Pausing, he studied my face to see where I was at.
Well, I was about to skyrocket to a hundred percent bitch, depending on the situation.
Coyote was silent with his hands shoved in his pockets.
The only thing I could hear was Angie’s taunts and I was waiting for my moment. The resentment. The fake and fraudulent smiles on my face.
Angie grinned. “Oooo. No need to be jealous or anything. I’m not trying to take your man, honey. If I wanted him I could have him,” she said cockily as she turned up that ugly, rotten mouth of hers.
A flash of red filtered over my eyes and the rage in my cauldron bubbled over as I launched at Angie’s neck. “You bitch! Why don’t you stay away from my family?”
Angie stood her ground, so my main aim became to knock her over like a bowling pin. I pushed her hard in the chest with both hands as she went flying back to hit the side of the pool table.
Loud shocked gasps rang out in the air.
The deer in headlights look on her face let me know that I caught her off guard by the force of bitterness I’d been holding inside. I caught myself off guard.
Her hair started to fly and she looked like a wild banshee, she regrouped by clinging onto the edge of the pool table. I’d winded her. “You must be out of your mind, get you crazy baby mama away from me, Chalk!” She pointed her finger at me as this time she launched at me, reaching out her arm with a claw grip.
Chalk tried to step in and intervene, but he wasn’t quite quick enough to stop Angie.
She latched on and grabbed a fistful of my hair. My head was whipped forward as we both grunted like cavewomen, defending ourselves.
The music went silent in the club as Ink called out from the bar, “Hey! Stop it now! No fighting in the club.”
Someone in the bar had the nerve to call out, “Girlfight! Who's gonna win?”
Wolf whistles rang out but I drowned them out. My next objective was to dismantle Angie’s face. “Let go of my hair, Angie. Let go of it now!” Her grip was so fierce, I thought she was going to rip it straight out of my skull. I lifted my leg to kick her and hit her shin.
Her fingers released part of their grip on my hair. “Oww! You’re freaking nuts! Psycho!” Angie yelled at the top of her lungs as she attempted to drag me by the ends of my hair.
Coyote moved behind Angie as he pried the remainder of her fingers from my hair. “Let up, Angie. That’s enough. Come on. Let go now,” he commanded.
Two large sets of hands grabbed my waist from behind, as my feet came off the ground. I raised up my knees and pedalled, trying to wriggle free of him. “Let me down Chalk, let me go!”
The flailing continued, but his grip got tighter as he whispered in my ear, “Not worth it, baby. Not worth it.” Kissing the top of my ear to pacify me. It was as if somebody said, ‘cue the music,’ because as soon as we were broken apart, the music came back on.
Rage dominated my emotions, and my hair was all over the place. My nails were digging into Chalk’s fingers.
“You’re quite feisty aren’t you?” He chuckled and kissed my ear again as everyone continued to watch the show.
My teeth were bared and Angie was looking at me in shock, bending over to rub her shin. “Don’t you ever say shit about me again you arrogant—”
“Shhh. Stop it. Come on now. It’s over, baby.” Chalk wasn’t about to loosen his vice-like grip.
Once I came to the conclusion that she was out of reach now, I surrendered letting my body go limp.
Angie just kept talking trash, “Can’t you take a joke? My god, there’s something wrong with you. That’s for sure!”
Coyote let her go as she flattened out her hair.
I snickered to myself looking at her flushed face.
“Angie. Shut up.” Chalk looked directly at her, issuing the demand with force. “Over here.” He pointed her away from the crowd who were slowly going back to tending to their own business.
A couple of other pool players gaped on at me with wide open mouths.
I brushed back my hair as I held my head high. “What?” I snapped.