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pulling off.
                  “Calm down Sasha. You already know how Brielle is. She’s always throwin’ herself at Mal.”
                  I shook my head defiantly. “Of course you’re gonna say that Jordan. That nigga ain’t all innocent and shit. He’s makin’ that bitch think she’s important or something, but that’s cool.”
                  We kept going back and forth about it until we pulled up to my Aunt’s crib. Jordan stared at me.
                  “What?” I asked.
                  “Don’t do nothing stupid. I know you.”
                  “Worry ‘bout your own lame ass relationship and let me do me.” I wasn’t really mad at her, but she was the only one I could lash out at.
                  Kamal wasn’t answering his phone, but the plan was for me to pop up on his ass. All I needed was for Jordan to get out of my face.
                  “You know what. Fuck it. Ruin your relationship by yourself.” She walked off, got into her car and sped off.
                  ‘Fuck her,’ I thought as I headed to Kamal’s.
    *  *  *
                 
                  “Hey Ms. Montgomery. Is Kamal here?” I asked his mother, although I saw his Honda Accord in the driveway.
                  “Yes, come in,” she smiled pleasantly at me.
                  I stepped inside and stood there as she went off to get her son.
                  She was old fashioned and didn’t allow us to go into his bedroom, or anything. At times I longed for her to be my mother. Usually she was nurturing to me, but it seemed as if he had told her something. Was she being loyal to him? Yeah, probably so. By the way, he was her son.
                  Kamal appeared and I was immediately heated all over again. I’d held it in because of his mom and his siblings, but when I looked at him my blood boiled.
                  “Can we talk…outside?” I asked not wanting anybody else in our business.
                  He gave me a look, but he couldn’t read me that time. Our bond had been broken and I wasn’t letting him in.
                  Once we were outside and the door was closed I tore into his ass. “Nigga, fuck you! I got into a fight with Brielle at the movies. You fuckin’ her?”
                  He really looked shocked and taken aback by what I’d just accused him of. “What the…Bri who?”
                  “Nigga, you know who I’m talkin’ ‘bout. Big booty Brielle who is always up in your face! Don’t act like you don’t know who the fuck I’m talkin’ about!” I narrowed my eyes at him.
                  “Oh…her? Baby, c’mon. You already know…”
                  “I’on know shit. Prove it. If you don’t want her then you gon’ tell that hoe in front of everybody Monday at school.”
                  I could literally hear him gulp.
                  “It don’t have to come to that.” He looked up at me. “Why can’t you just trust me?”
                  “Cause I’on trust nobody!” I snapped. “People go away. I’m used to that shit.”
                  His hands were on my face and my eyes burned. Damnit I needed him, but what if he was going to go away too. My parents had been taken away. Maybe knowing me was a curse and it was best for me to disassociate myself from those I loved. What if those that I held close to me were destined to be taken away. That thought alone made me want to just give up on love. Not only the love for a man, but love period.
                  “Not me. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” He cupped my chin in his hand, but I moved away.
                  “Did you fuck her?” My eyes met his.
                  “No,” he