Violet slammed her backpack upside LaTonya's head, knocking her down, swinging it back to block Heathers assault, kicking at her thigh in a follow up, sending her stumbling back.

"You fucking snob bitch," Heather cried out.

"I was going to pummel all of you regardless, Marcie is my friend," she reared back, telegraphing an over head blow with her backpack."

Lucy heard the yelling and somebody hitting the ground, rushing inside.

"Oh, I gotta see this shit," Franklin ran in the gym, peeking in the locker room door, to see the fight.

LaTonya got up to attack Violet from behind, while Heather fought her for her backpack.

"Surprise," Lucy grabbed her from behind, picking her up and slamming her back on the ground, kicking her.

Violet trying to get her backpack, shoves it to Heather, trying to push her down, Heather throws the backpack, just to get smacked in the face by Violet's heavy Dolce Gabbana purse. Swinging it like Thor; smacking her in the face, bludgeoning Heathers shoulders, her hands every time she tried to reach or throw a punch. Lucy is trading blows with LaTonya; dodging some of her punches and hammerfist, until she gets a hold of Lucy's hair, pulling her head down.

"You ain't tough, biotch," LaTonya yelled.

"Holy shit, Franklin said, recording it all.

Marcie gets her gag off, demanding Chelsea untie her, but she stands there trembling.

"Let me go, Chelsea."

"I… I can't. If they w-win; I might g-get beat up."

"They aren't going to win, Chelsea."

Violet dropped her purse, grabbing Heathers wrist, "you thought I was joking, huh," she started stomping on her feet.

Lucy takes the advantage of her situation, giving LaTonya several haymakers and kidney shots, pushing her to the lockers, getting hammer fisted in the back. Marcie and Chelsea cringe at the sight of Violet head-butting Heather, her head bouncing off the wall in to another head-butt, she let her wrist go, landing a solid punch to her eye, bouncing her head off the wall again, another one busting her lip open. LaTonya took enough body shots to let Lucy go, to which she started punching her in the chest, throwing a few left hooks in LaTonya's head, knocking her out.

Lucy goes to untie Marcie, glaring at Chelsea.

"I tried to tell them, L-L-Lucy, I tried."

Violet kneed Heather in the stomach, backing away to not get puked on, but she just tries to limp away. Violet gives her a hard soccer kick right in between the legs, knocking her down. Chelsea sat on the ground crying, Heather just breathes.

"Thanks, I owe you two big time," Marcie hugged them both.

"It's what friends are for, Marcie," Violet said.

LaTonya came to, trying to gather herself up, looking at the three of them, holding her head.

"Yo! That shit was dope, Baby! You are a beast," Franklin cheered.

"Is this enough incentive to leave Marcie alone," Violet asked LaTonya.

"Or… will we need to get her girlfriend involved; Peppermint Patty," Lucy leered at Heather sitting up.

"Peppermint Patty… is…," Heather started.

"The girl who wears the sandals all the time… with the El Camino, naw I'm good," LaTonya groaned.

Franklin kissed Violet passionately as they walked through the door, "I didn't know you went hard like that, bad bitches for real. I almost thought I'd hafta step in."

"No girl in this school can beat the bad bitches, you okay, Marcie," Lucy asked.

"I'm okay, it probably wouldn't have went this far, if I just said something. I feel so stupid."

"We know how these things go, we've been bullies. You've been driving Trish crazy, she thinks you want to break up with her," Lucy explained.

"Oh no, I didn't even think how she would feel… I'm a horrible girlfriend."

"It's okay, it's over now, just explain to her what happened, she'll be happy to have you back," Franklin reassured.

"Look, I'll take you over there, okay? I'm sure everybody is gone by now. I gotta take Franklin to get his ride, and I'll drop yall off… and Bae; don't post that online, I'm dealing with enough."

"No doubt."

"Thank you, Violet."


"I bet Trish would love to take this thing for a spin," Marcie guessed as Violet opened it up.

"I know she would. I think she might want to take you for a spin, first."

"Oh, it's down here."

"I've seen where she lives," Violet pulled in the driveway.

Peppermint Patty walks out wondering why Violet was at her house.

"Hey, whassup, how's it goin?"

"You're welcome, Trish… don't get mad, please."

"Mad at what, Violet?"

"Sir," Marcie got out from behind her.

"Marcie, you're here," she hugged her, "why would I be mad?"

"She'll explain everything, Trish. I gotta get Bae to get his ride, and take Lucy home… we were just trying to help our friend," Violet backed out the driveway.

"Marcie, what's going on," she lead her inside.


Marcie cried, explaining everything up to Violet and Lucy beating Heather and LaTonya to a pulp.

"You could've just told me, and I'd have dealt with it myself."

"I didn't want you getting in trouble, or jumped."

"I can take on Lucy and Violet together, even with Violet's dirty fighting."

"I thought I could deal with it by myself, I'm sorry, please don't be mad."

"I just can't believe nobody else told me."

"Violet and Lucy are the only ones that knew, they saw it happen."

"As long as you're okay, I'm okay," she kissed her. "I'm going to make sure the problem is over with, though."

Marcie held her face, pulling in to a kiss, giving her tongue, sucking on her lips, moving to sit in her lap, running a hand through her hair.

"It's been a while… Sir," she whispered in her ear, sucking her earlobe.


"My ride, I can't wait to get it back," Franklin blurted out, excited.

"Gee, did you not enjoy extra time with your girlfriend," Lucy snarked.

"Yeah of course I did, it's just nice to have your own car, ya know?"

"I don't have a car, Franklin," Lucy huffed.

"Do you want me to buy you a car, Luce," Violet parked.

"I couldn't ask you to do that, what do I look like, asking you to buy me a BMW?"

Violet raised an eyebrow, glaring through her rearview, "you see I see you, right?"

"Not a new one of course… maybe three years old?"

"My Benz is six years old, this Quatroportè is five years old… they call me a snob."

"I'm joking, I'm joking, I guess a Porsche is out of the question, huh? Nothing special; a Boxster S."

"La-La must've hit you in the head, c'mon Franklin," she got out.

"Look at it, with all it's windows," he beamed.

Violet couldn't help but smile at him, walking inside, being greeted by an employee at the counter.

"What can I do ya fer," he asked.

"We're picking up his Tahoe."

"All right, I just need the ticket, and we'll get'cha squared away, an back on the road."

Franklin handed him the ticket.

"I saw your Tahoe on the news and everything. We all saw the news and were thinking; ain't that thing sittin' in tha shop right now? Shame what that rich guy did… they always think they can do what they want, and step on us poor folks… to think, of all the good he's done."

"I know, right," Violet agreed.

"Seriously; who knew that man would be like that?"

"Took me by surprise, especially all the times my boyfriend has been over my house," she pulled out her wallet.

"That'll be; eight seventy-five," he took her card, "you say; your house?"

"He's my dad," she sighed.

"Jeez… you poor girl."

Violet walked Franklin to his SUV, giving him a kiss, walking back to her car.

"Not that you probably deserve it… but he said his uncle is selling an Intrepid."

"Don't deserve it? You think I really want you to buy me a car, especially some luxury car? You know me better than that."

"I know," she pulled on to the street, "damn Bae!"

Franklin zooms past her, turning at the next block, blasting music.

"I just want my friends happy."

"Even if you did; I would need to talk to my parents about it. I love riding to school with Charlie, but it would be nice to have my own car before Summer."

"You going over there for some naked cuddling," she teased.

"Maybe. A lady never tells."

"We're going to the Lookout and have sex in the back of his Tahoe."