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said, but I couldn’t tell if he was telling the truth. I just didn’t believe him.
                  I ran off in a haste and was met with the pellets of a hard, spring rain. Damn, I didn’t want to fuck my hair up.
                  “Sasha!” Kamal yelled behind me.
                  When I turned around he was heading toward me with an umbrella in his hand. He caught up with me and held it over my head while I was in stride.
                  “Slow down.”
                  I did.
                  “I’on want her ma. I only want you. I ain’t never touched that girl. I’on know what the fuck she tryna prove, but I love you Sasha. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. Please…believe me.”
                  I stood under the shelter he’d provided for me with no reservations. It was obvious that Kamal loved me, but for some reason that hoe Brielle didn’t like that shit.
                  “Well, shut that bitch down then nigga. Either that, or I’m gone. You will not make me look like your fool.” I was going through enough and there was no way that I was going to prove to everyone around me that I was a failure at keeping my relationship together.
                  My father was going to prison and my mother had been murdered, but that didn’t mean that my future was doomed too. I had to prove that I wasn’t a statistic. My high school sweet heart was supposed to marry me and I was destined to have my happily ever after.
                  “Okay, whatever you want.” With his free arm he pulled me close and kissed me tenderly.
    *  *  *
                  That Monday in school during lunch Kamal made it his business to do what I had asked. I guess he wasn’t trying to lose me.
                  “Babe, c’mon,” he looked at me and grabbed my hand.
                  Brielle was sitting at a table not too far from ours with her hoe clique.
                  “Yo’, Brielle. What the fuck was that shit ma? You know I’on fuck wit’ you. I never have. You keep throwin’ it at me, but I’m good. You already know who my girl is and you know who my wife gon’ be.”
                  He pulled me even closer to him when he said that.
                  I looked at her. “Hell yeah bitch! What now?”
                  Grabbing her by the throat, I used my eyes to drive my point.
                  Kamal’s hand was on my shoulder. “Let her go baby. She ain’t worth it. I told you I ain’t never touched her. Graduation is only a few weeks away. Don’t fuck it up.”
                  Walking across that stage in my graduation gown was all I wanted. Shit, I was sick of high school and despite my irrational temper, I really wanted to make something of myself. Kamal was my voice of reason and he kept me in line. I loved that about him.
                  Letting the bitch go, I added for emphasis, “Cross me again and you gon’ feel it for real bitch.”
                  “Fuck you,” she spat trying to play hard around her friends.
                  I knew better. My eyes drifted to Amika who was staring me down. “What the fuck you lookin’ at? I’ll make you choke on those bucked teeth bitch!”             
                  Everybody in earshot bursted into a fit of laughter.
    “C’mon babe, let’s go.” Kamal grabbed my arm and attempted to pull me.
                  Against my will, I allowed him to guide me to our table. My girls were sitting there with their eyes glued to us.
                  “I thought you was gonna whoop that hoe’s ass again,” Jordan laughed.
                  Nadia glanced over at me. “I need you to stay outta trouble for the next few weeks boo.” Her eyes