17: The Fight Club

JUDAH’s POV : I really didn’t want to fight, but… "Yeah, that's right. Walk away. Go home to your whore of a momma, shitface!" The fight really wants me. Turning back to face the brawly dude, I glared at him and said, "Now, you don't call my momma names okay? That just ain't nice," He narrowed his eyes at me as if he couldn’t believe that I had the guts to turn back to him. "And plus, 'your momma' jokes are so dead, let it rest already. I'm sure you can do better than that," I taunted sarcastically and Gabe looked at me as if I was crazy. "What'd you say to me?" the big dude glared menacingly. "Cam, bro, come on," Blake reached for his shoulder but Biggie smacked his hand off of him. "Nah, this bitch is asking for it," "Yeah Cam, you needa teach him a lesson. He's on our turf now," Scrawny added. By turf does he mean high school? I restrained myself from laughing and squared my chest, waiting patiently as Biggie and Scrawny strode over to me. Blake stayed in the background with an unea