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tight, best friends, damn near sistas, and there wasn’t a damn thing that was gonna break us apart.
    Now James, we’ve been together for years, and I know this nigga better respect what he got at home and recognize, because he’s walking on thin ice with me. Yeah, he got a big dick, and he’s fine as fuck, but a sista can’t take but so much. And for him to be fucking around with Tasha, which is the rumor throughout the projects, makes me look bad.
    Tasha’s a dirty bird-bitch, with no class and no fucking style. She constantly walks around with a scowl on her ugly face, parading around in a dirty blond unkempt weave, thinking she cute. And the brothas be sweating her, because they know she give up easy ass and will suck a nigga’s dick for a dime bag and a bowl of Froot Loops. Yeah, she’s slim, with a little butt, but come on, it’s style, beauty, and grace that counts, and for the brothas that be running up in Tasha, makes me think twice about them. Tasha is like one or two steps from becoming a crackhead and homeless. And if James fucked her, or is fucking her, I swear, that nigga better not bring his dirty dick around meanymore or bring me some nasty disease he got from that dirty bird-bitch!
    I looked over at Camille, and she was preparing for battle. She took off her rings and earrings, and had a multicolored scarf tied around her head.
    â€œJade, c’mon, I don’t want that bitch to leave,” Camille said.
    I threw on a pair of old sweatpants and a blue loose-fitted hoodie. I didn’t have to worry about wrapping up my hair, because I sported auburn twists, and it looks so fucking good on me.
    Soon as I was about ready to head out the door and go fuck this bitch up, the fucking phone rings. Camille told me not to pick it up, but I was expecting a very important phone call.
    â€œHello!” I answered loudly.
    â€œDamn, girl, what’s wrong wit’ you?” Shy asked.
    â€œNuthin’. Me and Camille ’bout ready to fuck this bitch up,” I let her know.
    â€œWho you talkin’ about?” she asked.
    â€œThat dumb dirty bird-bitch, Tasha.”
    â€œY’all fo’ real?”
    â€œYeah. I’m hearin’ about this bitch messin’ wit’ my man, and you know me and James been together fo’ four years now. And I’m hearin’ my name keeps comin’ out of her fuckin’ mouth.”
    â€œI’m comin’, Jade,” Shy said.
    â€œNah, me and Camille got this,” I said to her. I know she was with Roscoe, because all week, she’s been boasting about spending some quality time with him and how he was taking her shopping today. “Stay and keep your man company. Don’t be leavin’ no dick to fight some dirty bitch,” I said. Shy’s my girl, and the youngest, so sometimes I had to advise her.
    â€œRoscoe ain’t even here,” she informed me.
    â€œWhat? Why?” I asked.
    â€œWe had an argument, and he bounced. Talkin’ about he’ll be back when I calm down.”
    â€œWhy niggas be actin’ up?” I asked, rolling my eyes.
    â€œI don’t know.”
    â€œJade, c’mon. I don’t want this bitch to leave!” Camille shouted.
    â€œWho that? Camille? Tell her ass to calm the fuck down,” Shy said, knowing Camille’s temper.
    I looked at Camille and muttered, “Shy is on the phone.”
    â€œSo, tell that bitch to come and help beat this bitch down!” Camille exclaimed.
    â€œJade, I’m coming,” Shy said, and then hung up on me.
    Shy lived in the building next to mine, and we’ve been friends since grade school. I’m one year older, and we’ve both been through everything together, from trifling niggas, to hating-ass bitches, and even getting ourselves locked up a few times in Central Booking for fighting, stealing, and everything else.
    Camille, she’s like our mother. She’s