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up front.” Amy wore tight blue jeans and a short sleeved, yellow, frilly shirt that hugged her form. She stroked the seat next to her.
    “You look amazing,” he said, taking a little too much notice to her exposed cleavage.
    As I sat in the row of seats behind him, I noticed Etta’s outfit. Her attire consisted of black slacks that might as well have been painted on and a red and black striped corset that revealed too much skin for my liking.
    She had pulled her hair up into a curly mess atop of her head, and her shoulder length, silver dangling earrings didn’t quite distract me from the layers of paint on her face. As if she were unsatisfied with her attempt to look like a prostitute, she finished off her appearance with four-inch stiletto heels.
    “You’re going to the movies in that?” I’m sure my tone gave away my disapproval in her choice of wardrobe. Without answering, Etta climbed over the back of the seat to the third row behind me.
    “Oh, we’re going someplace much better.”
    “But you told John we were….”
    “Screw what we told my dad. If we told him we were going to a concert in D.C., you think he’d let us go?”
    “A concert?” Gabriel inquired.
    “Not just any concert. An ILLnigma concert,” Amy added.
    “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” My opinion fell on deaf ears as Amy turned up the radio in the van as she drove down the freeway. After forty-five long, grueling minutes on the road, we arrived at a parking garage. Feeling a chill as I stepped out of the van, I removed my over shirt and placed it on Etta’s bare shoulders.
    She quickly removed it. “What are you doing?”
    “It’s cold out. I thought you might like something a little warmer on.”
    “If I need to warm up, I will. Oh, here they come.” Etta pointed to a sleek black BMW M3 convertible as it squealed around the corner and took the parking spot next to us. As the over six-foot tall, older man stepped out of the vehicle, he pulled his black shoulder length, wavy locks back into a half ponytail. Etta approached him, twirling, arms outward, allowing him the whole spectacle of her outfit and everything it didn’t hide. If his whistle didn’t annoy me enough, their flirtatious hello certainly finished the job.
    I hadn’t prepared myself for watching another man wrap his arms around my Etta, pulling her into him. Before I lost my temper, a thin, ginger-haired, pale man interrupted their embrace.
    “I did not see this coming,” Gabriel said as I stood back, watching the four give each other rounds of hugs and hellos. It took a moment for the other men to notice us. Etta looked over her shoulder a few times, I imagined explaining our presence.
    “Oh hey, Tristan, this is Ramen and Benjamin. Benjamin and Ramen, this is our buddy Tristan. And over there, talking to Etta about math class finals, is Logan.” Amy blithely made the introductions.
    I ignored Tristan’s attempt at shaking my hand.
    “Are we ready to head inside?” Etta hollered. Everyone agreed. Wanting to figure out the situation between Etta and Tristan, Gabriel and I held back a few steps as we walked into an enormous packed theater.
    “It seems I have competition.” I pointed my chin at Tristan as he wrapped his arm around Etta’s upper back. “How old do you think he is?”
    “Late twenties, early thirties perhaps, but I don’t see any competition in him,” Gabriel replied.
    “Yeah, right. Look at him. He has biceps thicker than my thighs, hazel eyes and perfect teeth. Now look at me. I’m tall and skinny, with dull brown eyes, in desperate need of braces, and I have acne on my chest. I’m a little boy who has barely hit puberty compared to him.”
    “That’s not what this is about, Ra. Here is what it is about, remember?” Gabriel dug his fingers into my sternum.
    “Well, let’s hope Etta can see past a shining car, good looks, and perfect hair.”
    “C’mon up here, guys. Join the party,” Tristan cheered as we made our