OCD
“Natasha right?” Eric asked
“yeah, fits the profile.” Davon said
“Chase is going to have to act single, brace for impact” Eric whispered the last part to Davon.
“if she touches him someone will have to sedate me to get me to not kill her” I growled.
“I think we should leave then” Davon said
“I agree” eric advised
I was tracking Natasha’s every step towards my boyfriend’s table, Payton gave me a concerned look and Mila gave Natasha a stink eye When she stopped in front on Chase. Chase was ignoring her like she was a screaming victim in his crimes. She bent over to give him a show and threw herself at him like the distasteful woman she is. At least we knew Charles knows about the breakup, so it was a good indication. I turned my back on them cause I knew anything she was going to do is going to end up blowing the mission.
“talk to me.” I demanded my 2 trustworthy friends
“I'm planning on asking Mila out.” Davon said, “I think I like her and I cannot bare the thought of her with anyone else.”
That definitely distracted me for a second.
“does she know” eric asked trying to overpower the noise of Natasha that was growing louder by the second,
“I was hoping val could ask mila her views before I step in and change status.” Davon said pleading.
Before I could reply we heard a scream and a very dishevelled Natasha was thrown across the dining hall. Everyone went silent to look at who did what, faint whispers started to form. I turned to Chase but his back was turned to me. I looked for any clue. A chair out of place a look of anger or a mask of calmness but the entire group was sitting casually. My phone pinged.
‘so you broke up?’ a random number texted. It could only be traced to a location known to be a part of the Snakes gang. I showed the message to Eric.
“it’s him.” I said
‘I did.’ I replied
‘see you tonight’ it replied and I silently smiled at being one step closer to vengeance.
Natasha was off the floor and now stalking towards our table in fury.
“hey, whore. You wanna get thrown again?” I asked before she could open her mouth
“shut up. Call your watch dogs off. Especially that blondie. I'm onto you” she yelled and for the second time the lunch room went silent. The bell rang that exact moment but no one moved enjoying the show.
“not my problem anymore, and you should know better than to go digging for my scraps.” I replied and everyone cooed at the response.
“you bitch. You cannot have them all. You have to pick. One day you're in love with Charles and next you want Chase. You’re the actual whore.” She yelled back
“someone needs to put a tighter leash on their bitch. I'll make sure your owner knows he’s lost a pup.” I said signalling to my phone. This would also send a message to chase that Charles has made contact.
“he loves me, he won’t leave me for you.” She continued in that screeching voice.
I leaned closer to her and whispered, “you wanna bet?” and I winked.
Next thing I knew in reflex that hand she lifted to slap me was being dislocated. She screamed in agony clutching her shoulder.
“someone call the school nurse. A girl fell and broke her hand.” A teacher yelled and everyone dispersed. My gang walked out first, a few giving hi-fi’s to me, no one giving a second look or thought to Natasha. Even her own friends abandoned her. She should know by now, not to mess with us on our turf.
After school we went back to mine, we knew we were going to be followed or might be tapped or recorded, so we didn’t keep any traces of connection to the Stacks unless it was life or death. Then too we would think twice. We spoke in my dad’s office about the upcoming plans and went over the positioning of the guards 3 times before it was time. France was going to be with me for the conversation with Charles as he has hyperthymesia and he's a good shot since he is our most skilled shooter. Security was tighter than usual but they stayed in a 3 minute distance of the ground as we don’t want Charles to get an idea of us doing something. Chase had his guns and men a bit further away than mine as we didn’t want his gang to be seen even more than mine. If anyone was to be spotted it best be ACAB, my men, more explainable than Stack’s men. The whore was taken care of after school when we sent her back to her gang with a few more bruises. We told her to send a message to Charles asking him to meet me tonight to discuss her behaviour, so he can be more easily spotted. I swear everything happens for a reason.