“Bitch did a little petty ass year in jail and think she’s so fuckin hard. I’ll mop the flo’ with that hoe,” Shayla talked shit as she walked away. Riot stood there, and she shook her head.
“That’s my cue. Let me go before I kill these bitches,” she snapped, walking over to her station, so that she could grab her stuff.
“Oh, I’ll like to see you touch me bitch!” Shayla went on, and the shit that Riot picked up, she quickly threw it down, and she ran her little ass over to Shayla, popping her right in the mouth.
Shayla was here with friends, so of course they tried to swing back on Riot, but it’s almost as if Riot knew that she was going to get jumped because she was prepared for the swings, and she knew how to hold her own.
The fight didn’t have the chance to go on for that long because the instructors came over, and you would have thoughtthat they would have been able to easily fling Riot’s little ass off the girls, but it took at least three of them to get her off. Another three went for Shayla, Bernay, and Dreya, each getting one of them, and deescalating the situation as best as they could, pulling each of them out of the way, moving them away from Riot.
They all continued talking shit to Riot, calling her all kinds of names, and from there, I knew that their beef had to have been deeper. It’s no way in hell that they were this mad at this girl because she was mad about the fact that one of them touched her shit. It had to be something deeper.
“Alright. Class is over for the day. Everybody can pack up their stuff and go out through the back door. We’ll pick back up Saturday,” I had to make the announcement for the rest of the women that were standing out here.
“Don’t leave. Let me talk to you,” I said to Riot for a second because I knew she was going to try to quickly run off. Every time class was over, her ass was always the first one out, and I was trying to avoid that.
That look on her face was all too familiar. I knew that face because I used to sport it often. That angry face. The one that didn’t give a fuck about nothing and would risk getting that charge to get my point across. I could tell that Riot wanted to kill the bitches that she just fought, and for that, I needed her to stay back, so that I could talk to her.
I allowed the outside area to clear out, and once it was just the two of us standing out here, that’s when I walked over to her, getting in her personal space, standing right in front of her.
“Them same bitches been trying me since I got here. I don’t know them hoes from a can of paint but judging by the way they keep fuckin with me, they must know me from somewhere. I let them laugh at me when I had to tell the class that I just came home from jail. They was talking shit the other morning in thegun range when I was shooting my gun. I ain’t say nothing, I ain’t react because I’m honestly not trying to go back to jail. They knew the kind of shit that I was going to be on when they decided to touch my shit. It’s the principle with me. You don’t touch shit that don’t belong to you, and they old enough to know that!” she was angry as she looked up at me, telling this to me.
“You just answered your own problem, Riot. I hear it in your voice that you not trying to go back to jail. Them bitches know that you don’t want to go back to jail, and they picking with you, and you going to fuck around, and give them exactly what they want to see happen. Don’t let nobody have that much control over your actions. I know that’s easier said than done, but that’s the way you gotta move when you have too much shit to lose. Everything don’t always deserve a reaction. That’s exactly where you going to fuck up at,” I told her, and she sucked her teeth, rolled her eyes, as if she wasn’t trying to hear shit that I was saying.
“You got it. I’m not trying to be lectured. Let a bitch touch your shit and let’s see if you scream that same bullshit about everything not needing a reaction!” she snapped.
I had to look around and see who this girl was talking to. That’s when I knew I was being hypocritical because the same way a bitch just had her fucked up for talking shit, and she swung, was the same way that I was feeling. I almost swung my fist on this bitch, I swear.
“You think hoes don’t try me, Riot? Yeah, I made a name for myself, and just about everybody in Miami knows me, and knows my history, but there’s always going to be that one bitch out there that’s going to try your gangsta and see if you’ll stoop as low as they want you to. You walked your silly ass right into that trap. I don’t move the way a bitch want me to move because I’m not a bitch puppet. The second she took your shit, and kept talking crazy to you, she had set the trap and was just waiting foryou to walk into it, and you did just that. If you react every time somebody disrespect you, I guarantee you that you won’t live to see 25. You need to learn when to chill the fuck out. You don’t gotta prove to everybody that you not pussy,” I snapped, going to leave it at that, not wanting to keep talking about it.
She eventually walked away from me, and she went over to the wooden table, where all her stuff was, and she started loading up all her things into her bag. The infamous headphones that they fought over had fallen in the grass, so she picked them up, so that she could put them in the bag.
I walked over to her, watching her as she packed her bag up. From where I stood, I could see the brand of headphones that she had.
“Cheap ass fuckin headphones,” I just had to talk my shit for a second. She did her best to tune me out and pretend that she didn’t hear me.
“You just fought three bitches over these cheap ass headphones. Almost caught another charge over some measly headphones I’m sure your ass got off Amazon,” I continued to pull her card.
“My headphones came from Walmart. I don’t give a fuck how much I paid for them. This my shit,” she talked shit back.
“Walmart… Amazon… it don’t matter. That shit still cheap,” I went on, and she fought like hell to not smile at what I was saying, but she knew I was telling the truth, so just as quickly as that smile came, is as quickly as it left.
I knew how to make light out of a situation, and that’s all I was doing. I had kids and little sisters. I’ve been making light out of situations for years.
“In all seriousness though, learn to chill the fuck out. I was serious when I said that,” I let her know one more time, and I dropped it.
She nodded her head as if she understood what I was saying, but something told me that everything that I said just went in one ear, and out the other.
Hours Later
7:52 P.M.
“Loco, go get the door. I think that’s Dolo. Check first and make sure it’s him,” I said to my son, as I stood in the kitchen, washing dishes.
My daughters were outside in the backyard, sitting at the patio table with their dad, having a little daddy/ daughter time. Mauricio, who acted as if he couldn’t breathe without me, was right here, standing next to me, with his arms wrapped around my legs, wanting me to hurry up and finish washing the dishes, so that I could pick him up. My baby was four years old, and to me, that was still a little baby, but my husband thought that Mauricio was supposed to be such a big boy, so he hated when he would do all this whining for me to pick him up.
“It’s him,” my son yelled for me, and you could hear the excitement all in is voice.
Lil Loco loved Dolo. So much so that he was always calling him, and texting him, wanting him to come over to the house to play the game with him, or wanting Dolo to go to his football games. He knew his big cousin was young, cool, getting money, had a nice car, and jewelry, so he liked that, and liked to hang with him. I was just glad that my son wasn’t walking around here saying that he wanted to be a dope boy like Dolo, or like how his father used to be.
