Put Your Diamonds Up! by Ni-Ni Simone Page B

and floored the accelerator, peeling off.
    â€œWhere to?”
    â€œJust drive, bish ! Drive!”

6
Rich
    S pencer was going down!
    And I was going to make sure she spent the rest of her life on death row, being some butch queen’s sex slave and washing her dirty drawls!
    â€™Cause I wasn’t going to jail!
    I was turning state’s evidence!
    This chick was done!
    I can’t believe she ran up on me like the head of the coochie patrol, cock blocked and raided my moment! I didn’t need her flying through the air in a hazmat suit and heels. This was real life. Not some twisted fantasy!
    I knew how to handle Justice.
    I didn’t need her to kill him!
    Ohmygod! She really tried to take his head off!
    The bottom of my stomach had fallen out as I cried, “I can’t believe you killed that boy!” I pointed to the street behind us. I could still see his body in the distance, lying there, motionless.
    â€œShut up!” she screamed, whipping the steering wheel to the right and making a sharp turn onto the highway. “Shut up!”
    â€œI’ma shut up, all right. Right after I testify against you!” I pointed at the side of her face. “Right after I shut you down. Right after I tell the judge that something has always been wrong with you. After I demand they put you away for the rest of your life! You’re a danger to the community. And a menace to my love life!”
    â€œYou know what, Rich?” Spencer zigzagged across two lanes, cutting two cars off and causing one to slam on its brakes. “If you keep talking, do you know what’s going to happen next?”
    My eyes popped out as she floored the accelerator and the speedometer spiked to a hundred and ten. “ What? What happens next? Whatchu mean?”
    â€œI’m going to take you to meet the grim reaper. So either shut your fox trap, or start writing your eulogy. It’s about to be some slow singing and flower bringing.”
    Breathe in...
    Breathe out . . .
    This is not real! It’s not!
    I flipped the visor down and looked into the mirror.
    â€œAhhh!” I screamed in horror at the sight staring back at me. My hair is a mess! My makeup looks like I’ve been to war! I’m supposed to be hot and pretty! This is a dream. Scratch that. This is a nightmare! I’m going to wake up at any moment and we will be at Hollywood High at my red carpet ceremony where the press is waiting and Miley Cyrus is giving us a first-class view of her cheap tongue wagging and her pink pleather twerk.
    â€œRich!” Spencer snatched me out of my thoughts. “Get out the dang mirror and tell me where we are going!”
    I slammed the visor up. “Excuse you ! You’re the reason my heel is broken off and now we’re fugitives making a mad dash across county lines, hoping like hell the feds don’t hunt us down, then shoot us on the spot. We’re on the run and you’re asking me where we’re going? You should have had all this planned out before you went kung fu crazy and started dropping bodies. I should be going to school so that I can get my celebration on. Not riding shotgun with you, man-killah!”
    â€œYou know what? I’m getting ready to drive you off the nearest cliff!” She made a sharp pull to the left, cutting cars off.
    I almost pissed my pants. “Stop it!” My heart felt like it had jumped into my esophagus. “You going to get us killed!”
    â€œExactly! NOW WHERE ARE WE GOooooooING?”
    â€œGo south! Go south! Toward San Diego! We’ll escape to Chinatown and try to blend in!” I sniffed and did all I could not to lose myself in a crying fit. “You’re dead wrong for this, Spencer!” Tears filled my eyes and wet my cheeks. “Why couldn’t you just mind your business instead of being all up in mine? That’s the same mess you pulled when you ran your damn mouth and told Knox that I had an abortion