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Old dresses? Oh hell no, that better not be about Faye.
I push through the crowd that’s gathering near the back door, elbowing people out of the way. I ignore their disgruntled yells and force my way to the front, where I see a huge dude with a backwards cap and black jeans staring wide-eyed at two girls. He has red lipstick smeared on his cheek. The brunette, with long dark curly hair, a tiny, skinny body, tall heels, and a form-fitting dress has no lipstick on. But Faye, in a deep red dress and heels, is wearing bright red lipstick.
Ah shit, but it was just the cheek, so why is this bitch getting personal? Especially when I’m betting it was the guy urging her on to begin with, because Faye isn’t like that. Women always blame other women, though, instead of dealing with the problem—the man.
“I didn’t do anything. He cornered me and tried to kiss me! He wouldn’t let me move away until I kissed him,” Faye explains, being polite.
“Yeah, what a load of bullshit. Why would he want to kiss you when he can have me?” she sneers, looking Faye over in disgust. “Your fat, reject-looking ass is so desperate I can almost taste it. Can’t get your own man so you have to steal someone else’s?”
“Well, if I steal him, surely he wasn’t really yours to begin with,” Faye mutters and sighs. “I don’t want your man. I just wanted to get away—”
“Shut the fuck up, you fat fuck!” the brunette screams. “You’re embarrassing yourself, falling all over every dick just trying to get one. Maybe eat a salad and dress normally.”
Oh hell no. I see Faye flinch, and her eyes lower to the ground as this random girl picks apart all of Faye’s insecurities just to make herself feel better. Downing my drink, I pass the cup to a passer-by as the girl continues to rip into Faye. I step before my best friend and cross my arms, staring down the little cunt.
“Hey, shut your fucking mouth right this second,” I snap.
“Who the fuck—”
I step closer, my eyes narrowed, and she stumbles back. She’s so used to people backing down and being intimidated, she doesn’t know what to do with someone who isn’t afraid of her loud mouth.
“I wasn’t fucking finished,” I snarl. “If you ever dare talk to my friend like that again, you’ll find your stuck-up ass on the ground, understood?”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she hisses, stepping up to me, and I smirk.
“Honey, you clearly have no idea who I am. Let me change that, shall I? I’m Blair Crew” —I see the recognition in her eyes— “and this girl behind me is my best friend.”
She swallows then, silent for once, so I wander around her in a circle, looking her over in disgust like she did to Faye. The crowd is silent now, knowing what’s going down, knowing I tend to punch first.
“You are just an insecure little girl with a cheating creep of a boyfriend. Don’t blame the girls, blame the man, and stop acting like an entitled little fucking idiot. Tearing others down doesn’t make you a better person, it just makes you a cunt,” I whisper behind her, looking at Faye. She’s smiling widely at me.
“Y-Yeah?” she stutters, her voice quivering even as she feigns confidence. “You’re just a cheap pussy sleeping her way through the Crew brothers for fame.”
I laugh. If she thinks she can tear me down, she has another thing coming. I lean closer to her ear. “Babe, I don’t care what you say about me. I can guarantee it’s all been said before: I’m a bitch, I’m easy, I like cock and booze, and I dress like a hooker, but guess what? I don’t give a fuck. So what will you do now that you can’t make me feel bad about myself?”
The girl turns, reaching for my hair. Rolling my eyes, I grab her wrist mid-air and squeeze, making her yelp as she tugs to get it back, but I just add more pressure as I glare.
“Pulling hair? Really? What are we, kids? If you want to fight, then fight like a woman.” I shove her arm back at her and slam my fist into her face. She screams and falls back on her ass, covering her busted nose with her hands as I shake out my fists and crouch before her with a grin.
“That was a warning. Stay down,” I growl just as I hear shouts. I turn to see the boyfriend coming towards me, finally ready to defend his girl, so I get up, ready to take him on as well, when the Crew brothers are suddenly there.
“That was hot, baby girl,” Cyrus remarks as he grabs the man mid-run, holding the boyfriend effortlessly as he flirts with me. Bray grins at his side as Asher moves to mine.
I’m so distracted by them, I don’t see the girl get up, nor that she decides that Asher, who was going to help her stand, is a target. I turn in time to see her slap him right across the face. My heart stills and red fills my vision as he presses his fingers to his cheek, his eyebrows lowering in confusion.
“I was trying to help,” he mutters.
I step towards him and move his hand away to look at the red handprint on his cheek. “You should have hit her back,” I mutter.
“I can’t hit a girl.” He smiles. “I’m fine.”
“You can’t, but I can,” I snarl and turn, grabbing the bitch by the hair like she tried to do to me, and then I slap her again and again as she screams and tries to claw me. Releasing her, I bring my leg up, kick her to the floor, and press my heel to her heaving chest. “You think you can go around hitting guys? That no one will stop you? That because he’s too much of a good guy to hit you back, you’ll get away with it, little girl?”
I dig my heel in deeper, making her cry out, and she finally stills, her eyes wide as she stares up at me. Her hair is dishevelled, blood drips from her busted nose, and her mascara is running. She’s a fucking mess.
“If you ever, and I mean ever, hit a guy again, especially those three, I’ll break your hand. You understand me? You don’t look, and you don’t so much as fucking go near them, or you’re mine.” I get into her face, making her scream as I dig my heel in, no doubt leaving a mark. “They are mine, and I protect what’s mine.” Lifting my heel, I slam it down on her left hand, purposely stabbing it into the ground between her fingers as she jumps, expecting it in her skin.
Pulling away, I look at the crowd and raise my voice. “If you’re worried about what they will do for touching me, you should be more concerned about what I’ll do if you hurt, betray, or even talk shit about them. My girl over there included. They are under my protection,” I holler, and then I turn to look at them and wink. “As long as they stay in my good books.”
