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My phone buzzed beside me.

I glanced down.

Cornell: Tomorrow night still good?

I smiled.

Nesha’s neck damn near snapped.

“Who is that?”

“Nobody.”

“Bullshit. You smiling.”

“I smile all the time.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Fuck you.”

She snatched for my phone.

I grabbed it first.

“Bitch!”

“Ooooh!” She started laughing. “It’s a nigga!”

“Would you lower your voice?”

Michael appeared out of nowhere.

“Whats a nigga?”

“GO PLAY!”

He took off.

Nesha bent over laughing.

“I hate you.”

“Who is it?”

“Cornell.”

“The respiratory therapist?”

“Yes.”

“Ooooh.”

“Don’t ooh.”

“The tall one?”

“Yes.”