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    I woke up feeling good. I got up and headed to the shower, so I could prepare for church. My dad made sure we all go faithfully, including him. Yes, he is in the drug game, but we made it to church every Sunday, not every other Sunday, but every Sunday. When I stepped back in my room, Halee was sitting on my bed. “Soooo?” she asked me.
    I laughed. “So what?”
    “Girl, I didn’t hear from you at all yesterday, so what happened?” she asked, eyeing me. It was crazy how she knew me so well; it was like she was my sister, instead of best friend.
    “Well, Dally and I-”
    “DALLY?! You giving him nicknames now, oh yea, y’all done did the nasty! Tell me how it was!” she screamed at me, jumping up and down.
    “Yes, but-”
    “Oh My God! Y’all are dating?!” She wouldn’t give me a chance to say anything.
    I giggled and continued getting ready before answering her. “Yes, we did the ‘nasty’ and no, I don’t think we are dating. I think right now we are just going to take it slow a little bit,” I said, summing it up the best I could.
    “What the fuck? YOU gave up the goodies without being in a relationship?” she continued questioning me. I know she was thinking about my ex and that’s a thought I wasn’t trying to think of. It was in the beginning of high school and y’all know those relationships are meaningless. Though he took my virginity, it was something I just wanted to forget. Hell, I wished it never happened.
    “Right now, we’re just vibing. Whatever is meant to happen, will. I’m not rushing anything just yet,” I said, ending the convo. I grabbed my clutch and we headed downstairs to go to church with my father and brothers.
    *****
    Though it felt like we were there forever, the lesson our pastor preached about today was everything to me. Soon as I got home, I stripped out of my clothes. I laid across my bed and checked my phone. Dallas’ ass hasn’t texted me yet and that shit had me wanting to think some crazy shit. I shook it off and got up to go do some retail therapy. It always took my mind off of things. When I left, I had over six bags in my hands. I threw everything in the trunk and headed home. My mind constantly wandered to Dallas; I wanted to know what he was doing that he couldn’t hit me up. Since we met, we talked constantly and now that sex was involved, I didn’t hear from his ass at all. That shit could only mean one thing.

Dallas
    Miracle’s little ass was bound to fuck my head up. I had to take a step back to gather myself. I like her because she was like the female me. Instead of bitching at me about the game, lil mama joined me. We talked about some of everything. I was feeling that. I liked her, more than I cared to admit, honestly. But, there were two things stopping me from pursing her. One was that I worked for her father and I know neither he or her brothers would play about her. Before it came to gun play, I would avoid that. Another was I couldn’t let a bitch get to me. Last time I was in a relationship, the lil bitch was fucking the whole hood. Everyone knew, except me. She didn’t have any morals, goals, or respect for herself and that was one thing I hated about her ass. Instead of getting out and chasing her own sack, she opted for spending mine instead. I had no problem spoiling my bitch, but shit, when yo bitch wanted to lay on her ass, club, do anything possible for attention, and spend your hard earned money instead of making shit happen for self, it became a problem for me. I worked too damn hard to see all my money going to a lil petty hood rat type of shit.
    I liked Miracle because she was down to earth and true to herself. Not only that, but baby girl was doing good for herself. She told me how she wanted to go to school to become a neonatal nurse and I commended her because ain’t no way I could sit back and watch a bitch pussy bust from A to Z and be cool with it. I was lying in my bed, doing nothing but thinking