Chapter 5: Girl Fight
"¡Oye, niño, no tengas miedo!" I mumbled some of the words after that line, wiggling my hips and singing into a hair brush. Then, continuing coherently, "¡Solo te quiero a ti—ee!"
The vibration of the phone in my back pocket threw me into a slight jump. I'm guessing it was Dante.
Nicky and Vergil have been going out for three weeks now, along with me and Dante. Thought the Vicole couple (haha, you like that) are more couple-like, I'm getting used to the idea of belonging to Dante.
I opened the slim cell to bold text:
DANTE
(418)790-1628-4732
A pic of him kissing my cheek and my usual 'I hate you' face was enough to make me smile when Caller ID displayed my boyfriend. No doubt he's hot, no doubt he's all into, but I just don't know how to react to him sometimes I mashed the talk button with on digit and used two others ones to turn my blaring stereo down.
"Dante," I stated for the mere purpose of hearing his abnormal name roll out my mouth.
"Hey babe," he always chimed like a baritone bell, "Are you ready?"
"We've been ready!" Nicole answered as she sprinted in, landing on my incarnadine-themed bed. The crumbs from her daily crack (Poptarts) dispersed across the worn, woven cotton, which she soon after swiped off thoughtlessly.
"Hey!" I snapped in a mocking tone, "Really?"
She seemed clueless of what I was talking about, "What?"
"Crumbs on my bed—"
"I'll be over in five minutes," Dante interrupted almost involuntarily, as if he had the right to. I mean, he did but I don't want to be interrupted, you ahole!
"—Thanks, Dante."
"Love—" Click. The phone flew next to my dresser to the floor and stayed there. Neither Nicole nor I bothered to pick it up right now.
Speaking of Nicole, she mused aloud, "You're so mean to him," nomming on poptarts "I think you should be nicer."
"You have Vergil whipped, so you can't talk!"
Last weekend, we went to the amusement park. I'm scared of roller coasters and won't go by myself; Nicky won't go at all. I rode with Dante a couple of times before I noticed that Vergil was also hesitant to get on.
"Come on, Verg!" I pointed at the Green Giant, the highest rollercoaster…and the veggie guy but who cared for him…
Before I could tell him it'd be fun, Nicole crossed her arms and gave him the look. Not a look, the look; and he hesitated again mumbling curses.
"You better not leave me, Vergil!" Her hips tilted as her brows furrowed deeply.
"Wow, Nicole," Dante snickered, nudging her in the side, "You've got him whipped…"
I decided to mess with him a bit, "Phrase's getting old."
Vergil smugly and barely replied in a chime of his own, "Whipped."
I glanced at Nicole who was now annoyed by all this than anything, so I changed the subject, "MOVING ON!"
So Dante and I began holding hands a couple of weeks ago, talking and walking during lunch. Most of the stuff we talked about was me and Nicole; how we met, my family, why I'm so timid and stuff…Dante easily accepted who I was, all of my scars and flaws.
"Do you mind that I was beaten…?" It seemed like something to ask while I sat on the bend in the courtyard garden, watching Nicole chastise Vergil for getting the wrong kind of poptarts. With my dog tags I fumbled, stomach churning. I honestly expected to be less of a person to him, just like I was to everyone but Nicole. They didn't understand; they never would.
"It's fine with me if it's fine with you," Dante shrugged, making eye contact with me. A smile played on his lips briefly. When it faded, he continued, "But you're not over it."
And I looked at my fidgeting fingers. "I know…"
The wind blew, and the scene turned cinematic, straight out of a lovey-dovey chick flick. His hands reached for one of mine and drew it to his lips. Dante kissed it lightly, smiling and stifling a small laugh.
"Corny's not my thing, you know…but whatever—in all seriousness," Dante cleared his throat, "I'm serious about you, regardless if you're 14, or you don't believe me, or whatever. I still like you."
By this time, Nicole had slipped in a puddle of yesterday's rain, and Vergil scowled incredulously. Of course my attention was on that. I couldn't look Dante in the face anymore, as his face began to linger closer. Please bell, ring!
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
"See ya!" I blurted, darting from his tall figure to yank Nicky away from Vergil to inside the main hall, first floor. She fell against the vending machine when I let go, I hyperventilated like a freak.
"N-nicky!"
"Yuss?" Nicky smiled innocently.
"They're totally into us, it's weird—!"
A blur of blonde hair and a chic black ensemble with heels zoomed next to us. It's like the succubus waited for this moment, just to kill on Nicky and me to eliminate the competition.
"Well if it isn't Miss-so-stupid-I-trip-on-air and Miss-so-smart-I-don't-have-a-clue," she smirked. The people around us froze; a moment in time dedicated to this special and sudden conflict. Her petty and not even insulting remark shrunk in comparison to what we've heard and were used to at our ghetto middle school, but I know for a fact it bothered us all the same.
"Excuse me?" Nicole retorted, fired up.
The smirk on Trish's face made my blood boil, hell! As she explained herself, my fists clenched in anger; I was ready to lash out. "You heard me, ghetto bitches!"
"Shut your mouth, you fuckin' blonde!" Nicole spat, "Or are you too stupid to realize it's running?"
The crowd 'oohed' at the smart remark, surprised Nicole had it in her.
"I can't be as dumb as you—you've both got some nerve going to school where you don't belong. I mean," She snickered, "you trashy sluts have no style, no class—"
Nicole, suddenly gone ghetto, shouted, "Aw, hellz naw!"
"What the fuck, Trish?" I bellowed, angry. I couldn't really start firing off yet…I'd destroy that bitch in half a second flat.
"What do you mean, 'what the fuck' loser?" She stifled a laugh, "Gawd you are such a loser, I mean gawd! I have retard friends smarter than you pair—"
"I'd rather be a total retard than be some whore who cheats because she can't stop giving it up! I mean, really! I'd be insulted to be just like you, giving it up at age 17! Wait 'til you're 20, you'll be just another piece of shit in a bag of skin that old men find repulsive to even touch, let alone look at." I wanted her to hit me, insulting my friend and me…BRING IT! "Tell me Trish, how was Mr. Knorr? I heard you fucked the janitor right in the closet after school yesterday." I added that last part, hoping it would coax her into wanting to swing at me.
"Why you—"
I threw out my arms, "What then?! You got a problem with me? Come on then, hit me!"
She growled with cat eyes, "You got some nerve freshman hoe…!"
"HIT ME!" I shrieked, shoving her over the edge, "Hit me, you fucking skank—"
SLAP!
Her acrylic nails dug harsh trails across my left cheek, leaving a fiery blaze to it. But that was enough to let the school crucify her instead of me. By school code, she's in the doghouse. I'm not.
And guess what?
I swung a blow straight to her nose.
BAM!
A heartbeat times five before she hit the ground with a bloody nose, and the scene sped up.
"Keili!" Dante snapped, restraining me in a giant bear hug. "What's up with you?!"
I heard Lady's voice repeating, "Go away, nothing to see here! Move on!"
Vergil held onto Nicole gently no doubt, as her expressing was far less angry. Instead, her face seemed riddled with a mental anguish; she hated it when I fought people. She never does it, she walks away because she knows it's better and the right thing. I'm more stupid and emotional, which pissed the guys off right about now.
Dante explained in a stern and almost hushed tone, "Lady will bring drop your stuff off at our house later. Let's get out of here."
My hand became lost in his vice grip as we traveled through the school to the outside parking lot and altogether in Dante's Navigator. I'm sure Vergil would pick up his Lexus later.
I clambered into the front seat by no choice, what with Vergil and Nicole occupying the back. She sat in the middle and he on the right so she could easily wrap her arms around his middle and bury her face in his chest. My eyebrows furrowed so low they could touch my short eyelashes, my arms crossed under my boobs; Vans-covered feet settled on the dashboard as I slumped, facing outside's gray and cloudy weather.
"I can't believe you did that," Dante sighed, his tone complex as he turned on the car and drove off-campus, "Really?"
I felt ashamed for one of the few times in my life. He had half-heartedly scolded me, and I grew shameful. Tears blurred my vision but with the best strength I could muster they were withheld. He continued to scold me like my mother, just no shouting. And this was what set him apart from my mother as well:
"Why did you do it?"
And I fell into a fit of sobbing—it sounded like I mourned for someone, really. It scared me.
"We worked our asses off to get her and your whore-y bitch of an ex thinks she has the right to degrade us according to class, standards and how much money we have, then you damn right I'm giving it to her!"
He pulled into the side of some random road, stern gaze analyzing me. My hands clamped onto each other, tears wetting my clothes. Dante reached over, surprisingly smiling.
Swiping a tear from my eyes, he smirked, "Hey babe, you should smile."
"Why?" Everyone's gaze fixed on me.
"Because," he started to laugh, "You know for a fact you girls both laid that bitch's ass out!"
Everyone except for Vergil busted out laughing, and he smirked accordingly. It did seem funny how ghetto but right it sounded coming from Dante, and it made me happy that he accepted that fact.
When we stopped, Dante restarted the car, driving us to our destination. But as soon as he wheeled around the corner, Wendy's in site, he shouted, "Who's hungry besides Nicole?!"
Nicole waved her hands high, "Ooh! Ooh! MEEEE!!"
-end-
A/N
Sorry it took so long. It was hard to do. Really.
I'm horrible at coming up with threats unless they're on the spot, and I had to really think about these…xDDD I laughed my ass of (so did Nicky) when I wrote her burning Trish to a crisp. It was AWSHUM!!
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PS! The song from the beginnig is: 1,2,3 GO! by Belanova.