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time. So as bad as Lucky wanted to step to her, he knew she was exactly the kind of girl a guy like him was better off leaving alone.

Chapter Six
    â€œI ain’t ’bout to trip over no bitch and be chasing bitches down and shit,” Lucky told himself as he watched the mysterious girl and her friend walk away. They looked over their shoulder at him every now and then and giggled.
    As the distance grew between them, Lucky still couldn’t help contemplating whether to go and try to get her number. He had a couple options. He could either go back inside the clinic, wait for Major Pain, and end up meeting some hood rat who would give him a real reason to have his ass up in the clinic. He could go back inside the clinic and have visions of that chick in his mind, fucking with his attention span and day-to-day activities. Or he could just go see what was up with her and be done with it.
    Figuring it was gon’ be what it was gon’ be, Lucky headed in the direction of the girls. Once he saw them clear the corner and they were no longer in sight, he started a light jog until he was only a few feet behind them. He watched as they approached the bus stop and sat down on the bench.
    â€œI never pegged you as the type who would be riding the bus,” Lucky said to the girl who had caught his eye. “You look all sweet and spoiled; like a daddy’s girl or something.” Lucky chuckled. “I’m surprised your daddy ain’t got you riding around here in a hot ride he got you for your sweet sixteen, graduation, or something.”
    â€œDude really?” the more talkative girl said to Lucky. “We black and we live in the hood. What’s the odds of either one of us having a daddy?”
    â€œLook, does your girl talk or do you just like to talk? Because you’re the only voice I keep hearing, yet it’s not the voice I’m trying to hear. No offense.”
    â€œWell, damn, Dirty Dick. I guess you told me,” she said, bobbing her head.
    â€œAnd my name is not Dirty Dick. It’s Lucky. And for your information, I’m not at the clinic for myself. I’m there with a friend.”
    â€œYeah, tell us anything.” She rolled her eyes.
    Finally, her friend spoke. “He was sitting in the lobby, Shawn.”
    The two girls looked at each other. Their expressions gave off a look that perhaps they believed Lucky was telling the truth.
    â€œLucky, huh.” The girl he’d been chasing after spoke again. “I’m Secret, Secret Miller.” She extended her hand.
    She was like a princess. Lucky didn’t know whether to shake her hand, kiss her hand, or ask for it in marriage. “Pleased to meet you, Secret.” He opted to shake her hand. He didn’t want to look corny as hell with his other options. He then looked at her friend. “And I know you ain’t a secret. You talk too damn much.” Before anybody could get an attitude, Lucky started laughing while extending his hand to the girl. “Naw, you know I’m just kidding . . . Shawn?” At least Lucky thought that’s what Secret had just called her.
    â€œMy friends call me Shawn.” She held out her hand and shook Lucky’s. “So you can call me by my name, Shawndiece.”
    â€œOh, okay. So it’s like that, Shawndiece?” Lucky exaggerated her name.
    â€œYep, that is until I figure out if you really are lucky, or just bad news like most of the cats around here. Niggas don’t seem to want to do nothing with they life but ball or get bitches. Well, I ain’t having that for my girl Secret.”
    Her words shook Lucky for a minute, as Shawndiece had basically just described Lucky to a tee.
    â€œYou’ll have to excuse her,” Secret jumped in, cutting Shawndiece off. “My girl here is kind of like Bambi from Basketball Wives LA . She looks out for her friends for real-for real.”
    Lucky nodded. “I can respect that.