LITMIR.BIZ

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“I’m ’bout to wild-out!”

      “This what you do,” Tay said as we got out the car. “When she comes to the door, drag her ass down the stairs. Don’t even show her no mercy. She knew Quamir was your dude, yet she keeps calling him over here. Nah, we gon’ end this right now.” Tay’s lips popped twice as she zigzagged her neck. She was the spitting image of the ghetto twins in ATL, with the attitude to match, which is why I knew that if nothing else I could always count on her to be down with the get down. Even when I just wanted to curl up and die, she was on guard.

      “You know this don’t make no sense, right?”

      Seven said as she got out the car. “Mommy will kick our asses if she knew we were out here like this! Forget Quamir!”

      “Forget Quamir? Do you know how bad he keep doggin’ this fool?” Tay pointed at me.

      “Don’t call me no fool.” I rolled my eyes as we walked up the steps.

      “My fault,” she gave me a crooked smile. “You know what I mean. Anyway, Seven, do you know this is like…the nineteenth time we ready to pounce on ole boy? Girl, please forget Quamir. He’s takin’ time away from me and my man. I wish I would—”

      “Tay.” I was pissed and she was making it worse. “You don’t even have a man.”

      “Exactly,” she whispered as I rang the bell. “And I’m not gon’ get one chasing behind yours.”

      “Excuse you?” I sucked my teeth.

      “Don’t get mad, kick ass. Show ’em what’s really hood. I’m tired of this dude playing you every other week. Shit, I need some sleep.”

      “This don’t make no sense.” Seven tapped her foo standing behind me. I could feel the warmth of her breath as she sighed against my neck.

      “For real, y’all,” I said. “Not now, ’cause the way I feel, y’all ’bout to get it. So my suggestion to you,” I looked at Seven and then at Tay, “is to fall back.”

      “Excuse you?” Seven blinked her eyes.

      “Be clear,” Tay spat. “T-skee ain’t the one. Let Quamir and his new skeezer be the only ones you feel comfortable bringin’ it to—”

      “No, I don’t appreciate—”

      “Toi—” Tay interrupted me.

      “Don’t cut me off!”

      “Would you shut up?” she said, tight-lipped with arched eyebrows. “Somebody’s comin’ to the door!”

      Immediately, all the air left my body as I watched Quamir open the door with Shanice standing beside him. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me, especially since I knew Shanice. I mean, we weren’t friends, but we went to school together and she knew Quamir was my man.

      I could feel my eyes knocking in the back of my head, but now was not the time to cry. So I held my tears back as best I could, and looked at Shanice’s face. I couldn’t deny how pretty she was, and for a moment I wondered if Quamir thought she was prettier than me. We were both the color of fresh apple butter, yet her eyes glistened like full moons, while mine were almond shaped. I had a dimpled smile and she had a wide one. Unless I had my hair flat ironed straight, it fell over my shoulders in an abundance of ocean waves, but ole girl wore a cheap blond clip weave. Wait a minute, I just found a flaw, at least my hair is real. Now I had the souped-up confidence I needed to handle my business. “This what you want, Quamir?”

      “Yo’,” he said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

      “What you think?” I pointed my hand like a gun in his face, yet looking dead in hers. “This the tramp you want?”

      “What is she doin’ at my door, Quamir? You don’t be coming to my house!” Shanice screamed, jumping up and down, acting as if at any moment she was gon’ bring it.

      “I know she ain’t stuntin’,” Tay snapped. “Oh, hell no!”

      “And what?” Shanice hunched her shoulders. “He don’t want her and she knows it!”

      True story, I wanted to just walk away, but my mixed emotions wouldn’t let me leave like that. I needed Quamir to see the pain on my face, and then maybe he would understand what he was doing to me. I felt like I was in a trance, or better yet blazed; like everything was moving in slow motion, a euphoric high that made me feel like nothing was real. Nevertheless, I had to do this. I had to teach this chick a lesson about messing with my man or better yet, teach him a lesson about messing around on me.

      Therefore, I pushed all rational thought out of my mind and let my heart and bruised emotions lead the way. I reached over Quamir’s shoulder and yanked Shanice by the hair. All hell broke loose! I pounced on my prey like crazy, sending the entire porch into an uproar. I’m not sure how Quamir moved out of the way, but all I knew is that he was standing there watching as I dragged her down the stairs by her hair, causing parts of her weave to fly into the breeze.

      “What I tell you about my man, trick!” I swung with all I had as I pulled her into the street. The flashing streetlamp that shone above us splashed like a spotlight into her frightened face.

      “Toi!” Quamir screamed, running down the stairs, the soles of his Timberlands thumping against the wood. “Yo, chill.”

      Chill? To hell with chill—all chill could do for me at that moment was get its ass beat.

      “What?” Tay said in killer mode. “I know you ain’t tryna do nothin’, Quamir!”

      Quamir ignored her. Instead, he stood there watching with his left thumb tucked behind his belt buckle with a smirk on his face, all while I beat this girl down.

      The girl threw a punch, but I ducked, came back up, and caught her in the chin.

      “Shanice, Toi, I said chill,” Quamir said with ease. I could tell he wanted to laugh because I could hear the sounds in his throat.

      Although Shanice was trying to fight back, I was beatin’ on her like crazy as Quamir stood there and watched as if this was his favorite pastime entertainment.

      “Slap her!” Tay shouted. “Her face is clear again, Toi!”

      “That’s enough!” Seven yelled as she tried to pull me off of Shanice. Seeing that she wasn’t successful, Quamir jumped in and lifted me up by my waist. Instantly, the fight ceased.

      As Quamir put me down, he stood with his back to me as Shanice ran up and started pushing her chest against his. “Get out the way!”

      My chest was heaving up and down. “Bring it!” I spat. “Bring…it!”

      Tay shot me a high five, and wagged her tongue out like a salivating dog, “You…spank dat…ass!” she hunched her shoulders toward Shanice, who was still pushing against Quamir. “Booyah!”

      “Yo,” Quamir pushed Shanice back. “What I say?”

      “Bring it! Please bring it!” I was screaming at the top of my lungs.

      “Let me go, Quamir!” Shanice pushed against him and pointed at me. “I promise you, I’ma get you jumped, you ain’t gon’ never be able to walk these streets again! You really don’t know who I am!”

      “You ain’t shit!” I yelled, “I just whooped yo’ ass in front of your house and ain’t nobody come out to help you? Girl, please.”

      “My mother ain’t home, otherwise she’d would’ve shot yo’ azz!”

      I yawned, and tapped my lips, “What…eva!”

      Shanice snorted, her weave hanging by a strand on her head. “You crazy bitch!” she struggled to reach for me, “I hate you! You know I’ma kill her, Quamir!”

      “Chill,” he said sternly.

      “This

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