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he doesn’t like this, then oh well. That’s what you get when you visit your angry girlfriend unannounced.
    â€œDo you need me to go downstairs with you?” Gia asks. “Because I will, you know, especially if you think you might need to escape.”
    â€œNo, I’m good. I do need to talk to him. I wasn’t really ready yet, but since he’s here, I might as well.”
    I leave our room, and take the stairs instead of the slow elevator. We’re only on the second floor, and waiting for the elevator takes an eternity.
    Before he sees me, I spy Sam standing in our lounge next to the door. Dang! Why does he have to look good? I needed to see him looking all scrubbed out, so that I wouldn’t want to hug him on sight.
    He’s got a fresh haircut—his signature low fade, and some new prescription glasses. Are those Prada frames? He must be doing all right up in the NYC. His clothes are on point too. Solid dark red button-down, half tucked, half out, and fitted jeans—not a sag in sight. I see every chick in sight staring him down, probably wondering who he’s here to see. He’s not giving them any play. I don’t even see him make eye contact with anyone.
    He better not.
    Suddenly, I feel bad that I look a hot booty mess. I spin on one heel to go back into the staircase. I can’t let him see me like this!
    â€œSunday,” he calls just as I’m about to make a clean getaway.
    I stop in my tracks and hear his footsteps behind me as he walks up. “You change your mind about seeing me?” he asks as he spins me around and pulls me into a hug.
    I hug him back. Dang me! The plan was to act hard, but hugging someone tight is soooo the opposite of that. Total fail on my part. I get negative points for my hardness factor.
    â€œI look crazy,” I finally say after we’re done hugging, but Sam still holds me in his arms. “Let me go upstairs and change.”
    â€œNope. You look awesome. Let’s go get something to eat!”
    He leans his head in to kiss me, but I turn away. I just got a mental picture of him tongue twisted with someone else, and it wrecked my flow.
    â€œYou don’t want to kiss me?” he asks.
    â€œNope. You already got some lip gloss on you.”
    Sam reaches up and touches his face. “I do? Where? I thought I got that off!”
    He bursts into giggles as I give him a light jab and pull out of his embrace. “Very funny, Sam.”
    â€œOkay, okay. I understand. Don’t kiss me, right now. You don’t have to. But can we go to our spot? I came all the way down here to get some Busy Bee fried chicken. Let’s go!”
    I put my hands on my hips and poke out my lips. “Seriously? You flew down here to get some fried chicken?”
    â€œWell, I was telling everybody that I was coming to see my girlfriend, my boo, the one I’ve been missing like crazy, but she just dissed me hard. She ain’t even comb her hair when she came downstairs, and she would not let me kiss those pretty lips.... So since she ain’t missing me back, I want some chicken!”
    Dang him! If I could wipe this stupid smile off my face I would!
    Instead I shrug. “Okay then. Chicken it is. You driving?”
    I hike up my sweatpants and sashay past Sam to the door of our residence hall. Since I’m in so-called diss mode and all that, we can just go get our grub on. He can just keep his tainted lips to himself and buy me some chicken.
    â€œYou’re treating too, right?” I ask.
    Sam bursts into laughter as I stand next to the door. “You’re waiting for me to open the door aren’t you? You diss me and then you want me to be a gentleman?”
    â€œYeah? And?”
    Sam smiles, and dutifully opens the door for me. “I guess I deserve this.”
    â€œYep, you kinda do.”
    Before Sam got here, I didn’t really know if we could get past his stupidity with the girl. But now