Get Ready for War by Ni-Ni Simone Page B

scallywags you let run up in you. But you’re right. You are definitely in the twilight zone because I didn’t do a thing to either one of you.”
    â€œDing-ding-ding,” Rich said sarcastically. “Over in this corner we have the dumb blonde who finally gets it. That she did absolutely nothing to stop Heather from dragging us.”
    â€œLook, girl. I didn’t know she was going to hop up on that raggedy stage and say all that stuff. I was shocked. And hurt.”
    Rich huffed. “Whatever. Nobody cares about you being hurt. You hurt me. We used to be AFs.”
    I frowned. “AFs?”
    â€œYeah, AFs. Almost friends, then you turned on me.”
    â€œWell, almost doesn’t count. Obviously we were never anything.”
    Rich clapped. “Exactly. Now you get it. That’s why I’m going to whip you and be happy about it. The point is, you knew she had said all that mess and you came back to the school and said nothing. You coulda said something while we were in the bathroom, but nooo. You didn’t. Why, Spencer? You open your mouth for everything else, don’t you? Or is the only time you know how to open your mouth is when you have some boy’s boxers dropped around his ankles?”
    I blinked.
    â€œThen you wonder why I don’t like you or your rock star girlfriend. Please. Both of you trifling slut-buckets are beneath me.”
    â€œBeneath you?” I screeched. “How dare you! Is that before or after you’ve rolled yourself out of some boy’s stained sheets? The only thing beneath you is a towel to sop up all of your nastiness.”
    â€œSee,” Rich said, bumping her chest up into me. “You didn’t hear a word I said to you in the bathroom last week.” She put her finger in my face. “I told you—no, warned you—to play nice. But you still wanna get it crunked. I don’t know why you stay trying me when you know you don’t want it with me.”
    â€œMake my day, Big Bird,” I said, patting my bag. “And I will scatter your brain like chicken feed all up in here.”
    Rich pushed me, causing me to stumble backward. “Well, get to scattering. ’Cause you’re a punk without your Mace.”
    â€œI didn’t bring any Mace today. I brought something sharp and shiny just for you. I’ma end this once and for all. So say your prayers.” I whipped out my blade and started waving it in the air. “ ’Cause I’m gonna rock, sock, and slice you to sleep.”
    Rich screamed, “Ohmygod! London, call the cops, now! I want her arrested! I want her off this property! And I want her sent to jail!”
    London stepped in between us. “Both of you are crazy. Rich, I am not calling the police. And Spencer, there is no need for weapons, so put that blade away. And both of you stop.”
    â€œThat’s right, London. Tell her, girl. Let her know how we don’t appreciate what she did to us. And then she pulls a machete out on me. Who does that?”
    â€œThis is not a machete,” I said, pointing my knife at her. “It’s a Sebenza. Strong and rugged and able to gut and fillet you in a blink of an eye. So get it right.”
    â€œWell, that’s what’s going to be in the police report when I’m done with you. London, we should bring it straight to her head for that.”
    â€œRich, please. Let’s keep it calm and cute.”
    I laughed. “Oh, right. Keep it real cute; just like you did when you attacked them little girls in school Monday.” I looked her up and down. “What, you’re about six feet tall? And you’re the one stomping down on little peewee lightweights. Yeah, that was real cute all right. And you’re the one worrying about the media. Please. What a two-faced bully. You invite me over here for this?”
    London took a deep breath. “Spencer,” she said slowly. “I’m only going