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jumpsuit and my black sandals. I know they both won’t be able to take their eyes off of me tonight.
    Luckily, Jeremy needed to get some studying done tonight. He also has to start filling out his college applications. I told him I was going to catch up on my beauty rest after doing my hair. I feel bad leaving out my little trip to Raheem’s. But, some things are best kept secret, ya feel me?

    When Nigel’s green ’64 Impala pulls up in front of my mom’s apartment building, I remember why I like hanging with the brothas from Westingle. He and all of his homies are ballers in one way or another. They’re also very intelligent and athletic, and all on their way to a UC or one of the private universities around here.
    The Westingle brothas also come with their own kind of groupie broads. Also ballers and smarties, but broads just the same. Most of these girls are the ones Nellie wishes she were friends with. They shop only at the Beverly Center or on Melrose, buy top-of-the-line everything, and can afford to change Louis bags like Kimora Lee Simmons. I hope none of these broads are at the studio tonight. I’m just not in the mood for the hating.
    â€œHey, girl. Sorry to keep you waiting,” Nigel says through the window. “The two La Breas always confuse me, especially at night. You know this ain’t my territory,” Nigel says, making it sound like he lives far. As he reaches across the passenger’s seat to open the door, I begin to feel a little guilty. Should I go even though I neglected to inform Jeremy of my plans?
    â€œYou only live fifteen minutes up La Brea, fool,” I say, taking my time getting in the car. People from Windsor Hills act like Inglewood doesn’t exist.
    â€œWell, are you getting in or not? You know session starts promptly at ten, baby girl. Don’t worry, your White boy won’t find us.”
    â€œShut up, Nigel and don’t rush me,” I say, clutching the heavy metal door handle and sliding into the front seat. The matching green leather interior is clean and smooth, just like in Jeremy’s car.
    â€œI’m glad you decided to hang out with your old crew, Miss Lyttle,” Nigel says, taking me back to my BGirl days while giving me a big hug. “For a minute I thought you were trying to hide from a nigga at that White ass school,” he says, turning his radio down. “But, then your girl Mickey told me about your new man and I didn’t want to cause you no trouble and shit. But, damn, Jayd. A White boy? I never pegged you for the type.”
    â€œI know. But, he’s hella cool. I’ll introduce y’all next week.”
    â€œThat’s alright. I’ve heard enough about him. It’s you I’m concerned with,” he says, looking at my hair and gear. “You’re looking good, girl. Raheem’s definitely going to be glad to see you,” he says while pulling away from the curb toward Windsor Hills.
    â€œSo, you called him and told him you located Red October,” I say, trying not to reveal my nervousness. Raheem has always had this affect on me. I remember the first time I saw him at our old school, Family Christian. He was in the eighth grade. I was in the seventh. It was puppy love at first sight. We went together for over two years. Well, he turned into a full grown dog a couple of years later, which is how we ended up where we are now: in unfamiliar territory.
    â€œHey, it wasn’t like that,” Nigel says, reaching over me and into the glove compartment to retrieve his CD case. “Your boy knew you’d been there for a year already and just wanted me to check you out, since we’re schoolmates and all.”
    â€œAnd, why are we schoolmates?” I ask, wanting to know the real reason he transferred to South Bay High.
    â€œHonestly, it’s closer to my mom’s house. And, I wanted to be near her,” he says, sounding like a good son. He and