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ain’t seen it all before. And she ain’t just get me what her moms sent her for neither. Nah, my girl even got me that $25 card for my cell. I brush my teeth and get dressed feeling good.
    Next thing I know, Novisha is sitting on the couch and I’msitting on the floor between her legs old-skool style, and she greasing my scalp, combing my hair, and braiding it in neat rows going straight back with the zigzag parts. Shit look real nice.
    I ain’t gonna lie. I like having my girl take care of me this way. I can’t wait ‘til she finish high school and we can live together somewhere on our own. I’ma support her while she in college, pay all the bills and shit, and she can take care of me like this everyday. Man, that’s the way I wanna be living.
    Then Jasmine come into my mind, and I think ‘bout what she did to me. I never shoulda let that shit happen. Now here I am and Novisha is treating me so good, and I’m feeling mad guilty. I don’t know what I’ma do tonight if my moms don’t let me back in the room, but I do know I gotta stay away from Jasmine ‘cause I can’t let what happened last night happen again.
    A couple hours later, I’m sitting in the auditorium of Novisha school, bored out my fuckin’ mind. This is s’posed to be a awards ceremony, but the first hour ain’t nothing but kids singing church songs. Me and Novisha is sitting together next to her moms, who keep checking the back of the room to see if Novisha pops showed up yet. He said he was gonna meet them here, so he either late or not coming. But it don’t matter what time he come ‘cause Ms. Jenkins is saving him a seat.
    When her moms ain’t looking, Novisha whisper in my ear, “I wish she would get over him already. It’s embarrassing.”
    I just shake my head ‘cause I know her moms ain’t gonna get over him no time soon. No matter what my pops do, my moms still love him. I think females is just like that. When theyfind they man, that’s it. They ain’t looking for nobody else no matter what.
    The singers finally finish they song, and everybody stand up and clap. I don’t feel like getting up, but when Novisha do, I do too, ‘cause I wanna make sure all the guys in the auditorium know she with me.
    While we standing there, I slip my hand on her waist and kinda rub her hip a little. And I’m real smooth ‘bout it, so her moms don’t see me. But at the same time, my eyes is going from one guy to the next, trying to catch they reaction. Her school got all kinds of kids, but I’m only checking out the Black dudes ‘cause the guy who put them letters in her locker called hisself a brother in one of them.
    â€œI know what you’re doing,” Novisha say, taking my hand off her hip and looking back to see what I’m looking at.
    â€œI ain’t doing nothing.”
    â€œHe’s not here,” she say. “So relax.”
    I don’t know if she just saying that or what. She don’t be straight-out lying to me, but I know she probably trying to protect herself too. ‘Cause she know if I see that dude, I’ma hafta kick some ass up in here. I don’t give a fuck ‘bout no awards ceremony.
    Novisha pops get there ‘bout two minutes later. He slide into the seat and give Ms. Jenkins a kiss on the lips. Novisha roll her eyes. Both me and her don’t know what her pops is up to and why he be coming ‘round again like he ain’t never left.
    A couple minutes later, they start calling people up to get they award. Most of the kids is getting awards for they grades. Then they say they got four special awards for kids who do stuff for the community. That’s my girl. She always doing shit for other people.
    Novisha get her award ‘cause she volunteer at this nursing home, and she got a lot of other kids to do the same thing. ‘Cause of her, something like forty kids