Bring It On: All or Nothing Page #3

I know.

Those poor dead pom-poms.

Put them back.

No!

Leave her alone.

She's screwing up everything.

No!

This is stupid.

Please let me keep my pom-poms

and I swear,

as God is my witness,

I will never do another

toe-touch again!

She lost.

She's definitely lost.

Damn.

For real.

OMG.

Yo, Camille.

You gotta check out this CD

I just burned.

Some of this sh*t

ain't even out yet.

That's hot.

We gonna

set it off this year.

Okay.

Hey, y'all should see

the krump moves

I've been working on for us.

Jesse, it's cute

you trying to be

into choreography and stuff,

but I got this.

You just stick

to finding us the beats,

all right, boo?

All right, cool. But one day,

you'll come begging

for what I got.

Shoot, I'm begging now.

Hook a sister up.

Kirresha.

What?

You are too hot to beg.

I know, but he just so fine,

I'm willing

to make an exception.

Don't tease me, mami.

Me gustan las chicas grandes.

I don't know what you said,

but me gustan, too, baby.

He said he likes big girls.

Now, why come when you say it,

it don't sound cute at all?

Look, he's the one

who said it, all right?

Don't hate

'cause he on me.

Tyson!

Damn, Camille.

Look, you put it out there,

and I'm just

showing my appreciation.

You stupid.

Grow up.

Love you, too.

So immature.

What's up?

Hey.

Looks like

we finally about to get

some snow on campus.

Look y'all. Mall baby

must've got separated

from her mother.

What's she doing here?

I don't know.

This ain't the OC.

Maybe she's lost.

Hey!

Yo, Pop-Tart,

you got any black in you?

No.

You want some?

Oh, no, you didn't!

Come on, man.

OMG.

Look what you did.

Well, it's not like it's real.

For real?

Say what?

And how would you know?

Because this one is real.

Oh, that's nice.

Can I touch that?

My mama bought me this purse.

Oh, your mama.

For sure. Yeah, yeah.

Well, your mother must shop

at the swap meets

because that knock-off sucks.

Oh, I know you didn't

just talk about my mama.

Kirresha, hold my sh*t.

Take it.

Oh, wait a second. Hold on...

Camille.

What?

Don't do this.

You're gonna get suspended.

So?

You think I'm gonna let this

little Barbie-looking heifer

come up here

and talk about my mama?

Heifer?

Did you just call me fat?

And I did not just talk

about your mama.

FYI, you did.

You speak IM? NFW!

Oh, no.

This girl didn't called you

the N word.

Oh!

Take them.

I would never.

Some of my best friends

live next door

to black people.

Oh, hell, no.

Camille, come on.

We gonna be late to class.

Yeah, she right, girl.

We better go. I ain't trying

to get detention.

Count your blessings,

white girl,

'cause you just got lucky.

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