flying. Amy has a fistful of Steph’s hair. So much for putting it up. Then, one of Amy’s friends grabs Steph. Oh, hell no. Keesh jumps in before I can and starts pushing that bitch back. Amy scratches my neck while I continue to try and part these ultimate fighters.
“ Come on, knock it off,” I scream at them.
Ow. Ouch. Son of a fucking bitch, she’s pulling my hair. She’s seriously pulling my hair. My scalp burns and my eyes start to water. So I do what any other girl would do. I grab a handful of her precious hair and yank on it with as much force as I can.
Amy falls to the floor, and I stand there with a row of blonde extensions in my hand. It’s like time freezes. Keesh and the other chick stop fighting. Steph is right next to me breathing hard, huffing and puffing. And all eyes are on Amy.
I toss the horse hair at her. “Who’s the wimp now, bitch?” I yell at her.
Roars of laughter belt out. Travis whisks me away, with Josh and my girls not too far behind.
We’re back in the car driving away before anyone speaks.
“ Do me a favor, ladies. Next time you start a brawl, wait for me to get the mud ready,” Josh says through giggles.
“ Omigod, we just got in a fight,” I say.
Steph is shaking her head. “I know. That was crazy. I’m sorry, ya’ll.”
“ Don’t be sorry,” Travis tells her, looking in his rearview mirror. “That was the most fun we’ve had all year.”
“ Right,” Keesh says.
“ Are you guys okay?” he asks.
Josh turns around to inspect us. The goofy grin on his face makes me laugh inside. I know he’s concerned but he’s even more amused.
“ Steph, you have a little scratch on your cheek,” he tells her, reaching out his hand.
She slaps it away. “Don’t touch it. I swear, if it scars, I’m gonna kick her ass again.” She pauses. “I did kick her ass, right?” She flits her eyes to each of us quickly.
“ Hell yes,” Travis shouts. Keesh pats her leg, nodding.
“ Not a scratch on you, Keesh,” Josh tells her. “You either, Megster.”
“ My head hurts though.” I rub the side of my head where Amy pulled on a handful of hair. “And my neck stings.” I pull my hair to the side.
“ Eew,” Keesh mutters. “Looks like a really long paper cut. She got you good.”
“ Well, it burns like one too.”
Travis tosses me a cool bottled water. “Try putting that on it. It might help.”
I do as I’m told and relax into the seat.
Just as I’m about to get under my covers, my phone chimes.
Ha. It’s Alex.
What up Mike Tyson?
I can’t help but laugh out loud.
News travels fast and far
Sure does. U okay?
Besides feeling like a total dumb ass, yes.
Why?
I got in a fight. How stupid is that?
Sounds like she started it. You had to defend yourself.
Stl doesn’t make it any better. Wish she wld just cut the bullshit already
This is Amy. Probably NOT gonna happen.
Its ur fault, U know
Me? Why? I’m 400 miles away
U picked her first :(
My mistake but wont happen again
Uh oh…we knw where this convo is goin
U started it
Oops. My bad.
No worries. Happy 2 tlk abt US anytime
Nice
Miss you Meggie
Miss you too
Sometimes, I have to stop myself from typing Love you . I bet he does the same. Instead, we always sign off with Miss you . It works. For now.
Thirteen
Fortunately, I was able to keep this long gash on my neck hidden from my parents yesterday. I spent the entire day hanging out with my mom but I left my hair down and wore a hoodie, so she never noticed. I really have no interest in hashing out Saturday’s main event with my mom or dad.
When I left this morning, my mom was so engrossed in her magazine and listening to Seacrest, I didn’t have to worry. For the most part, the scratch isn’t visible. You have to look pretty close to see it since my shirt has a high neckline.
First period is almost over when an office aide flies in with about as much grace as an elephant. We all watch as she passes a
“ Come on, knock it off,” I scream at them.
Ow. Ouch. Son of a fucking bitch, she’s pulling my hair. She’s seriously pulling my hair. My scalp burns and my eyes start to water. So I do what any other girl would do. I grab a handful of her precious hair and yank on it with as much force as I can.
Amy falls to the floor, and I stand there with a row of blonde extensions in my hand. It’s like time freezes. Keesh and the other chick stop fighting. Steph is right next to me breathing hard, huffing and puffing. And all eyes are on Amy.
I toss the horse hair at her. “Who’s the wimp now, bitch?” I yell at her.
Roars of laughter belt out. Travis whisks me away, with Josh and my girls not too far behind.
We’re back in the car driving away before anyone speaks.
“ Do me a favor, ladies. Next time you start a brawl, wait for me to get the mud ready,” Josh says through giggles.
“ Omigod, we just got in a fight,” I say.
Steph is shaking her head. “I know. That was crazy. I’m sorry, ya’ll.”
“ Don’t be sorry,” Travis tells her, looking in his rearview mirror. “That was the most fun we’ve had all year.”
“ Right,” Keesh says.
“ Are you guys okay?” he asks.
Josh turns around to inspect us. The goofy grin on his face makes me laugh inside. I know he’s concerned but he’s even more amused.
“ Steph, you have a little scratch on your cheek,” he tells her, reaching out his hand.
She slaps it away. “Don’t touch it. I swear, if it scars, I’m gonna kick her ass again.” She pauses. “I did kick her ass, right?” She flits her eyes to each of us quickly.
“ Hell yes,” Travis shouts. Keesh pats her leg, nodding.
“ Not a scratch on you, Keesh,” Josh tells her. “You either, Megster.”
“ My head hurts though.” I rub the side of my head where Amy pulled on a handful of hair. “And my neck stings.” I pull my hair to the side.
“ Eew,” Keesh mutters. “Looks like a really long paper cut. She got you good.”
“ Well, it burns like one too.”
Travis tosses me a cool bottled water. “Try putting that on it. It might help.”
I do as I’m told and relax into the seat.
Just as I’m about to get under my covers, my phone chimes.
Ha. It’s Alex.
What up Mike Tyson?
I can’t help but laugh out loud.
News travels fast and far
Sure does. U okay?
Besides feeling like a total dumb ass, yes.
Why?
I got in a fight. How stupid is that?
Sounds like she started it. You had to defend yourself.
Stl doesn’t make it any better. Wish she wld just cut the bullshit already
This is Amy. Probably NOT gonna happen.
Its ur fault, U know
Me? Why? I’m 400 miles away
U picked her first :(
My mistake but wont happen again
Uh oh…we knw where this convo is goin
U started it
Oops. My bad.
No worries. Happy 2 tlk abt US anytime
Nice
Miss you Meggie
Miss you too
Sometimes, I have to stop myself from typing Love you . I bet he does the same. Instead, we always sign off with Miss you . It works. For now.
Thirteen
Fortunately, I was able to keep this long gash on my neck hidden from my parents yesterday. I spent the entire day hanging out with my mom but I left my hair down and wore a hoodie, so she never noticed. I really have no interest in hashing out Saturday’s main event with my mom or dad.
When I left this morning, my mom was so engrossed in her magazine and listening to Seacrest, I didn’t have to worry. For the most part, the scratch isn’t visible. You have to look pretty close to see it since my shirt has a high neckline.
First period is almost over when an office aide flies in with about as much grace as an elephant. We all watch as she passes a
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