"Fu.ckin' p****y," I spat.
"Brixton, let's just go," Deidra said, her voice full of worry as she pulled my arm.
I looked at the guy I just beat up and his friend that was trying to help him now.
"I ever catch either of you around again... you'll regret it," I warned them.
Without waiting for a response, I let Deidra pull me out of the café. She was muttering about how the police were probably on their way as she rushed to the car. I was too stunned, too angry, but Deidra just kept going on and on about how dumb and crazy and foolish that was. Oh, and how I cost her those cupcakes she was looking forward to. All I kept thinking about were the way they had her trapped and the fact that she kept trying to get away. It kept festering inside me. I barely even noticed it when Deidra took the
