Belonging to Lust

The day Zaiyia's strategy was to come into action was sometime that Monday morning after Chasity's dad dropped both of the girls off at school. Cheerful that she didn't have to take the bus that day after her suspension was lifted, Zaiyia stood beside Chasity to wave goodbye to Mr. Bennett as he drew out of the parking lot, a smile plastered on her face as she communicated. “Keep your phone close. I'll text you when it's time for us to meet up. It'll probably be after a few classes.”

Chasity anxiously nodded as they both turned to enter the school. “Sure, I'll uh, do that.”

“It's gonna be okay, Chasity.” Zaiyia soothed her, translating the nervousness in her eyes. Placing a hand on her back, she consoled her by patting her. “I plan to get you back to school as fast as I can, and before anyone will notice.”

“I know, Zaiyia, and I appreciate it.” Chasity praised her, flashing her a brief smile before they both went their separate way to outrun the school bell.

The clock ticked on, and the classes cleared and refilled with students required to learn. When Chasity got the text that it was time for her to meet up with Zaiyia after class, her nerves that she administered to get under control began to spazz out again. With sweaty palms, she collected her school supplies and textbooks and left the class to meet up in the hallway with Zaiyia. Tilting against the wall, Chasity tilted her head back and tried to appease her racing heart. “Holy crap, I'm nervous!”

“Girl, you need to relax. We're not going to rob a bank or something, we're just going to skip a class.” Zaiyia reminded her, scanning all the kids passing them by to assemble materials from their lockers or head to their next class. This hallway was close to an exit that was the least used in the building, and so she needed to delay until the halls were cleared before they could take off through it. They didn't need dawdling eye witnesses to report their desertion to the Principal Quinn who now regarded Zaiyia as a perpetual martyr. This could wreck her support of having his security against her bullies who proceeded to keep their distance and despise her from afar.

“Yeah, but I don't skip classes, Zaiyia! I go to them, not away from them.” Chasity explained with a sullen look. She took in deep breaths as she too monitored their surroundings. As soon as the bell rang and the last few students strayed off, she and Zaiyia were virtually at the exit when a voice hailed out.

“Yo, where are you ditchers going?” Monique McCoy requested out from down the hall with her sisters behind her. They all got to school late due to an early dentist appointment their mother crammed them into. “Class is the other way.”

“Shh, keep your voice down, girl!” Zaiyia hissed, sticking a finger against her lips to quell her. “We don't have time to explain we just have...somewhere to go.”

“Uh huh.” Assata intoned, a brow arching in suspicion. “And where is this 'somewhere'?”

“It's a science class!” Chasity spouted out, formulating a hasty deception. “I-It's taking place outside today cause it's...not raining, you know?”

Zaiyia let out a sigh of defeat. Not one of the McCoy sisters were buying that farce one bit, not that they needed to. They were all an authentic bunch, and so there wouldn't be any wrong in telling them what's going on. “Actually, we're skipping class to pay Alice White a call in hopes that we can peacefully finish this bullying crusade once and for all so I can stop making my own life a living hell.”

“Oh, well ain't that a gallant thing to do.” Aishah applauded with a proud smile. “I want in.”

“Me too!” Monique whined, raising her hand with interest. “I fucking hate going to math.”

“Wait what?!” Chasity proclaimed in surprise, not foreseeing the three sisters to want to enlist in their mission to free Zaiyia from a life of incessant bullying. “Why on earth would you guys want to come to this? It's got nothing to do with any of one of you!”

Assata pointed a finger straight at Zaiyia and said. “To watch this bitch's back, that's why.”

“No offense, Chasity, but we're not completely sure you'd be able to curb stomp that cunt if shit gets popping.” Aishah delicately explained in a sweet voice, hoping it'd serve to keep from hurting Chasity's feelings.

Agreeing with their point, Zaiyia gave them a nod of approval. “Alright, you're all in, but y'all got to drive us there.”

“But Zaiyia!” Chasity began to gripe, not seeing why they needed to involve the three sisters into an already risky situation that could get them in trouble as well.

“Chasity, they have a car. We'd make it there sooner and back if we had a vehicle instead of going on foot.” Zaiyia replied, making a damn good point. “I'm trying to get you back before you miss two classes, remember?”

Seeing she was right, Chasity gave in with a sigh. “Alright, fine, you have a point. Let's just get going before we waste anymore time.”

Hurrying out of the exit, the McCoy sisters led them to their car sitting in the school parking lot. The lot was pretty empty of students except for the few entering late. However there was one group of three guys standing by a black car nearby, chattering among themselves. They didn't come off like they were high-schoolers at all, more like college age. Still, the girls didn't care to bother them on who they were lingering around for outside of a high school since they had a girl to hunt for. But that didn't stop the three men from spotting the young girls, especially Ziayia who they honed in on. “HEY, YOU! THE ONE WITH THE GOLD STUFF IN HER BRAIDS!”

The girls and Zaiyia all halted from opening their doors to glance over at the three men in their white shirts, matching black leather jackets, denim jeans and shoes. Reviewing them intently, Zaiyia frowned at her friends. “Do any of y'all know these Greaser motherfuckers?”

“Nope, but I do agree that they looked like they just stepped out of the Grease film.” Monique observed with a smile on her face.

“AIN'T YOU THAT TROUBLE MAKING SLUT THAT TOOK ALICE'S BOYFRIEND FROM HER?” The hotter one hailed out to them, pointing to Zaiyia. “YEAH, YOU'RE THAT SAME BITCH!”

“I'm getting sick of people of calling me a fucking slut and a bitch that don't even fucking know me!” Zaiyia growled with increasing irritation.

Stepping away from the car to oppose them, Chasity intercepted her path with a frantic look in her eyes. “NO, Zaiyia! Don't let them bring you back into that dark place again! You wanted to change, remember? You wanted to change all of this, so you can NOT let them get to you like this.”

“WHAT, YOU COULDN'T TELL THAT WAS HER!?” The one with the arm tattoos mocked powerfully, trying to get under her skin. “LOOK AT HER, SHE EVEN LOOKS LIKE A SLUT!”

“I CAN SMELL THAT SHIT FROM HERE!” The guy with the blonde ombre hairdo snickered as he covered his nose.

“FUCK YOU, YOU KENECKIE LOOKING ASSWIPE!” Assata hollered at him as she stepped forward to champion her friend. “YOUR ASS BE LOOKING LIKE YOU BE DIPPING YOUR DICK IN SOME MOTOR OIL ON THE REGULAR BEFORE A HANDJOB!”

“OR SHOOTING YOUR GREASE LIGHTNING UP INTO AN EXHAUST PIPE THAN A REAL PUSSY, EH?!” Aishah accompanied, a malicious grin on her face. “BEST YOU NEVER TASTED THE REAL THING!”

“AND WHO'D WANT TO WITH YOU WALKING AROUND LOOKING LIKE YOU AIN'T EVER HEARD OF A SHOWER OR GENERAL HYGIENE!” Monique kicked in, immediately entertained. “WHAT'S WRONG, HOMIE, NEVER SEEN A BATHTUB BEFORE?”

“FUCK ALL OF YOU BITCHES, HOW ABOUT THAT!?” The one with the tattoo spat as he gestured to his boys. Retreating behind him towards the trunk of their vehicle, the other two popped it open to fetch two bats resting inside. Returning to his side, the leader with the tattoos gestured to the equipped weapons. “OR BETTER YET, WE'LL FUCK YOU ALL OURSELVES, HOW DOES THAT SOUND?”