Page 168 of Save Room for Us

“How did she evenknowwe were here?” Analicia followed up. “That bitch is obsessed.” She ate a fry. “I know none of them better be looking at this one, because I’ll cut a bitch.” The table erupted in laughter as Analicia kept a serious face in reference to Bashar. I knewno onewould mention that we all saw two of them with their tongues wagging at Bashar. “I’m serious. Nobody is ever getting this nigga right here.” She pointed to him as he tugged her into his lap, chuckling.

We finished our meal and got back to the festivities, riding rides, taking pictures, and pretty much forgetting about Milan and her crew.

That was until we left the park and saw the group, even the girl whose outfit was now stained brown, waiting outside. I could tell by their faces what time they were on, and I was correct.

Before words could even be exchanged, fighting ensued. They attempted to all jump on me, but the ladies I came with weren’t having it.

Of course, Milan and I were throwing blows, but I couldn’t tell who the other ladies were fighting at the moment. I was toofocused on giving this bitch what she’d been begging for, for a while.

It was complete mayhem as I pounded Milan’s face in, realizing rather quickly that she couldn’t truly fight. She was adamant to hit me, though, and wouldn’t stop, so I had to give her that. No matter how many times I hit her in the mouth, nose, and between the eyes, she kept coming for more.

I tried to be sure no one was getting the best of any of the ladies, especially Analicia, but Milan was like a rabid dog, never letting up, scratching at me, pulling my hair, and taking punches to the face like a human punching bag. I knew then, it was her anger and hurt that kept her going. Her internal pain outweighed the physical, and that drove her to come back over and over for more. I started to feel badly for how I was easily tearing her ass up.

Eventually, sirens sounded off as the theme park security tried to break shit up while the real police exited their patrol cars to assess the situation.

Now, with us all apart, I could see that Milan and her little crew had gotten their asses handed to them.

“I’m gonna fucking sue you, bitch! And I hate your music!” the frosty covered girl yelled, and she looked like she’d been through the wringer. Judging by her comment, I was able to surmise that Yolani was the one responsible for her damage.

“No you don’t, bitch,” Yolani said coolly and confidently, and for some reason, it made us all laugh because most likely, she was right, and Jalia was lying.

There weren’t many people who weren’t fans of Yolani. She was the biggest superstar of the millennium, so most people were either lying when they claimed to not enjoy her songs or a part of a small minority.

“You hit her first, love. We all saw it, and the cameras saw it,” Bashar stated truthfully to Frosty Girl.

“She threw my drink!” she barked back.

“You provoked me by addressing my man!” Yolani replied as Bashar nodded to agree.

“Hey, quiet!” The security shouted at Yolani.

“Aye, don’t be yelling at my wife, nigga.” Cemone sized him up.

“I’m just trying to see what is going on here and figure it out.” The security guard immediately calmed his ass down, using a completely different voice now. I could tell only then did he register that he was yelling at thee Yolani.

As Bashar and Asif stepped up to be our front men, I spotted the funky girl looking tore up too. I could only assume that was Scotland’s work because I knew Scotland, and she wouldn’t let that bored comment old girl had made go that easily.

As she walked to the trash can to cough into it, Scotland eyed her as she said, “Talking about my nigga looks bored.” She confirmed what I knew. “Are you bored, Lequay Compton?” She looked at her husband who started laughing along with his siblings.

“How could I ever be?” he responded, and Scotland’s angry face melted into a simper she tried to hide as she turned from him to buck her eyes at the stinky girl.

We laughed at Lequay’s reply, knowing it had an ambiguous meaning. He was being sweet but also pointing out that she’d just gotten into a fight at a theme park, which wasn’t the actions of a boring person.

After twenty minutes of Asif and Bashar speaking with both sets of officers, we were free to go buthadto go. Neither group could re-enter the park, nor could we come back for the rest of the year.

“You ugly hos better count y’all fucking days for ruining my birthday.” Unique pointed to them.

“Nigga, who you calling ugly?” One of the women put a hand on her hip, wig completely off from fighting.

“The ugliest one always gotta speak up, huh?” Unique asked, guiding Daisy to his car as our group chortled. He was hella funny. “You need to leave this shit alone. You got fucked up.” He gave Milan a comment in passing, pointing to her battered and bleeding face.

“Fuck you, nigga!” she barked.

“Asif, Anastazia, I love it! Y’all cute as fuck! Marry her, bruh, ASAP!” Unique said to fuck with her some more with his crazy ass, and it worked.

“Asif, I am never fucking with you again!” Milan sobbed, ignoring her friends and the officers telling her to leave.

She couldn’t though; just stood there watching Asif and me make our way to his car. I thought of commenting but didn’t need to. Milan was miserable, and by the death stare Asif had given her, I knew he had something for her, for the shit she’d caused today.

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