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year.”
    He chuckles. “And how them lil honeys lookin’?”
    â€œMan, slim pickin’s so far. But a lil thing-thing did catch my eye. Man, she’s stacked in the back real right.” He laughs. Tells me to make sure I keep it strapped up. Reminds me that he’s not beat for grandkids. “Don’t worry, Pops. I keeps it wrapped. You already know.”
    â€œYeah, I know how it is. But some’a them fast-behind girls out there will try’ta trap you if you don’t keep your mind right.”
    â€œI got you, Pops. I’m definitely not tryna have kids, man. I’m still tryna have fun.”
    â€œYeah, well, you just make sure you keep all that fun of yours in a condom.”
    I shake my head. Pops be buggin’ hard ’bout me gettin’ some chick knocked. He should know that ain’t how I get down. No matter how many times I tell ’im I’ve never even had sex wit’ out a condom, he still ain’t tryna hear it. “By the way,” he continues as I head toward Shania’s crib. “You not still messin’ wit’ that lil loudmouthed hoodrat, are you?” He’s talkin’ ’bout Quanda. “I don’t want her up in that house, you hear me?”
    â€œI got you, Pops. Nah. I deaded that a minute ago. I thought I told you. But, man, she’s still sweatin’ the kid, hard, yo. She was all up in school today startin’, then was out sittin’ on the hood of my whip waitin’ for me this afternoon.”
    I can almost see him shakin’ his head at me, lookin’ at me like I’m mad stupid for not listenin’ to ’im in the first place. But Pops ain’t gonna ever say it, even if he is thinkin’ it. “You just make sure you don’t let her up in that house,” he warns. “I don’t wanna repeat of what happened last summer. You hear me?”
    â€œI got you, Pops,” I say, pullin’ up to Shania’s. She’s out on her porch wit’ her thick, chocolate hips stuffed in a pair of skimpy lil short-shorts. She’s rockin’ this low-cut tee that has her boobs practically bustin’ out. She grins, eyein’ me as I hop outta my whip. Pops and I kick it for a few extra seconds, then I tell ’im I gotta bounce.
    â€œYo, wassup, cutie?” I say, walkin’ up on the porch.
    She stands up. And the way she’s lookin’ me up ’n’ down lets me know what’s really poppin’. She’s ready to get that back cracked. “What you think’s up, boy?” she replies, grabbin’ me by the hand, then pullin’ me toward the door. She tells me her moms won’t be home ’til after ten and her sister’s at work so she has the spot all to herself. “So you know what that means, right?”
    I smirk, followin’ her into her bedroom. “Nah. What it mean, yo?”
    She shuts her door, pulls her shirt off, then walks up on me. “It means you got work to do. And I hope you ready to deliver.”
    â€œYo, I stay ready,” I say, pullin’ her into my arms.

8
    Miesha
    A s horrible as yesterday was being at this dumb school, I only hoped today wouldn’t be as miserable. But, considering how the morning popped off, I was doubtful the rest of the day, let alone the rest of the week, would be any better. Last night, when Mariah and I returned from the mall, my mom came into my room, trying to convince me to be more open to “having a fresh, new start,” as she called it. And yeah, I rolled my eyes at her. Because the only thing I wanted to know was who was this fresh, new start really for?
    â€œFor both of us,” she had the nerve to say, sitting at the foot of my bed.
    â€œNo,” I huffed. “This is what’s best for you, definitely not me. Not once did you ask me what I wanted. And yeah...I know you’re the parent. But this is my life, too, and I shoulda