Chapter 12
“What the hell is Casey doing here?”
“Well, since she’s obviously walking out of the Bath and Body Works right there, I’d say she was make-up shopping with Veronica and all them,” Amira explained matter-of-factly. We all just stared, completely dumbfounded at her. “What?”
“Well, she’s gonna need some pretty thick cover-up to hide the bruises you gave her.” And once again more staring. “What?” I asked.
“I don’t think you quite explained everything that went on in that car.”
“Oh, nothing really; Casey got bitchy, Ami and Jam beat the crap out of her, Jam and I bet on how long it would take for her to commit suicide; you know, just the usual stuff,” I told him nonchalantly. He just gaped at us, Mikey imitating his movements or lack thereof.
“I think it’s going to be very entertaining hanging out with all of you,” Gerard said. Amira and I looked at each other, raised our eyebrows, shrugged, and then as a final movement, high-fived.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” The unpleasant voice of Veronica Patterson rang through us. It was sickly sweet.
“Oh, just die already Veronica,” I told her, equally sweet.
“What did you say b***h?” her friend – well, slave was a more accurate word, sneered, pushing her way in front of them all. She was known as Renee, but that’s not necessary information.
“Is Veronica really that spineless and pathetic to not talk herself? But I guess she can’t, seeing how she can’t seem to think for herself either,” I spat.
“Oh, don’t even go there b***h!” Veronica yelled.
“Ah, so she has a voice! And I was under the impression we would have to get a voicebox for her.”
“Why don’t you just say what’s on your mind Asia?” Casey seethed. Now this could be really interesting.
“It’s nice to know you can speak for yourself too. With the way you were acting earlier, we all thought Veronica was living vicariously through you,” Amira was furious as well, and moved to stand next to me in front of the ‘b***h Parade’ as we so dubbed them.
“I doubt you want to know what’s on my mind, Casey. It might be a little too real for you to handle. And heaven forbid, reality strike your sugarcoated, ******** up world!” I yelled at her. Oh yeah, spectators were eagerly pressing their faces to the glass, so to speak, waiting for the outcome of this verbal sparring match.
“You know what, go to hell!” Veronica, Casey, Renee, and basically their entire group shouted simultaneously.
“Damnation only puts you on the fast track to hell yourself!” I retorted. Oh yeah, they had no comeback for that.
“Just go screw yourself,” Veronica was asking for it now.
“Sorry, unlike you, it’s not necessary to ******** myself to sleep every night.” A chorus of ‘ooos’ echoed through the crowd. Finally, they’d had enough, and just came swinging at the lot of us. It was easy to duck, however, since most of us girls were little with small frames. They just went toppling forward.
“Oh yeah, real graceful Case!” Jamia snorted at them all.
“Here’s what’s on my mind Casey. You are an ignorant,” I took a step forward, “complaining,” another step, “naïve,” last step, “and spineless,” I was right up in her face at this point, “wannabe with nothing better to do but follow the trends you think are ‘totally fabulous’. You changed, and frankly – as of late – I couldn’t be happier that you are as far away from the lot of us as possible! So just get your battered, bruised, and beaten body out of my face and most importantly, out of my LIFE!” I gave her a swift punch on the nose. She stumbled backward. Casey was taken aback, gaping and gripping her face tightly, but Veronica intervened.
“Oh please, don’t act like it’s such a tragedy that she’s away from you and your loser friends. Let’s go Casey, we can not be seen with you looking like you do.” All of them walked away, swaying their hips in an over-exaggerated motion. We sighed, and straightened ourselves out from the tussle.
“So, who wants food?” I told them casually. We still had a group of spectators, mouths agape and faces shocked. “Well, what do you want, an encore? Resume your business!” They all shuffled and scattered clumsily, trying to get back to a normal routine after seeing such a spectacle.
“Asia, we’ve just had the confrontation of a lifetime – in a public place, no less – and all you can think about is food? That is so like you,” Jamia said.
“What can I say? I’m a growing girl.”
“‘Growing’? As much as I hate to say it, I’d say you’ve pretty much completed your run,” Matt said, moving to stand next to me with his overpowering and towering over-six-foot frame.
“Oh, don’t rub it in, Mattie!” He tried to look offended at the nickname he hated, but we could all plainly see the twitch of his lips as a smile threatened to curl.
“So, what are we waiting for? It’s time for FOOD!”
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