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    Meesa found Destiny and Daryl on the dance floor slow dancing to Jill Scott. So she tapped Daryl on the back and asked if she could cut in. Daryl turned around grinning, but the smile quickly faded when he saw Meesa and what she had on. He pushed Destiny off of him almost making her fall.
    Disgusted with her, he walked away. Destiny and Meesa stood in shock.
    “What is his problem?” Asked Meesa.
    “Girl, I don't know, he been tripping since we got here. He saw me talking to John from high school, and thought I was flirting with him.”
    “Well, I'm sure as hell not John and for damn sure don't look like no man, so he's tripping.” Meesa jokingly suggested.
    “Let me go and find him, I'll be back.” Replied Destiny.
    Across the floor, Black had saw everything that had went down, and kind of felt sorry for Meesa's partna. He had also seen a couple of dudes try and holla at Meesa. But Meesa turned down each advance. Now Black was starting to get confused, because two out of the three dudes that tried to holla at Meesa were baller's. Maybe the rumors about her weren't true.
    Gwen, Kelly, Nikki, Tamara, and Meesa partied the night away. The night was almost over and nobody had seen Destiny since the incident.
    Each of the girls looked all over for her, no one found her. Walking out the club, they heard people shouting. One of the voices were familiar, it was Destiny's. Meesa and the girls pushed their way past the others and hurried to see what was happening.
    They found Destiny crying and screaming at the top of her lungs at Daryl. Gwen, being the fearless one in the group, quickly asked, “what in the fuck is going on, Dee?”
    Not answering, she just kept on saying, “Daryl I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” Crying and pleading, making a fool out of herself. Standing in shock, Meesa looked at her friend as if through rose colored glasses. This was not the same girl she knew. Who was this imposter, because this was not Destiny Richards?
    Meesa was embarrassed, people had started crowding around looking at the spectacle that was occurring. Nikki finally did what most of them wanted to do, but couldn't do, she grabbed Destiny and tried to calm her down. But Daryl interjected and told her to mind her own business.
    Having enough, Meesa finally asked softly, “Dee what's wrong?” All the while stroking her hand. “What's wrong is your ass, why in the fuck do you got on something that I bought for her ass?”
    “I told you, I let her have the damn dress because she worried sick while I was out with your ass!” Yelled Destiny. “Bitch, I'll slap the shit out you, don't you ever talk shit back to me. You ain't nothing but a inconsiderate bitch! I already told you, I didn't want you hanging around these scandalous ass bitches! They don't care shit about you!” Daryl demanded.
    “Now look, hold on Daryl, all that shit ain't even called for!” Meesa shouted back.
    “Bitch, you need to stay the fuck out of our business and get some of your own!”
    “Who in the fuck are you calling a bitch?” Asked Gwen.
    “Stop, ya'll stop it, ya'll only going to make things worse!” Hollered Destiny.
    “Fuck him girl, he sitting up here disrespecting you and us!” Said Nikki.
    “Fuck this shit, come on Destiny we can finish this shit at home!” Daryl demanded, yanking her arm. Not knowing if she should choose her friends or Daryl, Destiny stood still, and too long for Daryl because, before they knew it, he punched her dead in her face.
    Everybody in the crowd gasped, niggas and bitches. Destiny just cried even harder and held her eye. It wasn't the dress Daryl was mad about, it was the fact that Meesa didn't want him. She saw in him what no one else could, and he hated the fact she didn't want him. Taking off her shoes, Gwen got ready to go heads up with Daryl. Gwen had fought plenty of dudes growing up, so a nigga didn't scare her.
    Holding her back, Meesa just wanted the whole horrible scene to be over.
    “Daryl.” She said