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    Hakeem turned to go with his friends.
    â€œYo, Punch, she sounds like she on you, like a champ,” his cousin Lou said.
    â€œYeah, I know. I like her too though, now. At first, I just wanted some ass. But now, I think she’s aw’ight. She’s thorough as shit, Lou.”
    â€œYeah, cuz’, she’s real pretty,” one of his friends commented with a nod.
    â€œYeah, I know she is,” Hakeem told him, grinning with confidence. “I’ma make her my girl, cuz’. Straight up.”

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    Aaron was the most popular boy in fifth grade. He continued to make noises in class, play ball outside of class, and get into mischief after school. He was still the fastest, and all the teachers knew him by first and last name—Aaron Barnes. The girls grew from hating him to adoring him.
    Aaron stood up to the older guys and protected his ground inside the schoolyard. He was silly, yet he had a maturity about him that no other boy in his grade possessed. And whenever he was calm and laid back, it caused confusion for the girls, who would swear they knew his every move.
    Aaron didn’t show any interest in girls, though. Girls were “stupid.” They were too talkative and petty, complaining all the time. They preferred to sit on benches and get in his way, which always pissed him off.
    The girls still liked him no matter what Aaron did. If one of them had Aaron’s heart, they could brag about it and quickly become the envy of all the other girls in the fifth grade. No one could fill a classroom with laughter like he did. He was their hero, with big bright eyes, chestnut-colored skin and wild, curly hair.
    Tracy shoved her girlfriend, Celena, during recess. “Go ahead and talk to him,” she said.
    Celena resisted. “No, girl. I’m scared.”
    They were all getting bigger, but they had maintained their same bench inside the schoolyard since first grade.
    â€œIf you like him so much, what are you scared for?” Tracy asked her tall and lanky girlfriend.
    â€œBecause. What if he don’t like me?” Celena responded.
    â€œThen he just doesn’t like you then.”
    â€œWell, you go talk to him.”
    â€œI don’t like him. Y’all the ones all after him.”
    â€œHow come you don’t like him, Tracy?” Judy asked her.
    â€œI don’t know. I just don’t,” Tracy said.
    â€œYou don’t think he’s cute?” Celena asked.
    â€œYeah, he’s cute,” Tracy answered. “But so what?”
    â€œSo you should want to make him your boyfriend. That’s what,” Judy said.
    â€œWhy? Celena’s the one that likes him, not me.”
    â€œBut you’re prettier than me, Tracy. He might like you,” Celena argued.
    Tracy sucked her teeth. “Aw, you’re just scared of him. I should go tell him that you like him.”
    â€œNo, don’t do that, Tracy,” Celena said, nervously.
    They watched Aaron running around at recess, avoiding all the other boys. They all seemed too slow to tag Aaron. He moved quickly and accurately, like Tony Dorsett of the Dallas Cowboys.
    â€œSee, he’s better than all of them,” Celena bragged.
    Tracy nudged her toward the field.
    â€œGo talk to him, then.”
    â€œNo, because he’ll think that I like him.”
    â€œBut you do like him.”
    â€œYeah, but you can’t let boys know,” Celena said, matter-of-factly.
    â€œWhy not?” Tracy demanded.
    â€œBecause, if they know you like them, then they gon’ try to talk to you,” Pam spoke up.
    Tracy threw her hands on her hips. “Well, ain’t that what you want them to do?” she asked.
    â€œYeah, but you don’t want them to chase after you,” Celena told her.
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œBecause, girl, then they stop bein’ fun if they’re spendin’ all their time chasin’ you,” Judy said.
    â€œOh.