Behind your back, Janus will say anything. Call you a “Bitch,” “Two-Face, whatevah!” She’s like all nicey nice to your face and then back stabs you to her friends and family.
Kristie has never seen anyone hate people so whimsically. Janus hates her brother for drinking too much. She hates her cousin because she’s a bitch and a whore who tried to steal her boyfriend. She even hates her mother for not being there for her every single fucking second. “Now she hates me. Ain’t I lucky?”
Kristie has only been in one actual fight her whole life. That was when Squeeky said he liked Kristie’s tits better than Janus’. Janus followed her home one day and stalked her with a posse of her friends in tow. She came right up to Kristie and slapped her hard across the face, “You fucking bitch! Stay away from my boyfriend!”
Now Squeeky was not that much to desire. He was really small, dressed like a thug: blue jeans (which he was not allowed to wear to school), white t-shirt, black Converse high tops, and a jean jacket. Still, he was cute and flirty, and Kristie was never beyond flirting with anybody. But it wasn’t her fault Squeeky liked her tits. All the boys did.
Squeeky’s greatest claim to fame so far was when Mrs. Ledbetter, the Dean, took him into the boys’ bathroom with the paddle and issued him his punishment. The whole school was standing out in the yard waiting expectantly to see him come out of the rest room. They heard the three swats she delivered to his bottom. The whole yard was quiet.
Mrs. Ledbetter came out first waving the paddle in the air as a warning to the rest of us. Squeeky came out red-faced, wiping away his tears, but still holding his head high and cocky. All the students thought he deserved the swat. After all he had been disrespectful, cussed at Mrs. Ledbetter, and was probably headed for Juvy. Back in those days the teachers didn’t take any shit.
Kristie pounced on Janus and took her to the ground putting all her force on her pinning her into the lawn of some unknown neighbor. Kristie had a very powerful voice – she had been taking operatic training. She yelled as loud and sternly as she could about two inches away right into Janus’ face, “I DON’T WANT TO FIGHT!!! I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR LITTLE SQUEEKY BOYFRIEND! I’M SORRY ABOUT YOUR TITS! I DON’T WANT TO FIGHT!!!” She re-emphasized, “I don’t want to fight.”
She cried all the way home. She really did not like fighting… and she thought maybe the next time a boy asked to see her tits, she wouldn’t show him.
(First published 12/27/11)
