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twirking. By the time,
     the DJ had stopped playing “The Whisper Song,” I was drenched with sweat.
    “You look like you need this,” Jayson said, handing both of us glasses of something fruity looking.
    “Ooh, boy, what’s this?” Peaches asked, excited.
    “Fuzzy Navels,” Jayson said, smiling.
    “Where you get this from?” I asked.
    “Don’t worry about all that. Just enjoy it,” he said, looking away, sipping on his drink.
    “Well, excuse me,” I said and took a long sip from my own drink.
    “I’ll be back,” Jayson whispered in my ear.
    “Where the hell you going?” I yelled over the loud music. Nelly’s “Hot in Herre” had people bumping up into the both of us.
     We swayed with the crowd for a minute, but Jayson ain’t answer me. He waved bye and disappeared into the crowd again.
    “Where the hell he just go?” Peaches asked, leaning into me.
    “I don’t know, but he’s being real sneaky,” I said and turned to look for him.
    “Well, whatever. Let’s just have some fun,” Peaches said while swerving her hips.
    We danced for hours. A couple of guys had offered to buy both of us drinks, which we gladly accepted. Peaches rolled her eyes
     and told some crazy-looking dude to get off of her after he tried to grind on her butt.
    “I can see if the nigga was at least halfway cute,” Peaches said in my ear.
    I laughed and then the DJ started playing Lil’ Wayne’s “Go DJ” and the crowd started going wild, pushing closer near the stage
     area. A few minutes later, Lil’ Wayne and some of the Cash Money Millionaires came out on the stage and killed it.
    I could not believe Jayson was nowhere to be found the whole time. After the DJ made a last call announcement for drinks,
     me and Peaches started looking for Jayson and heading toward the door at the same time. When we got outside, we waited for
     a while to see if he would come out, but he didn’t. I called him on his cell phone, but there was no answer.
    “What you think we should do?” I asked Peaches. “You think we should leave him?”
    “Jayson grown. He probably getting his dick wet somewhere,” she said, scanning the crowd.
    I sighed and then dialed his number again.
    “Hey, Peaches? You have fun?” a voice called from behind us.
    We both turned around to see Nut leaning up against his Cadillac STS with his arm wrapped around one of the hooker-looking
     girls who was inside the club.
    Peaches’ face formed a scowl and then her fingers turned to claws as she pounced on the girl, who had no idea what was coming
     next. Peaches pulled and scratched, until the girl’s bra-like shirt was pulled down around her waist like a belt, and a blond
     track had been snatched out from the root. I tried to break them up, but two seconds later I felt the hands of someone tugging
     at my clothes. When I turned around to see who it was, I felt fingernails scraping my face. I went crazy, throwing punches
     and swinging at the girl, who must’ve thought I was jumping into Peaches’ fight. I could hear Nut laughing as the fight went
     on, and I could feel the big, strong hands of security guards tearing us apart.
    “Hey! You gotta get the fuck off our premises with this shit!” the big security guard yelled. Another big guy with security
     on his shirt was standing with pepper spray aimed at us. They ain’t have to tell me twice. Police sirens chirped to break
     up the crowd and then Nut said, “Okay, okay. That’s enough. Y’all get the fuck in the car.”
    I wobbled on one of my heels and looked for Peaches. She was walking the other way.
    “Peaches, what the fuck?! I said get the fuck in the car!” Nut yelled. I ran behind her and jumped in her car when she unlocked
     the door.
    “Who the fuck that nigga think I am?!” she yelled, wiping her face off. “I don’t have to deal with this shit!”
    I tried to call Jayson one more time, but again no answer. I hoped he’d be all right since Peaches was pulling off like a
     bat