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examining my face as well.
    â€œYou a’ight?” he asked sincerely.
    â€œYeah, I’m fine. Where we headed?” I quickly changed the subject, eager to put the whole thing behind me.
    â€œWherever you want to go, sweetheart. You missed me?” Duke asked while rubbing my inner thigh. I smiled and nodded. He looked so damn good driving his Lex with the Clipse banging in the background.
    â€œThose niggas couldn’t have said it any better. Virginia’s for hustlers.” He quoted the infamous words of the Clipse.
    I wondered how the fuck would he know. He’d been living off his uncle since I’d known him. I questioned him to see if things had changed.
    â€œHow would you know, Duke? You ain’t never sold shit.”
    â€œYeah, that’s what you and the rest of these niggas out here think. But that’s cool. I like it like that. It keeps my name clear. I ain’t gotta prove shit to nobody, ma.”
    I could tell he was getting offended, so I switched things up to turn the conversation around.
    â€œYou got something to prove to me,” I said while untying his du-rag so that I could play in his cornrows.
    â€œOh yeah? And what’s that?”
    â€œThat you can’t be whipped.”
    He thought that statement was very funny. “You got a long way to go, young buck. You can’t even say the word whipped until you start fucking for real.”
    He was right. I couldn’t get him whipped just yet, because I just got started, but little did he know it wouldn’t be long. I felt like I was a natural. My body moved without hesitation. Once I got to the point that I could stand the pain, I was going to be a beast in bed, and Duke would be the first to know.

CHAPTER 10
    MY BABY DADDY
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    â€œShit!” I yelled as I checked the pregnancy test. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I knew that having unprotected sex could result in an unwanted pregnancy, but I guess I just never thought it could happen to someone like me.
    It had been days since the fight with BJ, but the stab wounds I received while fighting with her still hadn’t quite healed. The streaking pain I felt with each motion was a constant reminder of the revenge I owed her. I hadn’t come up with the perfect plan, but I was definitely going to get her back. Now that I realized she could’ve made me lose my unborn child, I was furious.
    The only real thing that was keeping me off BJ’s ass was her cousin. If I didn’t love Ray-Ray so much, I would have sent bitches to her house that same day. But mark my word—her day would come. Even if it took me months to get her, I knew my revenge on BJ was coming. At the moment, I had more important things to worry about, like the fact that my period hadn’t come in a month, and that I was sitting staring at a colored cotton tip of an exposed pregnancy test.
    I was in a sad state of denial, so I reached under the bathroom counter to retrieve the extra test I’d purchased. I slowly removed the wrapper and sat on the toilet, placing the open end of the test-tube under the flow of my urine. Once it was soaked, I replaced the cap.
    Now the waiting game, I thought as I set the test on the bathroom counter and went to watch a little TV. I hoped Dave Chappelle’s antics would make the time pass, but my stomach ached with fear as I waited the minutes that seemed to take hours. I reflected on the first test and thought that perhaps there had been a defect in it. After all, most of those over-the-counter pregnancy tests were only ninety-nine percent positive.
    Two commercials later, the time was up, and I hesitantly returned to the bathroom. I almost hit the floor when I saw that plus sign in bright pink.
    Oh, shit, then it must be true. I’m pregnant! I nearly broke my neck as I rushed through the house, jumping over chairs and running up the stairs to get my phone to call Ray-Ray.
    â€œHappy birthday, baby!”