Myself and I Read Free

As Priscilla rushed off, I was completely stunned. Most of the fruit punch had landed on me, ruining my hair, my dress and my expensive shoes. Fruit punch dripped from Antonio’s face. I think he’d seen Priscilla charging toward us and moved in the nick of time.
    â€œI don’t believe she just did that!” Maya said, rushing over to me in a panic. “I’m beating her down just for you the next time I see her.” A few adults exiting the hotel asked if I was all right, but all I felt was total humiliation.
    â€œI’m going to go and ask the front desk clerk for a few towels,” Antonio announced before rushing off.
    â€œWhich way did she go, Maya?” I said, removing myshoes and glancing around the hotel lobby. I was about to chase her down. I didn’t even care about drying off first.
    â€œThere she goes, right over there!” Maya pointed to Priscilla, who was running down the sidewalk toward the exit ramp of the parking garage.
    â€œPriscilla! Priscilla!” I shouted angrily. She stopped briefly to look back at me. At that very moment a speeding car came zooming out of the garage, narrowly missing her. The driver jammed on the brakes, then made a sharp turn onto King Drive and sped away. “Oh my God, Maya! That was Lori driving like a lunatic.” By the time I turned my attention back toward Priscilla, she was gone.
    â€œDamn! Can you believe that, Keysha?” Maya’s voice had risen to a high pitch.
    â€œLori almost ran Priscilla down. That just goes to show you that God don’t like ugly,” I uttered. I knew my alcohol-addicted ex-boyfriend, Wesley, had to be in the car with her. Lori was another psychopath who went to my school. I’d seen both Wesley and Lori earlier—smelled them, too—they both reeked of alcohol.
    â€œI think you just saved Priscilla’s life. If she hadn’t stopped to look at you, she would’ve been a stain on the concrete.”
    â€œI saved more than Priscilla’s neck just now. I also just gave Wesley and Lori another chance. I hope I don’t hear about them on the news tomorrow morning,” I said sympathetically.
    â€œCome on. We’re not going to stand here so that everyone can stare at us like an accident on the freeway. There’s a bathroom right over there. Let’s go get you cleanedup.” Maya tugged on my arm and rushed me off to the ladies’ room. I wiped myself off with some hotel towels that were hanging on the rack. Every now and again I glanced at my reflection in the mirror.
    â€œIt’s not that bad.” Maya tried to lie to me, but it was useless. I was a mess. I looked like a sad version of Cinderella with a big red stain on her dress.
    â€œI’m going home, Maya. I’ll call you tomorrow,” I said, rushing out of the restroom and back outside.
    â€œWait. What about Antonio? If you leave now, how will he get home?” Maya asked, chasing after me.
    â€œScrew Antonio. I never want to see him again,” I said tearfully as I ducked inside the waiting car. The driver shut the door and I let down the window.
    â€œI feel like I should come with you,” Maya said.
    â€œI just don’t see how I can go back inside looking like this. I look like a train wreck. I just want to go home.”
    â€œI’m coming with you.” Maya tried to open the door, but I held on to it.
    â€œNo, Maya, please. Go back inside. Look over there.” I pointed to where her boyfriend, Misalo, was standing.
    â€œGo on. Don’t worry about me,” I insisted as I rolled the window back up and told the driver to take me home. When the driver asked about my date I simply explained that we’d gotten into an argument and he would be getting a ride home with someone else. He glanced at me through the rearview mirror and I could see his eyes asking questions about my wet clothes.
    â€œIt was a really bad argument,” I