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it,” I say, glancing at my watch.
    Jordan reaches over and grabs my hand. “Maybe she’s just jealous of you.”
    I groan. “I don’t know what that girl’s problem is. She has no reason to be jealous of me . She’s really pretty. And has a really nice shape. And a lot of the guys who come in to order seem to always either know her or want to get to know her. So I don’t think it’s that. All I know is, I try to be nice to her, most times. But, she’s always so nasty. So now I try to avoid having any interaction with her as much as I can help it.”
    Hope gives me a pitiful look. “Well I don’t know why you’re working there anyway. Being around those bad elements isn’t good for you. All those low-budget hood roaches.” She shakes, feigning a chill. “What if you catch something from one of them, then what? You’ll have to be quarantined for the whole summer.”
    I roll my eyes. “Ohmygod, Hope! Stop!”
    She shrugs. “You never know.”
    Jordan says, “Anyway, you be careful. That ghetto girl sounds like major trouble.” She reaches for her buzzing phone. She raises her brows and huffs when she sees who’s calling her. “She sounds like she’s cuckoo-crazy.”
    â€œO-M-G!” Hope exclaims, looking from Jordan to me. “You think she might be dangerous? You know them ghetto girls are always getting arrested for fighting and stabbing each other.” Her brown eyes widen with alarm.
    I smirk. Hope can be so over-the-top with her theatrics. She’s more melodramatic than Jordan. “I seriously doubt she’s dangerous,” I protest. “Or that kind of crazy. I just think she’s an angry girl.”
    Hope purses her lips. “Well, angry or not. I think you should report her to management the next time she says something to you. And get yourself a security team and a can of Mace in case she calls for backup from her ghetto friends.”
    I shake my head. “Let’s hope it never has to come to that.”

4
    â€œS o how was your day with the girls?” my mom wants to know, leaning up against the doorframe of my bedroom. She watches me as I remove my purchases from Forever 21 and Uniqlo from the shopping bags and hang them in my closet.
    It’s a little after seven o’clock in the evening.
    â€œIt was okay.”
    â€œI see you bought some really cute things,” she says, eying my purchases. “How much did you spend?”
    I shrug. Tell her not much, like three hundred dollars. She asks for her Amex card back. I walk over to my bag and pull it from my wallet, handing it to her.
    â€œNow that summer is here, you should probably go through some of the clothes and shoes you haven’t worn in a while and put them in a pile so that I can take them down to the Salvation Army, along with some of all your brothers’ things.”
    â€œI will. I need to make room for all of the new stuff I’ll be getting over the next few weeks anyway. Daddy promised me a shopping spree if I got all A’s on my finals.”
    She chuckles. “Your father knew that wouldn’t be a challenge for you. He was going to buy you whatever you wanted, regardless.”
    I stick my head out from my closet and smile. “Yeah, I know. You, too.”
    â€œShameful, I’ll admit. We’ve spoiled you rotten,” she says playfully. She steps into my room. “You’re our only daughter. You’ve never given us any problems, so of course we’ll give you whatever you want.” I grin, stepping out of my closet. “Within reason,” she quickly adds.
    â€œWell, just be grateful I’m not like Jordan and Hope, who want S-series Benzes and expensive trinkets from Tiffany and Company.”
    She chuckles. “Yeah, I guess you’ve got a point. Those two are going to run their parents crazy.”
    I laugh.
    â€œYour father wants you