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It’s probably for the best. How can I get out of here now? Let me call Mickey. But before I can dial her number, the commotion outside gets louder. I have to see what’s going on.
    â€œWhat are y’all doing here together?” Tasha says to a stunned Nigel and Mickey, who are walking up the front porch as we are all headed out. Aw, hell, no. It’s about to be on, and I still have oil on my hands. I can’t get my earrings off like this. I need to think fast. I don’t feel like being in a fight with these tipsy broads right now. It wouldn’t be fair. And if I ever do whip Trish’s ass, I want her to know it was an even win.
    â€œMickey, girl, thank you for picking me up,” I say, even though Mickey looks like she’s ready to throw down. Nigel’s got my girl sprung. I know her man’s getting suspicious. “They need to get started on the session. You’re just in time,” I say, passing up Rah, Trish and Tasha to grab Mickey’s arm and head back down the driveway. “Rah, I’ll get my twenty dollars next time. Peace, Nigel,” I say, leading us toward the car. Everyone’s shell-shocked at how I’m handling the tense situation. But I just don’t have time for all this. I’d rather be at home getting some work done if the session’s not going to be productive. And Mickey’s the one who’ll have to get me there.
    â€œJayd, what are you doing?” Mickey whispers, walking quickly beside me toward the pink Regal parked next to the curb. “We can take those skanks.”
    â€œThat’s not the point,” I say, opening the passenger’s door and getting in. “This isn’t our battle.” I look over my shoulder at the scene through her tinted windows. Everyone’s going back inside except for Rah, who turns around and catches my eye. As we pull off, he mouths “call me” and looks regretful as he turns around to go back inside and deal with his drama.
    â€œWhat the hell are you talking about?” Mickey says, instinctively turning her car toward Compton. Noticing her arm glistening, she takes a napkin out of her armrest to wipe it off. “And what’s that on your hands?”
    â€œCoconut oil. I’m sorry I got it on your arm, but you can rub it in like lotion. It won’t hurt you,” I say, laughing at her silly self.
    â€œI already have some on, and it’s making my skin tingle,” she says, now looking for another napkin in her pink fur-covered glove compartment. Her man had her classic Regal hooked up earlier this year for her sixteenth birthday. “I won’t ask what you and Rah were using it for,” she says, taking the crumpled napkins and frantically wiping her skin.
    â€œShut up. I have a man and a date tomorrow. I’m not trying to get too caught up with Rah, unlike you and Nigel, who don’t seem to care that you each have significant others.”
    â€œWell, I think you need to think more about that plan,” Mickey says, completely ignoring my moral warning. “Rah seems to really dig you, Jayd. And he’s much finer than Jeremy.”
    â€œGirl, can you please just take me back to my mom’s and stop trying to lure me over to the dark side?” Where’s Nellie’s uptight ass when I need her? “I need to study,” I say, choosing to ignore the phone calls and text messages coming in from Rah. Mickey’s phone is ringing, too. I guess the chicken heads have now left the building and it’s safe to return. But this little queen’s done for the night. I want info from Jeremy, and I need rest to be as sweet as it’s going to require for me to get it.
    â€œWhat? You don’t want to go back?” she says, immediately turning the car back around.
    â€œNo. I have a lot of work to do, and I’m tired from working all day. Besides, what’s to stop Tasha and Trish from coming back?