that Nellie can be such a good friend one day and stab me in the back the next?
âLeaving so soon? Weâre just about to light it up,â Reid says, hopping over the side of his mini Benz and letting Nellie out of the barely-there backseat before walking around to open Lauraâs door. I wonder how Nellieâs newfound clique is affecting her relationship with Chance? I know heâs sprung, but even he has his pride and his loyalty to Jeremy would never allow him to roll hard with Reid.
âYou donât smoke,â Laura says, deflating her manâs corny line before Jeremy has a chance to respond. Why do the bitches always get a man, not that I envy her little dude at all, but still? I need to step up my bitch game if Iâm going to lock down a boyfriend of my own when Iâm ready.
âWhat happened to your hair?â I know Nellieâs not talking shit. Her new weaveâs hanging so far down her back no one would ever believe that mane belongs to her. And it looks hella expensive: must be a Christmas gift from Chance. How much is he shelling out on her?
âNature. What happened to yours, a horse?â Nellieâs eyes narrow in anger and I feel her embarrassment. Sistahs donât usually talk about the secrets of the trade in front of white folks, but she started it and I could care less about her little feelings getting hurt. She didnât care about me when she decided to tell Laura about me signing Mickeyâs note. When Mickey asked me to do it, I knew it was wrong, but I canât take it back now.
âShut up, Jayd. Youâre just jealous,â she says, flicking her black tresses over her shoulder, just like Laura does. Oh, this is too much for me to stomach.
âYeah, thatâs it. Iâm jealous that youâre hiding your perfectly healthy hair under some fake shit.â
âItâs better than looking like Angela Davis without the fist.â Jeremy, Reid, and Laura look on as we battle it out. Black historyâs way out of their league.
âIâm surprised you know who Angela Davis is and Iâve got your fist,â I say, smiling at my former homegirl. Damn, sheâs on it tonight. It must be the full moon.
âI know a lot of shit, remember that.â Nellieâs threat isnât veiled at all and itâs about time to call her on her shit. Iâm tired of playing with her. If she wants to ball with the big girls, nowâs the time to take it to the court, for real.
âYeah, the type of shit only a best friend would know, right, Nellie? So, does Laura know all of your secrets too, or are you just divulging me and Mickeyâs business to the broad?â Both girls look at me, shell-shocked. I guess Chance really did give up the family jewels when he told me about how Nellie has to sell out to hang with Laura.
âRemember, paybackâs a bitch,â Laura says, crossing her skinny arms over her flat chest. If she didnât have money and wasnât dating Reid, sheâd be a plain Jane.
âYes, I can be and I didnât even have to read any books on the subject, unlike the two of you. Go figure.â When Tania was here, they had their own book club on how to be a better bitch.
âJust shut up, Jayd,â Nellie says. âYou donât know what youâre talking about.â Nellie looks nervously at Laura, who looks pissed that I know one of their hazing requirements. But Iâm on a roll and Iâm going to keep on going until I get what I want: total humiliation for Laura and her wack-ass crew, even if Nellieâs now a part of it. It was her choice to sell her soul to the devil and itâs mine to drive them all back to hell where they belong.
âYou didnât really think youâd get away with selling us out, now did you, Nellie? You havenât even seen whatâs in store for you yet, but you will when we get back to campus in a couple of weeks. Have a