Vicious Is The Name That They Gave Me: A Philly Story Read Online Free Page B

I will…” Chanelle started.
    “Chanelle,” I said stopping her in her tracks.
    “No, fuck that Kareema! Tell home girl to watch her fucking mouth and we will not have any problems, period. School her real quick before you leave. Like seriously, check her ass,” Chanelle was heated.
    “Nobody…”              Vicious begin to say but I cut her off as well.
    “Vicious, Chanelle, can you two please get along? Chanelle, don’t make me regret this,” I told them getting up.
    “Relax, Kareema. They’re going to be alright. I’m going to keep her with me,” Kassidy offered. The last thing I want is for Vicious to hang out with Kassidy and end up like her. If this was not important I would have stayed with Vicious. But I had to leave. I left and walked to my car.

 
    Chapter 3
    Vicious
    After Kareema left, I got up and sat next to the table and ate the sunflower seeds had in my pocket. Again, where would I go?
    “So, Vicious, where are you from?” Retta asked me.
    “North Philly,” I answered while eating my seeds.
    “Oh, word! I know people in that area,” Retta stated.
    “I don’t live too far from Broad and Lehigh,” I added.
    “Yeah, Oh, alright,” Retta said.
    “Are you wearing that?” Chanelle asked me. For some odd reason I was getting a bad vibe from Chanelle. Something is not right with this girl.
    “Does it matter what I wear?” I gave Chanelle the same attitude she gave me. If she did not like my response, well then she needs to change the way she talks to me. You give respect to get respect.
    “Get smart with me again and see what happens,” Chanelle threatened. Fuck Chanelle and her threats. Right about now I do not care. I am tired of people treating me like I am the scum of the earth. It’s time for me to start standing up for myself because it isn’t like my mother will.
    “What are you going to do? You’re all bark and no bite,” I said. Everyone started making wooing noises.
    “Shut up,” Chanelle said to everyone. “Keep playing with me little girl,” Chanelle threatened again.
    “Alright, alright you two. My God, you’ve been clashing heads,” Essence said. Kareema called the house phone to see how I was doing. I really started to like Kareema. She was showing me that she cares, which was something that was difficult for my own mother to do. I wish Kareema were my mother or my sister.
    “Are you all ready?” Retta asked coming out of the room.
    “Yes, we are ready,” Kassidy answered. Kassidy was only sixteen. The outfit she had on made it seem like she was twenty-something. You are too grown.
    “Kassidy, you looking sexy and shit. Don’t come back pregnant now,” Essence joked.
    “Don’t worry, I won’t,” she said. Kassidy has a tongue ring, a belly ring, and like ten tattoos. Oh my God, she is too much. We left and got into Chanelle’s Hummer. Retta sat in the front with Chanelle and I sat in the back with Kassidy and Essence.
    “Vicious, have you ever been to a party before? As a matter a fact, have you ever been out the house before?” Chanelle asked laughing.
    “Can you stop asking me questions? Damn,” I was fed up with Chanelle and her bullshit.
    “You know what? I’m tired of your fucking ass. The only reason why I didn’t bust your head open yet is because Kareema asked me not to. But you’re talking like you’re the fuck hard, like you’re about something. Bitch, you’re just another one of Dollah’s groupie whores. You’re not shit, for real. And if you are about something, I want to see this shit, because I think you’re a punk ass bitch,” Chanelle said.
    “Chanelle, stop,” Retta said. “Leave her alone!” Retta continued.
    “I’ll leave her alone when she proves to me she’s Vicious. That’s when I’ll leave her alone,” Chanelle said.
    “I don’t have to prove anything to you or anybody,” I said defensively.
    “That’s what I thought, punk ass bitch,” Chanelle said. I felt like reaching across