say, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. People are starting to lose interest and disperse anyway.
âIs everything all right?â Nellie asks.
âYes, everythingâs fine. Thanks, Nellie. You got my sweater in that cute little Gucci bag? How are you going to fit your books in that?â I ask, smiling at her silly self, as she hands me my black sweater. Nellie is my home girl, and Mickey is her home girl, making her cool by association.
âCan you believe that crazy broad wants to fight me over KJ?â I say, watching Trecee pace the courtyard back and forth like an angry bull.
âKJ?â Mickey asks confused.
I report that KJ and I have broken up. Nellie and Mickey try to console me, but Iâm tired of thinking about KJ.
âWell, I guess heâs with Trecee now,â Nellie says.
I canât really respond to Nellie. Iâm too busy trying to collect myself. Trecee caught me completely off guard. For a minute I almost went back to my hood days. Had this happened a couple years ago, I wouldâve slapped her before she got her first earring off. But now Iâm a changed sistah.
âSo yâall ainât heard nothing about this? She didnât tell anybody about wanting to jump me on the first day?â Now, I donât believe this. Nobody in all of Compton knew anything about this broad wanting to fight me. No, I donât believe it.
Just then, Miss Traitor herself, Misty, walks up with a weird look on her face. âWhatâs up, Jayd?â I knew right then she was the guilty party. She would never try to make conversation with me when I was with my girls. She would simply walk right by.
You see, me and Misty were real tight when I first came to South Bay High. Thereâs mad history between us, even though it was only our first year. There was so much going on in both our lives and we just bonded, well, at least until she started trippinâ over the summer.
We both were the new Black girls, with breasts too large for our frames. We even resembled each other in the face. In other words, she was cute too. But, there was something untrustworthy about Misty. I couldnât put my finger on it at first, but she was a trip, and I knew it from the get-go.
I have always had issues picking out best friends. I guess thatâs why I really donât have one now. Ever since I can remember, girls have had problems with me. For no reason at all some girls will just hate on me, and all I really wanted was to be accepted.
You see, Iâve always âstuck outâ because of my larger-than-they-should-have-been breasts. They started to grow in elementary school and just never stopped. So, ever since junior high, dudes have been salivating over them, and me. This, of course, did not make me a favorite among the broads. I say broads because they were hating on me for something that was not under my control, and thatâs my definition of a sister-turned-broad, like Misty.
Misty hates me because sheâs jealous of the attention I get. Not from my breasts, but from my personality. She says Iâm pushy and aggressive. Well, yes, Iâm assertive and I donât take no crap, but thatâs not a reason for Misty or anyone else to hate me. For example, I just didnât let my oversized breasts stop me from being myself. Though I did get a breast reduction at the beginning of our sophomore year, that was no reason for Misty to trip. She basically said she felt betrayed. Yes, betrayed was this broadâs exact wording. Like I had gotten rid of close personal friends of hers. The issues she has, I tell you. So, after the reduction, I became even more active in the Drama Club and dance, and developed a social life, which did not include Misty.
So ever since then, Misty has been trying to find sneaky, vindictive ways to be a part of my life, even if she plays the devil in it. Telling some stupid lie on me to Trecee would not be the firstâor
âIs everything all right?â Nellie asks.
âYes, everythingâs fine. Thanks, Nellie. You got my sweater in that cute little Gucci bag? How are you going to fit your books in that?â I ask, smiling at her silly self, as she hands me my black sweater. Nellie is my home girl, and Mickey is her home girl, making her cool by association.
âCan you believe that crazy broad wants to fight me over KJ?â I say, watching Trecee pace the courtyard back and forth like an angry bull.
âKJ?â Mickey asks confused.
I report that KJ and I have broken up. Nellie and Mickey try to console me, but Iâm tired of thinking about KJ.
âWell, I guess heâs with Trecee now,â Nellie says.
I canât really respond to Nellie. Iâm too busy trying to collect myself. Trecee caught me completely off guard. For a minute I almost went back to my hood days. Had this happened a couple years ago, I wouldâve slapped her before she got her first earring off. But now Iâm a changed sistah.
âSo yâall ainât heard nothing about this? She didnât tell anybody about wanting to jump me on the first day?â Now, I donât believe this. Nobody in all of Compton knew anything about this broad wanting to fight me. No, I donât believe it.
Just then, Miss Traitor herself, Misty, walks up with a weird look on her face. âWhatâs up, Jayd?â I knew right then she was the guilty party. She would never try to make conversation with me when I was with my girls. She would simply walk right by.
You see, me and Misty were real tight when I first came to South Bay High. Thereâs mad history between us, even though it was only our first year. There was so much going on in both our lives and we just bonded, well, at least until she started trippinâ over the summer.
We both were the new Black girls, with breasts too large for our frames. We even resembled each other in the face. In other words, she was cute too. But, there was something untrustworthy about Misty. I couldnât put my finger on it at first, but she was a trip, and I knew it from the get-go.
I have always had issues picking out best friends. I guess thatâs why I really donât have one now. Ever since I can remember, girls have had problems with me. For no reason at all some girls will just hate on me, and all I really wanted was to be accepted.
You see, Iâve always âstuck outâ because of my larger-than-they-should-have-been breasts. They started to grow in elementary school and just never stopped. So, ever since junior high, dudes have been salivating over them, and me. This, of course, did not make me a favorite among the broads. I say broads because they were hating on me for something that was not under my control, and thatâs my definition of a sister-turned-broad, like Misty.
Misty hates me because sheâs jealous of the attention I get. Not from my breasts, but from my personality. She says Iâm pushy and aggressive. Well, yes, Iâm assertive and I donât take no crap, but thatâs not a reason for Misty or anyone else to hate me. For example, I just didnât let my oversized breasts stop me from being myself. Though I did get a breast reduction at the beginning of our sophomore year, that was no reason for Misty to trip. She basically said she felt betrayed. Yes, betrayed was this broadâs exact wording. Like I had gotten rid of close personal friends of hers. The issues she has, I tell you. So, after the reduction, I became even more active in the Drama Club and dance, and developed a social life, which did not include Misty.
So ever since then, Misty has been trying to find sneaky, vindictive ways to be a part of my life, even if she plays the devil in it. Telling some stupid lie on me to Trecee would not be the firstâor
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