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probably did wild and crazy things every day, just for the hell of it. Mercedes could not wait to be with him!
    â€œHello,” Hakeem answered.
    â€œHi, it’s me.”
    â€œMe? Me who?”
    â€œThe girl you gave your phone number to.”
    â€œOh, what’s up, girl?”
    â€œWhat’s up wit’ ’chew?” Mercedes asked, attempting to sound “cool.”
    â€œI thought you was gon’ call later on this week.”
    â€œWell, I surprised you, didn’t I?”
    â€œNo, ’cause I knew you was gon’ call me eventually, and if you didn’t, I was gon’ punch you in your mouth for lyin’ to me.”
    Mercedes heard laughter in the background. She suspected that Hakeem had company over, or a lot of brothers. “That’s why they call you “Punch’?” she quizzed him.
    â€œYou don’t wanna find out why they call me Punch,” he told her.
    Mercedes grinned. Hakeem was tough as nails, and rambunctious. “You got a lot of company over or something?” she asked.
    â€œNaw, my cousin, Lou, lives wit’ me. Him and my brothers are drunk.”
    Mercedes thought they probably got drunk every night and acted like fools, like her father would do whenever his friends came over. That was the only time Mercedes could stand her father. Keith was entertaining when he was drunk.
    â€œHow many brothers you got?” she asked.
    â€œThree. What about you?”
    â€œI got a little sister.”
    â€œSo you’re the oldest, hunh?”
    â€œYeah, but I know you’re not,” she guessed.
    â€œNope, I’m the baby. But I’m still the man, though.”
    â€œWhat do you do to have fun, Hakeem?”
    â€œTalk to pretty girls like you.”
    Mercedes turned giddy as a baby. “I’m serious, Hakeem,” she said with a huge smile.
    â€œI told ’ju already,” he responded. “Sike, girl. You wanna know what I really do to have fun?”
    â€œYeah, Hakeem, tell me.”
    â€œWell, as soon as you come over, you gon’ find out,” he joked.
    Mercedes could see that Hakeem wasn’t for beating around the bush. He was into cutting down trees.
    â€œHow we gon’ do anything when your brothers gon’ be there?” she asked, starting to play it his way.
    â€œOh, they not gon’ be in here. Plus, I got my own room. Two of my brothers stay in the basement.”
    â€œWhat about your parents?”
    â€œMost likely, they gon’ be at work when you come over.”
    Mercedes heard footsteps. “Hakeem, I gotta go. Okay?” she said quickly. She turned the light on and got a tall glass from the cabinet. By the time her father walked into the kitchen, Mercedes had a glass of water in her hand as she squinted her eyes to act as if she had just woken up.
    â€œHey girl, you had to get some water too, hunh?”
    â€œYeah, my throat was dry,” she said in a husky voice, faking sleepiness.
    Hakeem was it! Mercedes would give him his chance and he would give her excitement. She figured it was a fair trade for a relationship. And her body would be her ammunition.
    Hakeem was on the prowl, looking for Mercedes after school that next day.
    â€œYo, Mercedes, come here!” he yelled after waiting on the corner for her. He was standing with his crew again.
    â€œI know what you gon’ say, and I only hung up because my father was comin’.”
    Hakeem walked over to her, smiling with slit eyes. “Well, what’s up? When you gon’ come over to see me?” he asked.
    â€œWhenever you want me to,” Mercedes answered seductively.
    â€œOh, shit! I like that attitude,” Hakeem told her. “I think me and you gon’ do lots of things.” He reached out to hold her hand.
    â€œI hope we will,” Mercedes responded to him with a smile.
    â€œAw’ight then. Call me tonight,” he told her.
    Mercedes headed up her