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high school? Oh no, hun. I don’t do dropouts or chronic truants.
    â€œNah, nah,” he says, exhaling into the phone. “I’ma prolly chill. I got some moves to make later tonight, so it depends.”
    I frown. “Benji, are you hustlin’ now?”
    Silence.
    â€œListen,” I say quickly. Somehow feeling the need to let him off the hook. “Forget I even asked. Okay?”
    Finally he takes a deep breath. “Nah. It’s all good. I’m doin’ me, a’ight?”
    â€œBut why? The streets are hot ’n’ you know the po-po stay running up on ninjas. They baggin’ everybody. This is your last year in school. Why would you wanna risk messing everything up like that, huh?”
    â€œYeah. I hear you. But school ain’t really doin’ it for me right now, babe. A muhfuggah tryna stack them ends, nah’mean? I gotta do what I gotta do. The struggle is real, yo. I’m tryna eat, feel me?”
    This conversation is over. Okay? Heck, what more can I say? He ain’t my boo-daddy. And he’ll never be someone I’d spend the rest of my life with. So if missing school to be in the streets to be some low-level dealer is what he aspires to be, who am I to knock him? No judgment, honey-boo. Trust.
    â€œThen go eat, boo-boo.”

11
    S ay hi to the haters . . .
    â€œYo, what’s good, sexy?” Brent Selder says, walking over toward my locker. It’s like four minutes ’til the third period bell rings. And here he stands.
    Sexy? Boo, I know I’m sexy. Still...
    Brent has never, ever , called me that. Not that I need him to, ’cause trust. Fiona doesn’t need a boy to confirm what she already knows. I was born sexy. Okay? Anyway, Brent’s one of the star players on the lacrosse team ’n’ one of the finest, sexiest boys alive. Okay? Yesss, hunni . He can get it. All day. Every day! With his Indian-looking self.
    Now hold up. I know some of you are rolling your eyes up in ya heads sayin’, Please. Who can’t get it? Don’t do me, honey-boo. I’ma tell you like I tell everyone else: Sex is good for the soul, hun. Trust. Besides, I keep tellin’ you I don’t have sex with everyone. Only boys I really like. Or if I’m extra bored ’n’ don’t have anything better to do. Anyway...
    I eye Brent real slow ’n’ sexy-like, batting my long lashes. He’s in a pair of gym shorts ’n’ a sweaty McPherson tank, looking all delish ’n’ whatnot. Boo, I ain’t even gonna front. If I was a messy kinda chick, he could get the cookie unwrapped. Yes, gawd! Ooh, I know he’d make some pretty babies with all that wavy hair ’n’ beautiful skin. Not that I’m thinking about gettin’ knocked up by him or any other boy. This is all hypothetically speaking. You know. If I did give him the cookie raw, ’n’ if I wanted to push out his babies. Uh, I mean, baby. ’Cause I’m only letting one stretch out this bangin’ body. Fiona isn’t doing the kitten thing, okay? Popping out four ’n’ five babies. I think not!
    And I’m not tryna be like my mother, havin’ babies mad young. Chile, please. She was pregnant at fifteen ’n’ had my sister Leona when she was sixteen. Then she popped out my sister Kara when she was eighteen. Then my sister Sonji at twenty-one. Then Karina when she was twenty-four. Then nine years later came her mishap. Me. Some hot ’n’ heavy one-night stand in the backseat of my daddy’s pickup truck. Mmph. And she thinks I wanna end up like that. No, honey-boo. I think not!
    I glance down at Brent’s legs. Deargawd! They’re beautiful. Mmph. I have to fight the urge to reach down ’n’ swipe a hand up over his thick, heart-shaped calves, then up his brown, hairy, muscular thigh. Oooh, I just wanna forget where I am ’n’ have my way with him.
    I shut my