I have won the game. The wallet was just the tangible prize, but the ultimate prize cannot be seen or felt except under the circumstances of a victory. My victory.
It started yesterday during lunch, when K and A went up to Taylor, asking for the wallet back. He deflected, naturally, and said it was in his car. Ashley looked at him and said, "Okay, meet you at your car then." Fast-forward to the afternoon. We book it to his car, me, Ashley, Evelyn, Kristie, Kate, and Robert. We wait for about 20 minutes. Kate and Robert leave, and witness a drugbust in the lower lot. Anyway, after much waiting, the Taylors arrive. I wish I had created a fight playlist, because Mad by Ne-Yo and Bad Touch by the Bloodhound Gang are not appropriate for when tensions are high. Anyway, Ashley and Evelyn walk over to Taylor's car. I'm sitting in Evelyn's trunk with Kristie because I am scared as shit of Taylor. Who knows what that motherfucker would do or say?! Anyway, both Taylor's ignore Ashley and Evelyn, especially Waldron. He's looking down, watching his feet, basically fulfilling the purpose of a pussy. He doesn't acknowledge their presence until Ashley asks for the wallet. Oh and what do you know? HE DON'T GOT IT. He says, "Oh I left it at home...." Okay sure nigga, SURE. He begins to ask why I want it back. Ashley tells him that it's expensive and I just want it back. There's a tone in his voice like, 'Really? You want it back? But it's mine!!!' Anyway, Ashley just straight up tells him, Bring it tomorrow. I expect to see the wallet. He says okay. The entire time, his girlfriend is giving me the dirtiest stank-ass look I've ever had the pleasure to be seen/given. As Ashley and Evelyn are backing away from the Taylors, I can hear Taylor W giving lip like, Why does she have her friends do her dirty business for her? So I call out to them from where I'm sitting and I tell them straight up, "You gave her the bracelet, so I want the wallet." While mah giiirllz are over there making nice with the Taylors, I'm talking to Kristie, discussing the nasty-ass look on Tay D's face, loud enough so that I could be heard over Bad Touch. NOT EVEN SEX SONGS CAN SILENCE ME. Anyway, that was that, and we're making our way back down to school to go see the drugbust. Before I take more than 10 steps, Tay W calls me over and asks me why I can't just talk to him myself. And shit, I straight up tell him, "You scare me." He has a sort of offended look on his face, insisting he's a changed person and bullshit bullshit bullshit. WHATEVER. He tells me I can come up to him whenever about anything, and that I shouldn't be afraid. I say that I'll "keep that in mind for next time".
NOW ITS TOMORROW AKA THIS AFTERNOON
History class passes by without a second glance. For a moment, we make eye contact and share a mutual WTF with each other when some kid starts talking about random bullshit. Then when the bell rings, he books it out of the room so fast, in hopes that I won't "harass" him. FUCK THAT JANKNESSITY. Ashley comes with me up to the top lot to claim what is rightfully mine. He looks a bit confused and waves back at me. First thing out of my mouth is, "Can I have my wallet back?" He says, "I don't have it."...
"What do you mean you don't have it? You said you would bring it today, and today is here. Where is it?"
"I left it at home. I forgot. You know me, I don't carry a wallet around."
"That does not matter. You said you would bring it today."
"Why do you even want it back? You gave it to me as a gift."
"Well you gave that bracelet to me as a gift, but you decided to turn around a regift it to your new girl."
"Look, I understand, I see where you're coming from, but I just don't see it that way."
"What do you mean?! You regifted something you got for me. Who does that? It's
CLASSLESS, TACTLESS, AND TRASHY."
"I don't know what you expected me to do! You were the one who returned the bracelet to me, so I don't see why I should have to return the wallet."
"Because I thought you'd just return it or pawn it. Anyway, things changed when you gave her the bracelet. So I want my wallet back."
"You know what, I don't know if I want to give it back..."
"What." I look at him with icy eyes, daring him to fuck with me. Go on, FUCK WITH ME.
"But you know what, if you really want it
that bad, I'll give it back."
"Good, because I do really want it
that bad. I'll be expecting it on Monday. I'm not trying to fight with you [SHIT YEAH I WAS BUT YOU KNOW WHAT GOTTA STAY CALM FOR JESUS], so please and thanks."
"Ok. Text me tonight."
"....What for?!"
"To remind me. I'm going to forget."
"I don't have your number anymore."
"....Well get it from someone else!!!!"
"Okay, sure, if I don't FORGET FIRST."
THE END. MOTHERFUCKER. YOU DARE TO CHALLENGE ME? DO IT! I AM NOT AFRAID OF YOU IN SUCH A WAY THAT I WILL NOT DEFEND MY OWN. I REFUSE TO BACK DOWN IF YOU GIVE ME A REASON TO KEEP GOING. I must say, I feel like he's actually afraid of me. Him and his girl. Go on, give me dirty looks again. Give me looks like you smelled something stanky. See where that gets you. If you got game, BRING IT TO THE TABLE AND CHALLENGE ME. You want to throw words around and you want to throw fists? OKAY DO IT. Try and hit me with your lax stick, Tay D, you only made JV Lax anyway. If he doesn't bring the wallet on Monday, it doesn't even matter anymore, because I do not care. Walk straight up to him Monday morning, and if he doesn't have it, all I have to say is, "Fine. Keep the wallet. It doesn't matter anymore, and it's not worth it. You're not worth it. So you can take that wallet and SHOVE IT UP YOUR MOTHERFUCKING PUSSY." Maybe I'll skip that last part. If Tay D was such a good girlfriend, she would have stood up to me while I was bitching at her boyfriend, or at least stood by him. What kind of girl deflects? Who wants that kind of girl? Oh right, the kind of boy who shares the same name and also has a vagina.
In any case, I'm ready to have a fucking gorgeous weekend. 70s saturday & sunday. Beautiful. My grades are pretty good too, so that's a plus. Anyway, BRING ON DA SPRING TIIIIIIIIIME!!!!!!!!!!
