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my laptop: 8:34 P.M. “I’m still waiting for you to tell me why you did what you did.” I decide I’m giving this boy five more minutes of my time, then it’s a wrap. I’ve already given him enough of my precious time. He’s lucky I don’t have him stomped out for tryna do me today.
    I yawn.
    â€œOn some real, yo. Thinkin’ ’bout you, then seein’ you. You got me goin’ through it, yo. I mean. I had you on the brain all day, rememberin’ all the lil freaky ish we used to do when we used to chill ’n’ . . .” He sighs. “I was buggin’, yo. I was on rock all day. Then when I saw you comin’ outta class at the same time as me, I don’t know. I wanted you, nah’mean. But I was dead wrong, a’ight?”
    I twist my lips up. “Uh-huh. What, was you on that molly trip?”
    â€œYo, you wildin’. Hell no. I don’t eff wit’ that ish, yo. Straight bud ’n’ that Fireball when I wanna get my drink on. You already know.”
    Yeah. I know. Your horny behind is a pothead ’n’ a future drunk.
    â€œMmph. So thinkin’ about this goody-goody got you actin’ all nutty, is that what you saying? Got you tryna snatch a chick’s drawz off, huh?”
    He laughs.
    â€œBoy, I am not laughing.”
    â€œNah, nah. I know you dead-azz, Fee. It’s just how you said it, that’s all.”
    I grunt. “Well, it doesn’t make a difference how I say it. No means no . Next time you’re gonna get more than a knee to your man jewels, boo. Next time I’ma claw ’em out with my nails, then sling ’em out into traffic. Don’t get it twisted. So the next time a girl says stop or get off her, get the hell off.”
    â€œYou right, yo. My bad. I just miss chillin’ wit’ you.”
    â€œWell, you sure have a crazy way of showin’ it. We coulda still been chillin’ if you didn’t mess it up tryna make me wifey. You know I told you I wasn’t wifey material, so why you even tried to take me there is beyond craziness.”
    He blows a breath out into the phone. “True, true.”
    â€œAre you smoking?”
    â€œYeah. A mild.”
    I shake my head. Between you ’n’ me, Benji coulda been upgraded to “main boo-daddy” status had he played it cool ’cause, hunni , he knew/knows how to ride these curves. And his engine stays revved up. Trust. Every time we were together it was a turn-out-the-lights-’n’-light-a-candle-then-tear-the-sheets-up kinda night.
    â€œKeep it a hunnid, yo. You miss chillin’?”
    Ooh, I miss the sex.
    â€œNope.”
    He laughs. “Yeah, a’ight. Front if you want.”
    â€œThen why you ask?”
    â€œMaybe I wanna hear it.” He lowers his voice. “Yo, let’s Skype. I wanna show you somethin’.”
    Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Bwahahahaha. Boy, bye! I ain’t Skypin’ with you. You can’t show me anything I haven’t already seen. You better go light a blunt ’n’ have several seats.”
    â€œYo, I’m about to spark up in a minute. What you gettin’ into tonight?”
    â€œMy sheets.”
    â€œAlone?”
    â€œNot with you,” I say, picking up my comb from off my vanity. I start running it through my hair.
    He laughs. “Ouch. That hurt.”
    â€œWhatever. Are you coming to school tomorrow? Or do you plan on spending your day drinking ’n’ smoking the day away?”
    I ask him this, unsure as to why I even care. It’s his life, not mine. I guess a part of me still kinda likes him. Okay, okay. I do. But not enough. Anyway, he needs a whole lot more than a nice body ’n’ a good sex game to keep a diva like me interested. And, even more, he needs to be focused in school. Please. What I look like, spending my time or my life with some boy who can’t even graduate from