I wanted to keep it cute because we were in the earshot of the squad. I didn’t have to look to see that they were locked in on our conversation. One thing that would never change about teenage girls was the fact that they were nosy as fuck. The rude bitch repeated her question with the addition of a popped-out hip and her arms over her chest.
“To answer your question, no, I do not think it is inappropriate. Any cheer that my squad performs, I should be able to perform as well. If it’s inappropriate for me, then it’s inappropriate for them.” I didn’t recognize her. “I’m sorry, whose mother are you?”
She scoffed. “My son would never go to this school. He’s a player on the other team.” This weird smirk surfaced. “I wouldn’t let my son attend a school with a ho ass principal who might fuck the students.”
My eyes bulged at her vulgar words.What the fuck!Before I could react, one of my cheer babies had jumped up. “Bitch, you not going to talk to her like that.”
Mayhem, chaos, and anarchy pursued. Before I blinked my eyes, the cheerleaders were fighting, and the basketball teams. Parents, teachers, and security worked hard to separate people. I felt like I was having a panic attack.
Once the fight was broken up with the uncouth woman and my cheer baby, the woman jumped up and down in the arms of security. “Fuck you, bitch! You think you’re the shit because Bolt claims your fat ass. Trust, I can get that dick when I want to.”
It felt like there was lava in my brain. Did that bitch come to my school with hot shit about a man? There was no way all of this was over a damn man. Security carried her out. My eyes roamed the gym to assess the craziness. I wanted to cry.Bolt’s meth dick had me fucked up.
“I like the new manager,”Joshua commented from the driver’s seat of his truck. “She seems like she’s not about to play with any of those people. That’s a good thing.”
Joshua sometimes made chicken deliveries from his farms to my restaurants. He mainly did it when he just wanted something to do. Since I wanted to meet the new manager that my grandma insisted that we hire after she fired the previous one, I rode with him. I would always opt to save my gas.
I nodded, thinking about Mrs. Vivian. She had been in the food management business for over twenty years. She managed restaurants where people had to wait six or more months for a reservation. When she was sourced for the manager, I was surprised that she was interested.
We found out that she retired over ten years ago and was bored. Her husband encouraged her to go back to what she loved, but in a smaller aspect. I appreciated her expertise and the changes she’d already implemented. My mama liked them so much that she was in the midst of planning a managers’ retreat so all our managers could get together and share their best practices.
“Yeah, she’s cool as fuck. She has the aura of a mama or grandmama,” I pointed out. “She moves around fast as hell for her age.” I laughed at the memory of seeing her move around the restaurant like Speedy Gonzales.
He laughed. “Yeah, her ass was moving in there. She checked in the chicken inventory faster than any of the other managers.”
The ringing of my phone filled the cab. I answered it on speaker when I saw that it was my sister.“What’s up, Sis?”
“Nigga, just know that when I see Anna it’s on fucking sight. I’m gonna do her in dirty. I’m talking real fuckin’ dirty!”Her voice was at its highest octave.
My head snapped in Joshua’s direction.What the fuck?My face was tight as hell.“What the hell are you talkin’ about, Bethany?”
“That cradle cap, flat screen mounted face, lopsided titty, moon crater ass bitch went up to Heritage on some bullshit at the basketball game. Her stupid shit caused a damn near riot. Now the school is all on the news for the violence,”she revealed.
I was confused as fuck.“What the fuck do you mean? Who told you that shit?”
“Benji was at the damn game. He called me right after the shit happened,”she let me know.
I glanced at the time on my phone. It was late, and the game should have been over for at least an hour. P’Nee should have called me by now like she said she would once she got home.With what happened, according to my sister, she should have called me hours ago.
“Where is Nee? She hasn’t called me about this shit.”
My irritation was high for multiple reasons. First, what the fuck did she mean Anna went to the basketball game on bullshit? She didn’t have bullshit to go up to my baby’s school about. Second, how the fuck did she start a riot?
Bethany scoffed.“Now, why the fuck would she call you when it was one of your hos that started the shit? I told you when you told me that y’all was official to not play with her.”
The bridge of my nose went between my fingers, and I pinched it to temper my anger.“Bethany, don’t play with me, Sis. I love you, and I don’t want to disrespect you behind you talking about shit you don’t know about. The only woman in my life is P’Nee Margie Anderson. Now where is my woman?”
I heard her attitude through all her hard ass breathing, but I didn’t give a damn. Bethany thought that being older than me meant she was my second mama.Ma’am, your ass is only one year older than me.With a huff, she responded.“She’s at home. I just left her house.”
After I thanked her, I disconnected the line. When my focus landed on Joshua, his face was etched with concern. “Yo, what the fuck is Anna on? There is no way that girl is that butt hurt that she rolled up at the high school.”
My hand rubbed down my face. “Man, I don’t know, but I’m going to find out. I got to check on my baby first.”
Nervous! I was nervous as hell as I walked up to P’Nee’s front door. After the call with my sister, I called this peanut ass head girl like four times and texted at least twenty. She sent me to voicemail and left me on read. This would be our first rift of some sort within our relationship. We hadn’t been together that long, but long enough to feel like forever.
I put my code into the door keypad. When it dinged and turned green, I blew out a breath of relief. I turned the doorknob to walk in, but that bitch didn’t open.She has the privacy lock on. Stay on the leash, Bolt.I lifted my hand and knocked like a civilized gentleman. Her rude ass took longer than normal to open the door.
Her attitude answered the door before she did. “Yes, Boltin.” Her tone was drier than saltine crackers.
