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locker ’n’ pop my lips. “It’s about time you got ya mind right, lil boo-daddy, ’n’ recognize sexy when you see it. It took you long enough.”
    He grins, walking alongside of me. “Nah. I always knew you were sexy.”
    I stop in my tracks. Run a hand up my hip, then toss my hair. “Well, of course I am . I’m drippin’ with sexiness, hun. Glad you know.”
    He laughs, shaking his head. “Fiona, you mad funny. But seriously, how you?”
    â€œFine ’n’ fabulous, boo. Can’t you see?”
    He laughs some more. “Oh, I see you.”
    â€œUh-huh. So why all of a sudden you steppin’ to me?”
    He smiles. “I’m sayin’. I’ve been kinda checkin’ for you for a minute, but I didn’t really know how to step to you.”
    I twist my lips. “Uh-huh. Last I checked you were still goo-goo, ga-ga over Miesha.”
    The beginning of the school year all the hot boys were tryna get at Miesha ’cause she was the new chick on the campus. Fresh meat. And Brent was one of the many boys tryna make a move on her. But Antonio snatched her up ’n’ shut all that down real quick.
    â€œNah, nah. She wasn’t checkin’ for me like that. She’s wit’ who she’s supposed to be wit’. So it’s all wavy, baby. We just mad cool.”
    I eye him. “What, so you think I’m gonna be second runner-up to Miesha?”
    â€œNah. It’s not even like that. On some real, I didn’t really think you were beat for me.”
    Ooh, I’m so, so beat for you, boo-daddy! You have no idea.
    I smirk, slinging my massive Michael Kors bag up over my shoulder. “Boy, bye. I’m still not beat for you.”
    He laughs. “Yeah, a’ight. What you doing after school? You wanna chill ’n’ go grab something to eat?”
    I blink twice. “ Chill , like in a date ?”
    â€œNah. Not unless you want it to be.”
    â€œUh-huh. Well, I’ma have’ta pass. My sister’s picking me up after school.” He wants to know what time I’ll be home. I tell him late. He wants to know about tomorrow. I tell him maybe; if I’m feeling generous.
    He laughs. “Oh, word? It’s like that?”
    I grin. “Maybe.”
    I notice this big wide-back chick Samantha in my peripheral vision—elbowing Quanda and pointing over at Brent ’n’ me. Of course I’m not one to entertain dumbness, so I act like I don’t peep it.
    â€œHeeey, Brent, baby,” Sam says all deep ’n’ husky, sounding like she tosses back whiskey ’n’ smokes a pack of Marlboros a day. She’s such a big-hand man-girl. All done up with a buncha clown paint on her face ’n’ drawn-on eyebrows. Where they doin’ that at? Using Magic Marker to draw on eyebrows? Mmph. Only the circus, honey-boo. Only the daggone circus.
    All I can say is, Send in the clowns .
    â€œWhat’s up, Sam?” Brent says to her, thrusting his chin up at her.
    â€œYou, boo. It’s all you.”
    He smiles. Quanda speaks to him. He speaks back. I act like she’s invisible.
    Samantha says, “So whose man you tryna steal now, FeFe?”
    Quanda laughs.
    I cringe. I hate that name FeFe . It sounds so, so nasty. Like feces, or something horny inmates use in prison with Vaseline ’n’ spit to do they nasty business in. Ugh. This beast is really tryna do me. But I’ll never give her the satisfaction of knowing that she gets under my skin calling me that. Oh no, hun. That’s not what a diva does.
    I eye her. She’s in a pair of tight jeans ’n’ a white blouse with a pair of wedge heels on her big feet, looking like the next top flop from off of RuPaul’s Drag Race . But I ain’t one to be messy.
    So my lips are sealed.
    I simply laugh in her face.

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    â€œS o how was school?” my sister Leona asks the minute