I glared at him. “Damn right I am, but I didn’t realize nerds kept up with those kinds of things.”
Einstein straightened his bow tie and adjusted his suspenders. “Well, we do.”
Newton had the nerve to get smart with me. “We’re not nerds. We’re extremely intelligent and there’s nothing wrong with being intelligent. You should try it sometime.”
I marched over to the table where they were sitting. “Are you calling me a dummy, you highwater-wearing muthafucka?”
Darwin walked up behind me. “No, he’s not doing that. He was simply pointing out that we don’t like being called that particular name.”
“Which name? Nerds?” I asked. “Well, that’s what you are.”
Darwin joined the other two at the table. “Define the word ‘nerds.’ ”
“Define it?” I asked.
Newton smirked at me. “Hmph, she probably doesn’t even know what ‘define’ means.”
“Kiss my black ass!” I yelled out at him. “You probably don’t even know which way the slit on a pussy goes, you faggot!”
“I’m not gay!” he came back at me. “I have a girlfriend. Two of them.”
“In your wet dreams,” I said nastily. “Who in their right mind would fuck the likes of you?”
Newton smirked again. “You’d be surprised. I go out with some of the hottest women on campus.”
I snickered. The fool couldn’t be for real. His eyeglasses had a piece of masking tape in the middle holding them together. Then it dawned on me. “Aw, I get it. You prey on the sisters and trade study help for sex, don’t you? How pathetic.”
“It’s not even like that,” Darwin said. “Newton has a lot to offer. He’s at the top of the class and some day, he’s going to run a multi-billion-dollar corporation.”
“That must be the same day those damn hairstyles you muthafuckas are sportin’ come back in style.”
They did have some fucked-up haircuts, too. One was wearing a played-out Afro and the other two were wearing conkalines. Those shits haven’t been in style since the early sixties. Afros are coming back, but not the kind Darwin had on his fucking head.
I eyed the vending machines and my mouth started watering. I walked over to them and was disappointed that most of the slots were empty, except for some cheese crackers and one bag of corn chips that looked like it might have been there since the building was first erected.
“Oh, well, beggars can’t be choosers,” I said aloud. I started digging through my purse for change. The damn machine didn’t take dollar bills. How outdated!
Darwin called out to me, “Um, you need some change, Frenchie?”
Einstein said, “If I were you, I wouldn’t give her a thing.”
I swung around and rolled my eyes in his direction. Now he was trying to get smart with me; the tramp. “I guess it’s a good thing for me that you’re not him, then.” I walked over and handed Darwin two ones. I wanted to get a soda, too. At least they had those.
Darwin stood and dug through the pockets of his highwaters until he found enough quarters. “Here you go,” he said, handing them to me.
“Thanks. You’re the nice one.” I snarled at the other two and walked back over to the machines.
After getting my crackers and soda, I was about to head back out the door. I heard them whispering and giggling behind me so I swung around. “What’s so fucking funny?”
Newton eyed me and said, “Frenchie, have you ever been spanked?”
“Spanked? What black child do you know that has never had their ass whooped by their parents? Of course, I’ve been spanked, idiot.”
Einstein stood up and said, “No, not that kind of spanked.”
I started laughing. “Are you nerds referring to some S and M bullshit? I can’t even picture the three of you fucking, much less spanking someone.”
“We don’t mean that kind, either,” Einstein replied and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small clear vial that was full of light green powder. “This is the type of spank we mean.”