Boiling Point

As my mom drove off after dropping us off at school. I did my best to walk briskly away from Lexi.

“Ooohweee I love how that has ass looks in that skirt girl!” her irritating voice rang out over the campus entrance. Snickers could be heard as other students were used to Lexi making an ass of herself, they encouraged it.

I stopped dead in my tracks, turned around, and marched right back towards her. Looking her dead in the eyes and yelled, “How about you learn some manners you redneck hillbilly!”

I must of said it loud enough to attract a crowd or maybe they were just expecting us seeing as we bickered pretty often.

“Sure I’ll go do that. While you go back to being the president of the sexually repressed black sluts.” Lexi laughed clearly happy that she got under my skin so easily.

The crowed “oohed!” loudly causing more to attracted to our scuffle

“Oh quit projecting!” I exclaimed “You’re the one who’s a slut, whitey! This school used to nice and presentable before you showed up!” I looked over to the crowd, “Are you gonna side with the colonizer?” I exclaimed.

About Half the crowd seemed to be on my side they liked the school better when it was more respected for academics and Lexi was a belligerent outsider party girl unaware of her privilege.

“Oh please, since I’ve came to this school it’s been to the championships 3x in a row and national attention. I’m the best thing to happen to this whole town!” Lexi rebutted while the crowd began to murmur. I was dismayed to see half the crowd agree with Lexi of all people.

“The only thing black girls like you are good for are backing up those fat asses for whites and you know it!” Lexi continued growing even angrier and louder.

I growled with frustration and began to raise my voice to meet hers, “You’re just threatened by my accomplishments. Despite your privilege I’ve accomplished more than you could dream of!” I roared back at her and the crowd became a commotion of jaunts and cheers. Hoping our scuffle would turn violent they goaded us on more and more.

“I have a proposition for you two.” A calm voice seemed to immediately kill the commotion and a girl approached the both of us.

It was Carmen, a Latina from our class. She was a recluse girl unimpressed by anybody and anything. She kept to herself most of the time and was thus uninfluenced by either of us. The perfect neutral party.

Carmen had a very light frame. She stood a little taller than me but not as tall as Lexi. Lithe and flexible, her skin had a carmel hue, and she hid her curvy body underneath modest outfit.