"Know you really don't wanna step to this

Really don't know why you talkin' shit

You 'bout to catch one right in the lip

It's about to be a what?

Girl fight!"

-Girl Fight by Brook Valentine

All That She Wants

Chapter 3

"It's About To Be A... Girl fight"

"Are you serious?!" Soujahn said shocked on the phone. She could hear the keys 'clacking' as she typed on the keyboard of her computer. "I would have died!" She exclaimed.

"What was he doing, constructing an archaeological dig in your mouth?" She asked bewildered.

Stacey was on the other line of the phone, lying down on her bed cross legged, "I know! His tongue was darting in and out of mouth. I thought he was gonna puncture my face!" She propped an elbow under her to lift herself up. She readjusted herself to the middle of the bed, stretched over to the night table, and got a pink notebook and a blue gel pen.

"I thought 16-year olds knew how to kiss." She said while laughing. "What about you; when was your first?" Stacey asked. Suddenly a thought popped into her mind.

"Wait before you tell me," She interrupted. "Shouldn't I know already? I mean we are best friends, of course. I feel hurt so hurt!" She said in a mock tone of crying.

Soujahn, on the other line, still typing, rolled her eyes, "Whatever, Stacey."

Stacey sucked her teeth, "Anyways... Come on, dish." She said changing the subject.

"Well... okay. It happened when I was 14 at summer camp. It was with this fine guy named Timothy. He was into Indie Rock, which I have no clue is, and we went out for most of camp." Soujahn suddenly stopped.

"Uh huh, what else?" Stacey asked eagerly.

"Well-what else to you want to know?" Soujahn asked sheepishly.

Stacey rolled her eyes, "Only the dirty details." Soujahn said nothing for a few seconds.

"Okay then, just give me numbers." Stacey said to ease Soujahn a bit into telling her.

"Well, definitely number one, two, and a little bit of three." Soujahn said. Stacey just sat down on her bed, her jaw agape.

"But you have to promise me that you won't anything to anyone-not even Nikki!" Soujahn begged.

"I even swore Timothy not to tell." She said.

"I promise I won't tell a soul." Stacey said reassuring her best friend. Little did Soujahn know was that the bitch had her fingers crossed behind her back.

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Music started to blare to the speakers set around the room. The 'clacking' and 'clicking' was heard as people typed on the computers. People, mostly teenagers, were chatting loudly, or taking pictures of each other on their cell-phones. Some were spinning on the barstools at the counter. Employees passed around each unoccupied table, picking up empty plates and cups. They put them in the gray, rectangular trays; it made a 'clink' sound as it made contact with the other items inside, adding to the noise in the room. Plants, big and small, were in every corner. The smell of lattés and muffins filled the air throughout the entire room.

This was the local hangout near Edward J. Milton High School: The Spot. The Spot was a cafe for anyone (meaning adolescents) to just escape the pressures of classes, homework, teachers, and tests. Although this place was popular, the owner, Mr. Holleman, also has his ups and downs at The Spot. His good days of business were when the teens had no major work to do. His bad days were when the teenagers had to do majors tests like finals and midterms.

Soujahn was walking from a counter at the cafe, balancing a red tray with a huge muffin and a cup of hot chocolate. She made her way past the teens that were bopping to the music or looking for the right angle to take a photo with cell phones. She found at table and sat down-at the table were Nikki and Stacey. Soujahn removed a bit of the paper that was on the muffin. Looking at its size, she looked up.

"Want a bite?" She offered to Nikki, who was across from her. Nikki raised one of her eyebrows and gave her a quizzical look.

"You know how many carbs are in that thing?" Nikki asked.

Soujahn rolled her eyes playfully, "Whatever." She said before she sunk her teeth into the muffin.

"I am so stressed." Stacey exasperated.

"The English paper. I know; have you started yours yet?" Soujahn said before she took another big bite from the muffin. Nikki pulled out her phone and looked for the camera selection.

"No, not yet and my parents act like I'm leaving for college tomorrow. They're driving me crazy." Stacey complained. Soujahn took another bit of the muffin and Nikki snapped a picture of it. She immediately saved it and then closed her phone. She looked up quickly to hide any suspicion to her.

"My dad's constantly on me as if a B means I'm failing." Nikki said.

"I know..." Stacey exasperated again. Stacey picked up a white envelope and took a neatly folded paper inside it. Nikki and Soujahn had identical envelopes as well.

"Okay, the lowest GPA has to do whatever we say." Stacey said as she unfolded the paper. This was a ritual that they usually did when they received progress reports. Whoever got the lowest grades had to do whatever the other two say; even the silliest whim had to be done.

"No way. I hate opening progress reports." Nikki complained.

"Tough. Add 'em up sports fans." Stacey said as she laid down the paper on the table. Nikki and Soujahn looked at the progress report paper.

"3.75." She said with a look of accomplishment on her face.

Nikki looked shocked at the report, "That's genius; I fold." She looked up at Soujahn. "Let's see 'em, SuSu." Nikki said.

Soujahn looked up from the paper as she took another bit from the muffin, shaking her head furiously.

"No, thank you." She managed to get out with her mouth full of bread and raisins.

"Come on, SuSu how bad can they be?" Stacey coaxed the girl. Nikki reached over and quickly grabbed the envelope, but so not to crumple it.

She opened the envelope and pulled out the progress report; she opened the report. Nikki made a slight snort, "Straight A's; GPA is... 4.0." She passed the paper to Stacey. "Nice work." She congratulated Soujahn.

Stacey looked at the paper, "Plus Honors! I am so proud of you!" She said congratulating Soujahn. Soujahn smiled and gave herself a pat on the back.

"Let the grade geek be the loser," Nikki said with a smirk. "What should we make her do?" She asked Stacey.

Stacey eyes lifted to the ceiling for an answer, "Uhm... She buys next round." Stacey said.

"No; too weak." Nikki disagreed. Her face soon lightened up. "I know. Lovesick over here is, like, obsessed with this guy and maybe you could put in a good word for her." She pointed over to Stacey. Stacey looked over to Nikki with a shocked look on her face.

"Don't you say a wo-" Stacey was cut off by Nikki, who was trying to get her hand to Stacey's mouth.

"Well who is it?" Soujahn asked with a smile on her face at their bickering.

"Nikki, don't you dare!" Stacey said with anger and playfulness in her tone.

Nikki laughed a bit before saying the name, "It's Tony." Soujahn's smile soon faded into a slight frown.

'Tony? Stacey likes Tony?!' Soujahn thought. Wasn't it evident that Soujahn had a crush on him? Too bad she didn't know Stacey had a crush on the young man also.

Nikki waited for an answer, "So, are you gonna tell him?" She asked.

"Will you, please?" Stacey said with her lower lip stuck out and batted her eyes.

Nikki jumped in and spoke before Soujahn had a chance, "Of course she will- you're her best friend. You'd do it for her."

"Yeah, definitely." Soujahn said with an uneasy smile. Stacey's face lit up.

"Thank you so much!" She said as she leaned over and hugged Soujahn. As Soujahn's head rested on her shoulder during the hug, the uneasy smile was still there, looking more fake by the second. Stacey let go and straightened the blue sweater that was over her shoulders.

Nikki took a sip of the latté that was in front of her, smiling at the devious plan which was ready to unveil in her head.

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"Soujahn is a joy to have in class," A tan colored woman read from a letter in her hand as she leaned on the small island counter in her kitchen.

"Soujahn is... Soujahn does... Who is this girl they are talking about?" She joked as she went over to the stove.

"Thanks a lot, Mom." Soujahn said sarcastically as she put a small handful of green peppers into the pan on the lit stove. Her mother, Barbra, giggled.

"Great job baby," She took Soujahn's head in her hands and gives her a smooch on the temple. "I'm so proud of you." She took the progress report and looked it over again.

"You know, you should fax this to your dad." Barbra suggested. Even though she and her husband were divorced when Soujahn was at a young age, she still wanted Soujahn and her father to remain close.

"I did, and he called." Soujahn said as she walked over to the four-chaired table and adjusted the silverware.

"Yeah? I bet he's really proud, huh?" Barbra asked with a smile as she went to the stove with a spatula, mixing in the food in the pan.

"Yeah..." She said with a giggle.

"Um... He and Claire want me to spend the summer with them in Spain." She said. Her mother looked up from her mixing and the smile that she wore went away.

"Oh, well that's nice. Do you wanna go?" Barbra asked.

"Yeah. Um, if that's okay with you." She responded.

"Yeah, it's fine with me. Maybe you'll pick up the language, huh?" She said.

Soujahn giggled a bit. She put the plates on the table on place mats.

Suddenly her mom's face brightened up with an idea, "Hey, let's celebrate. Why don't I take you and Stacey out to someplace nice?" She suggested.

Soujahn walked over to the cabinet and got two glasses. "Mom, I don't think Stacey wants to celebrate my grades." She went to the table and put the glasses down.

"Well isn't Stacey's birthday coming up; why don't we just plan something for her?" Barbra asked.

"Yeah. Um... About that. Nikki's parents are planning it this year." Soujahn said as she grabbed the salt and pepper shakers.

"Why is that?" Her mother asked.

"I don't know. I guess they thought it was too expensive." She told her mom.

Barbra scoffed, "Well it's not."

"Why don't I just call Nikki's mom and we ca-" Barbra was cut short.

"Mom! That's the worst idea you could come up with-she doesn't want your help." Soujahn walked off and rushed up the stairs with her feet making quick drum beats on the steps.

"What did I say?" Barbra asked herself loudly.

"Soujahn! Soujahn!" She yelled, but no answer.

"I can't understand that girl sometimes..." She said to herself again as she continued her work on the stove.

Well, here's the next chapter. I know I wrote before on my profile page that I was going to be on hiatus-and I am-but this chapter was lying on my computer. I might as well have uploaded it. I'll still be taking reviews. The same rules apply. Mindless reviews such as "OMG I lyk this OMG!!! 1111onz" and flames are not accepted. Constructive criticism (no matter who harsh) is STRONGLY accepted.

-Lovenelie