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patiently. “You need to just chill the fuck out. If me having on this dress is causing all of this commotion, then I will give Destiny the dress back tomorrow.”
    “You think I want you to give her that dress back, bitch please, she shouldn't have given it to you in the first place.” Fed up, Meesa went to say she wasn't going to be anymore of his bitches, but she was cut off by the sound of Black's voice coming through the crowd of spectators.
    “Aye man, you need to chill out and go on home. You drunk man and you don't know what you're saying right now, so chill out and go on home.” Black said, meaning every word.
    “Who in the fuck are you, nigga.” Daryl stepped up.
    “I'm Black. I mean if you want a formal meeting, we can make that possible.” Black pulled up his shirt to reveal his pistol. Daryl looked Black up and down and stepped back since he wasn't strapped.
    “Fuck you nigga and that bitch. This shit ain't over nigga.” Yelled Daryl walking away.
    “Daryl.” Yelled Destiny. She wanted him to come back. The crowd started to disperse since the scene was over.
    Tamara was trying to calm Destiny down while Gwen put back on her heels.
    “Are you going to be okay Dee, because I got to go pick up Jaden Jr. from my momma's house.” Kelly asked.
    “Yeah, I'll be fine.” Destiny answered, sounding sickly. Kelly left and the rest of the girls stayed and tried to console Destiny.
    The punch that Daryl gave her to her eye was already starting to swell. The beautiful Tyra Banks look alike looked like she had stared in Rocky 3.
    Meesa began to cry too feeling sorry for her friend.
    “I'm so sorry Dee.” She said.
    “Don't be Mee Mee, I'll be okay.”
    “Thanks ya'll, but I need to get out of here.” Destiny said anxiously. She walked away hurriedly, not giving them a chance to say goodbye. Nikki shook her head, saddened by her friend and hugged the girls goodbye.
    Black was still at the scene sitting in his Escalade. Gwen and Meesa were walking to Gwen's gray Maxima, when Black jumped out of his truck and approached Meesa.
    “Ay ya, Shorty, come here?” Meesa turned and found Black standing like the hero he was.
    “I'll be right back Gwen.”
    “Hurry up, I'm ready to go.” She replied, aggravated still. Approaching Black nothing ran through her body like usual. Meesa was still in a fog over the night's event.
    “You alright.” Black asked sincerely.
    “Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just worried about Destiny.”
    “Are you about to go home?”
    “Yes”.
    “Well uh, if you want, I'll give you a ride?”
    “Aight, I'll be right back. Let me go and tell my friend that I'm going to ride with you.” She put pep in her step and told Gwen she found another way home.
    Black still didn't open the car door for her, but for once she didn't care, she had other things on her mind. Black popped in an old Jodeci CD. They both sat in silence and vibed off the slow music. Half way through the ride, Meesa finally turned and faced Black.
    Remembering what happened the last time she was in his car, she tried to look into his soul, wondering why he thought what he thought about her. Black knew what she was thinking even without her voicing it. So, he turned to her and smiled, looking serious at the same time. A smiled crossed Meesa's face, she hated the effect he had on her. The littlest thing he did made her happy. She just hated he didn't feel her the same way. Remembering Destiny, her face reentered Meesa's mind. She let out a desperate sigh.
    How could things have been so fucked up for her? Meesa didn't like Daryl from the moment they met, not really knowing why. But tonight, she sure figured out why. The nigga was loony as hell. Looking down at the infamous dress, she still was in shock.
    “All of this over you.” She said aloud.
    “What did you say?” Black asked.
    “I just can't believe Daryl dogged my girl like that in front everybody over a dress.”
    “Man, I don't know what to say about that dude.”