iâma help put you outta your misery.â
She blinks. I can tell sheâs kinda shocked I brought it to her like that. And embarrassed since a few heads in back of her start snickering and saying stuff like, âOh snap ... she went in on her beard. . . . Dang, she callinâ Samantha out. . . . Hahaha, she called her a buffalo. . . .â Of course, the comments get her all amped and she starts yelling and cursing, but hasnât swung off yet so I already know what it is with this one, too. Sheâs another loudmouth broad whoâs all talk and no action. But Iâm done.
Just as Iâm about to step outta my heels, a golden-brown cutie steps in between us. âYo, Sammie, baby,â he says, wrapping his arm around her/it, but eyeing me. âWhy you effen witâ the newbie? Let her live, ma.â
I twist my lips up. Sammie? Hmmph. Whatever.
She shifts her glare from me and goes all starry-eyed looking up at Mr. Fine, like sheâs snagged the jackpot. âYou know what, Cease, you right, boo. Iâma let the trick live.â
I laugh. â Trick? Sweetie, boom! Iâm everything youâll never be. Fly. Fabulous. Flawless. So before you bring it to me, go shed a hundred pounds, shave them whiskers and that mustache, get those hands and feet right, then come check for me. âCause the next time you do, Sam the Man with the big hands, Iâma set it off on your face!â
She tries to lunge at me, but Mr. Fine holds her back.
Iâm tired of talking. I wanna fight! âBring it, baby. Punch me, ho.â
Everyone starts scattering when security comes down the hall, telling everyone to clear the halls and get to their homerooms. Mr. Cutie pulls Baby Bop down the hall in the opposite direction. I peep that Quanda broadâwith her ugly, trifling selfâdipping into the bathroom solo. My first thought is to creep up on her while sheâs in the stall and do her face in lovely. But, then I decide against it.
I strut off down the hall, my mind made up. The next ho who steps to me outta pocket is gonna get her sockets rockedâperiod, point blank!
9
Antonio
S econds before the second-period bell rings, I drop my backpack to the floor and slide into one of the chairs closest to the door, in back of AP English class. I decide this will be my seat for the rest of the school year. I ainât ever beat to sit any closer to the board than I have to. And, yeah, I get mostly Aâsâsome Bâs. Still, I prefer to sit in the back of the class witâ my peeps. But donât get it twisted, yo. Even when it looks like Iâm not listeninâ, Iâm still payinâ attention. I just donât like to let peeps know that I am, so I front like Iâm kinda slow, even though Iâm in mostly advanced placement classes. Still, for me,