Hollywood High (11 page)
Authors: Ni-Ni Simone
14
London
W
aaaaaaaaaait a minute! Reeeeeeeeeewiiiiiiiind.
Hold the hell up! Did that hussy straight diss me? I looked around and all that was left of Spencer was the smell of burning rubber and smoke.
aaaaaaaaaait a minute! Reeeeeeeeeewiiiiiiiind.
Hold the hell up! Did that hussy straight diss me? I looked around and all that was left of Spencer was the smell of burning rubber and smoke.
I kept myself composed as I waited for the valet attendant to bring my car around. Poised and camera-ready, of course. Just in case someone felt the urge to take a photo.
How dare that self-righteous skank call me broke!
My mother was worth over seventeen million alone. And Daddy was worth close to four hundred million. That was surely nothing to sneeze at. But Spencer practically pissed on it. And what made things worse is that I could've sworn I heard people snickering in back of me. I started to turn around and give it to anyone I saw with a simple smile across their inflated lips. And when I was done with them I'd slap Spencer into having common sense, because apparently for her to come at me crazyâthe little I thought she had didn't exist.
But Daddy said I had to get along with her and that I couldn't get into any more trouble, but umm, hear this, if she says anything else slick that chick has a stomp-out coming to her real soon. I mean that!
How dare that self-righteous skank call me broke!
My mother was worth over seventeen million alone. And Daddy was worth close to four hundred million. That was surely nothing to sneeze at. But Spencer practically pissed on it. And what made things worse is that I could've sworn I heard people snickering in back of me. I started to turn around and give it to anyone I saw with a simple smile across their inflated lips. And when I was done with them I'd slap Spencer into having common sense, because apparently for her to come at me crazyâthe little I thought she had didn't exist.
But Daddy said I had to get along with her and that I couldn't get into any more trouble, but umm, hear this, if she says anything else slick that chick has a stomp-out coming to her real soon. I mean that!
The valet attendant pulled up beside me, stepping out of my car. He held the door for me, then closed it once I slid in behind the wheel. I tossed him a twenty, then pulled off, catching this couple going at it like wild sex beasts over by one of the gazebos.
I slow-rolled by so I could get my nosey on. I blinked.
Wait. Is that Rich?
Ohhhhhhhhhmygod, she was practically sucking Corey's face off!
What a damn trick! They need a short-stay, and fast!
I sped off, disgusted. There were two things money couldn't buy: class and common damn sense. And sometimes, it appeared Rich was lacking in both.
Wait. Is that Rich?
Ohhhhhhhhhmygod, she was practically sucking Corey's face off!
What a damn trick! They need a short-stay, and fast!
I sped off, disgusted. There were two things money couldn't buy: class and common damn sense. And sometimes, it appeared Rich was lacking in both.
Halfway down the long winding road, I spotted tire tracks stretching across the road. There was a tire and the bumper of a car in the middle of the road. It looked as if there had been an accident. Again, being nosey, I slowed down, then stopped the car, getting out. I walked toward the edge of the road and looked down.
Ohhhhhhhmygod, it's an accident! Who was the stupid fool driving that car? And how in the world did it end up on this side of the road?
Ohhhhhhhmygod, it's an accident! Who was the stupid fool driving that car? And how in the world did it end up on this side of the road?
I didn't immediately recognize the car. But when I heard a female's voice screaming for help, I knew right then who the car belonged to. I ran back over to my car and pulled out my cell, calling Rich.
“Yesssssss, London. Is this an emergency? 'Cause if not, you're straight boom-wrecking my flow.”
I frowned. “Your friend . . . is down in the ditch. And you better come down here to get her because I'm not breaking a nail to do it.”
“Whaaat?
Who are you talking about?”
Who are you talking about?”
“I'm talking about your girl Spencer. You know. The one who called me broke and told me to suck on her exhaust fumes. That's who I'm talking about. Her car is flipped upside down.”
“She did what? She called you what, broke? Oh, no. Those are fighting words, girl. I wish a mofo would call me broke. Oh, no. She gotta get done in the dark for that. I'm sorry, that's a back-alley whooping for sure. Broke? Oh, she cursed you, boo. She tore her drawers all the way off with that one. That's when I have to drop all my ladylike manners. And bring it to her head. What you wanna do? Make an appointment to drag her? 'Cause I'm free next Tuesday at seven. And we can do her in, girl. 'Cause she done went too damn far this time, calling you broke.”
“Appointment? Are you serious?”
“Yeah, girl. I'm busy. I have my stylist coming. I gotta get my hair done. Nails gotta get done. I have a lot going on.”
I huffed. “Rich? Rich? Can you please shut the hell up for one minute?” I paused, pressing my forehead with the tip of my fingers. A headache was starting to pound its way to the front of my head. “You know what. Forget it. I don't even like the girl. And the girl doesn't like me. So if I don't ever have to deal with her again, I'm cool with it. So I'ma let her stay right here where she belongs, stuck in the damn mud. I'm out.”
In the background I could hear Corey asking, “What happened to Spencer? Is she okay?”
“Oh my, boo is so sweet. He's all concerned.”
I rolled my eyes. “Um . . . riddle me this: why the hell are you with that snake? Didn't he just play you in the cafeteria today? And the other night at the club? We need to have a real heart-to-heart, fast.”
Rich sighed. “You wouldn't understand. But, it's not what you think.”
“Well since it's not what I think, then what you need to do is hurry up and get down here and see about this upside-down trick because I'm about to leave her here.”
“Girl, then leave. Shoot. Nobody has time to be playing around with Spencer. She came at you sideways, so go. She's had an attitude all day, like she had hair on her chest. Even in the cafeteria she was trying to bring it-bring it. Where's Heather? Aren't they let-me-mace-you-and-get-over-it-the-next-day type of buddies? Let her save her.”
“Rich, you know what? It doesn't even matter. I don't know what they are. And I don't. Care.”
“I already told you to leave her in the ditch then, and call nine-one-one when you get home. 'Cause right now I'm about to get-it, get-it with my boo.”
“Nah, we need to see about Spencer, babe,” I heard Corey tell her.
“What?” Rich snapped in my ear, going off on him. “Go see about her? You must have banged your head. I don't think so. And then she called London
broke
. Oh, no. She's going to wear that. And the last thing you need to be concerned about is Spencer or any other ho down in some ditch, unless you're trying to get in the mud with her. She could be stuck in damn quicksand for all I care. You just told me, it was all about me and you. So why the hell are you standing here wanting to go help Spencer? Back it up, back it up . . . explain that. London . . .” I sighed, letting her rant. “I think you're going to need to come back up here to hold my clutch, 'cause I'm about to forget I'm a lady and set it off on this mofo.”
broke
. Oh, no. She's going to wear that. And the last thing you need to be concerned about is Spencer or any other ho down in some ditch, unless you're trying to get in the mud with her. She could be stuck in damn quicksand for all I care. You just told me, it was all about me and you. So why the hell are you standing here wanting to go help Spencer? Back it up, back it up . . . explain that. London . . .” I sighed, letting her rant. “I think you're going to need to come back up here to hold my clutch, 'cause I'm about to forget I'm a lady and set it off on this mofo.”
I pulled the phone away from my ear and put them on speaker, listening to them go at it. How sickening!
“Now c'mon, baby. Why you tryna fight when we just finished making up? You know it's all about you. But I'm sayin' . ..”
“Oh, what you sayin', Corey? What you saying, Coreeeeeeeeey? 'Cause all I hear is a bunch of yip-yap about you worrying about some other trick. As far as I'm concerned the word
she
should never part your lips in front of me.”
she
should never part your lips in front of me.”
“Go 'head with that. I'm not worried about no other trick. Spencer's supposed to be your girl, so you say. Yo, I'm only telling you the right thing to do. I don't really care what you do. You makin' a big deal out of nothing. You wanna leave her down there, then leave her. Something happens to her that's on you. I'm outta here.”
I rolled my eyes.
Good riddance. He is such a damn loser!
Good riddance. He is such a damn loser!
“Whatever, Corey. Oh, you wanna leave now? Oh, really? Is that what you really wanna do? Then go. Run along like you always do. Always running off somewhere. You make me sick with that!”
I screamed into the phone, “Rich, will you shut the hell up and stop sweating him! If he wants to go, then let him! I'm sick of this back and forth. The dude is no. Damn. Good.”
“Slow down, London. You pushing it too far, boo. Maybe you don't believe in second chances, but I do.”
“Well, he's had about three chances that I know of, but who's counting. So do you, sweetie. But anyway, why are we arguing about him? Bottom line, what the hell do you want to do about this chick down in this muddy hole? Because I am not about to play “Save a Ho Who Can't Drive,” not today, boo!”
“Wait a minute, London. Stay put. I'm on my way to assess the situation. Don't leave until I get there.”
“Well, hurry up 'cause this whole scene is boring me.” I disconnected, tossing my phone back into my bag.
The whole time this was going on Spencer was groaning and yelling for someone to help her. I walked back over to the edge of the ditch and yelled, “Speeeeeeeeeeeeencer, are you still there? Or are you dead yet?”
She moaned.
I rolled my eyes.
I looked in back of me and saw Rich speeding up. She slammed on her brakes, stopping in back of my car. I was too damn through when I saw Corey hopping out of the passenger side of her Bugatti.
“Ohhhhhmygod!” Rich snapped, running up toward the edge of the road. “Clutching pearls. Girl, you didn't tell me this was newsworthy. How do I look?” She blew her breath in my face. “How's my breath? You didn't call the paparazzi yet, did you?”
I frowned. “No, I didn't call them. I don't do that.”
“Good, girl. I'ma text my publicist the scoop right now. This way we have time to get downâ”
She stopped in midsentence when we heard Spencer screaming. “GET AWAY FROM ME! DON'T COME NEAR ME! YOU NO-GOOD-FOR-NOTHING SLIMEBALL! YOU'RE THE CAUSE OF ME ALMOST KILLING MYSELF! NOW YOU WANNA HELP ME? YOU CAN HELP ME BY GETTING THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!”
Corey stopped in his tracks with his ear pressed to his cell.
Rich yelled down to him, “What do you need, a cape, Corey? What are you down there doing, Corey? Saving another girl, like you were at the club the other night when you were giving them drinks from your bottle? Don't think I forgot that, Coreeeeeeeeey. Now what are you doing, trying to get an S on your chest?”
I sighed.
WTF?! Is it me? Or is this whole scene a problem? This chick is all over the place.
I yanked Rich by the arm to get her attention. “Will you pull yourself together, girl.”
“I said get away from me!” Spencer carried on as Corey was bent down. “I don't want you anywhere near me!”
“Wait one damn minute,” Rich yelled. “I wanna know what you're down there doing, Corey. And why the hell is Spencer yelling at you like that? Spencer, why are you yelling at my man like that?”
“I don't want him touching me!” Spencer yelled back. “And why are you standing up there instead of being down here helping me? I need help. And not from Corey!”
“Yo, chill,” Corey said to her. “If you'd calm down you'll see that all I'm doing is calling nine-one-one.”
Rich looked at me and grabbed my arm. “C'mon, London. We need to get down there before the police get here. 'Cause he's tryna make the news.”
“Huh? You'd think he'd do that?”
“Mmmph. I don't trust anyone when it comes to making the headlines, not even a man. Do you know how many times the headlines have been snatched from me? Oh, no. Not this time. Kick them damn heels off and let's get down and dirty with it.”
I was hesitant. I knew this was a bad idea. And it made absolutely no sense. But since I was commanded by my daddy to play nice with the Tinseltown queens of dramedy, I knew that there was only one thing to doâtake off my jewels, kick off my shoes, and follow Rich down into the ditch.
“Now listen,” Rich whispered as we climbed down. “We're gonna drag her out of the car and we'll both smack her one good time for all that slickness she was saying today, especially after she's called you broke. We're gonna show her how broke people do it. Real Section Eight-like. Corey, get away from her. London and I will take it from here.”
Corey shook his head. “Nah, you don't need to be trying to move her. That's what I was trying to tell her, but she kept yelling and screaming at me.”
I sucked my teeth, eyeing him. “Don't worry about it. We got this. You can go move along. She doesn't want you here anyway.”
He frowned at me.
I rolled my eyes.
“I heard you were looking for some slow-singing and flower-bringing,” Rich said to Spencer as she leaned over and banged on the door. “You ready to get it pop-pop, huh?”
“What? Slow-singing? I don't want you singing to me. What kind of games you playing, Rich? I want help.”
“No, what you want is a beat down. You're the one who's been playing games. What was that she said to you, London?”
“She called me
broke
.”
broke
.”
Rich kicked her door. “How dare you make fun of the financially afflicted? It's not her fault her parents are only worth a measly three hundred and eighty-five million dollars.”
“Now wait a minute,” I said, putting a hand up on my hip. “Who are we supposed to be coming for, me or Spencer? 'Cause it sounds like you're trying to
boom-bop it
, too.”
boom-bop it
, too.”
“Girl, you know I got you. I'm just saying. It's not right what she said. I'm the one taking up for you, what are you getting all crunked with me about? Don't be getting sensitive now. You're still living up on Holmby Hills, so what's the big deal?”
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