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for a moment, making me feel a bit uncomfortable. The man was sexy, I admit, but from Jade’s mouth, he was fucked up and can be a jerk sometimes.
    The roaring and thunderous sound of 50 Cent’s hit song, “In da Club,” boomed throughout the club and made it difficult to speak. Revelers jumped up and bopped around the dimly lit space, and it got so crazy that people started bumping into each other. This one fool who wasn’t watching where he was going bumped into me and almost spilled his drink on me.
    â€œExcuse me!” I shouted over the music.
    This fool turned around and looked at me like I’d done something wrong. I glared at him. He smiled.
    James sternly intervened. “Yo, apologize, nigga!” He glared at the man.
    â€œMy bad, ma,” the man apologized, intimidated by James. And then he got lost in the crowd.
    I turned to James and said, “Thank you.”
    â€œI got you, Shy,” he said.
    I took a sip from my drink and peered around the club while James stood next to me. I wondered what the fuck was he still around for?
    Jade came up to us and gave her man a kiss. Jade got herself another drink, which James paid for, and she started chatting with me. But I couldn’t really hear shit, so I told her to walk with me to the bathroom.
    When we walked in the bathroom, I asked her, “Um . . . what happened wit’ y’all two?”
    â€œNuthin’. He said what he had to say, and I listened . . . ,” she explained.
    â€œAnd that thing with Tasha?”
    â€œIll. I thought about it, I know James’s taste in women, and Tasha ain’t his type.”
    â€œSo you just gonna let it be, and that’s it?” I asked, somewhat bewildered by her nonchalant attitude.
    â€œShy, really . . . I ain’t come here to discuss my relationship wit’ James. He ain’t perfect, and neither is your man, so let’s drop it, okay,” she said with a slight attitude in her voice.
    I looked at her, like
What?
But before I could even utter another word, a bunch of ladies rushed into the bathroom, yelling, “They fightin’. They fightin’!”
    Jade and I looked at each other, and I guess we both were thinking the same thing: James and Roscoe. We maneuvered through the thick sea of women that had taken safety in the bathroom and ran out into the club to see a brawl of men fighting in the middle of the dance floor. The lights were on, and it looked like chaos.
    I looked around for Roscoe, and of course, he was in the middle of it, swinging a chair at someone’s head. And James was pouncing on two guys.
    I ran up to Roscoe, grabbed him by his arm, and shouted, “Baby, c’mon! Let’s go!”
    I looked down at the victim he was pouncing on, and it was that same fool that bumped into me earlier. His face was a bloody mess.
    Roscoe looked at me, his face twisted with rage, and he grabbed me by my arm and ran with me out of the club. I turned around to look for Jade, but she was nowhere in sight.
    We exited the club, and it was the same outside, niggas were wilding. I didn’t even know what set this shit off, but I heard police sirens in the distance, and I damn sure didn’t want me and my man getting caught up in the middle of this.
    We both jumped into the Escalade and Roscoe peeled off around the corner. He drove fast down the backstreets; I know he wasn’t trying to get pulled over by the police, because he had a loaded nine-millimeter under the driver’s seat.
    A few blocks on, and Roscoe finally slowed down. We came at a red light, and I looked at him. I took a deep breath and asked, “Baby, what happened?”
    I noticed that he had blood on his hand as he gripped the steering wheel. “You hurt?”
    â€œNah, I’m good,” he calmly replied. He still stared out the windshield.
    I took his hand to inspect it, but he pulled it back from me. “I said I’m