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went to Cam’s. Mom got her cut, of course, before I left with the rest of the Trio. I even snatched a couple of beers from Mom’s stash. She wouldn’t miss them. We decided to chill at Dymond’s place.
    As we downed beer and coolers, I surprised myself. For once, I wasn’t thinking about the almighty dollar. I was thinking about a man, tall and lean, fine as ever . . . Ray. The night progressed, my buzz finally kicked in, and he was still on my mind. I hoped he was thinking about me as much as I was thinking about him.

Chapter Three
    And a love was born . . .
    Like I said, the trouble started with three parties. The purse party went well and my bootleg sales were off the chain. I had no complaints about the business side of my existence. Needless to say, the cash was flowing. It was a good thing, too, because I had to pay for my birthday party.
    Luckily, my eighteenth birthday fell on a Saturday. I was pumped the whole day. First, I got my hair done. I was up with the sun and borrowed Mom’s car to head down to the salon. I staked out my spot before the doors opened. There was no way I was waiting all day to get my hair done. By the time Dee came to unlock the door, there were already five of us, standing in line like we were trying to get tickets for a T.I. concert. As Dee held open the door for me, I gave the other chicks my “First Come, First Served” smirk. It was my birthday. . . what did they expect?
    I had Dee lay some tracks in my hair. She was the only one I trusted to match my hair right. There weren’t many teenagers around with hair looking like a plate full of salt and pepper, but Dee’s skills were second to none when it came to matching and dyeing and all that other stuff stylists do to make girls like me look good. When Dee finished, my hair was wavy and flowing to my waist.
    Next, it was off to the Eastgate mall. I was a card-carrying member of We Got Nails, an Asian shop inside of mall. Not only were the prices on point, but everyone on the east side knew they did the best french manicures in Columbus. I got the special treatment for my nails and toes. Next it was the facial (I had to let my nails dry somewhere). After enjoying my “me” time, I called up the Trio to meet me at the mall.
    â€œBoth of you need to hurry up and get your lazy asses over here. I need help finding some shoes,” I told Dee. I didn’t really need help, but I did want some company. It’s rarely fun shopping alone.
    â€œDang, girl, I ain’t even dressed yet,” Dee complained.
    â€œIf you weren’t laid up under Shadow all the time, maybe you wouldn’t be so tired,” I joked.
    Dee huffed and said, “That’s not funny,”
    â€œBut it is true.” I laughed.
    â€œI’m hanging up.”
    â€œGet your ass over here, girl, and pick up Lala on the way. She’s waiting for you!”
    â€œI hate you.”
    â€œI love you,” I said before pressing the END button on my cell phone.
    I decided to wait in front of Nordstrom for my girls. I sat in one of the plush mall seats, staring at bad-ass kids as they screamed, and their mommas as they tried to control them. I wanted to yell out, “Didn’t you learn anything from Madea ? You need to beat their butts, not try and reason with them!” But I knew how women were about their kids and I wasn’t trying to get cursed out or land myself in a brawl on my birthday.
    Instead, I engaged in a more enjoyable task—thinking about Ray. Since I met him in front of Cam’s, I had been thinking about him constantly. Of course, Dymond got the 411 for me, after she got her fill of Shadow . . . if you know what I mean. According to Shadow, Ray’s life was pretty basic. He was twenty-two years old, grew up on the West side of Columbus and graduated from Westland High. His half-brother Sean was a member of the Cruz, so Ray joined too at the age of sixteen. He rose through