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I’m smiling as I close my locker. “Tell you what, when you figure out what that means, get back to me.” Of course now I’m lovin’ this ’cause his boys are really laughing at him now even though they don’t have a clue, either. I look at them. They are all cracking up except one, Boyce. I don’t know his last name. He’s not the type of person you want to know all that well. He’s a stone-cold thug with serious lockdown issues. Everything about him pointed to an ending involving a needle in the arm or a bullet in the head. It was just a matter of time for either or both.
    â€œCome on, man, screw her stuck-up ass. We ain’t got time for this shit. We got stuff to do,” Boyce says anxiously.
    â€œNah, nah, I want to hear this,” Troy begins playfully.
    â€œYou’s a stupid ass, why you kissing up behind her, man?”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œYou don’t need her shit. Let’s go.”
    â€œYo, man, can you hold up a minute?” Troy says. The other guys are deathly quiet. No one seems to even be breathing.
    â€œYo, screw this and screw this schoolgirl shit.”
    Troy turns to him, and the rest of his crew seem to take astep back. Nobody says a word and I just stand there, ’cause it is obvious something is about to jump off since Boyce had stepped up to Troy. “Let’s go, man,” Boyce reiterates forcefully.
    Troy doesn’t say anything to him this time. He just turns back to me. “A’ight this time—frontin’ with jokes just ’cause you think you know two big words.”
    â€œThat’s two more than you know,” I say, as I start walking away. I had enough of this game. Unfortunately, I have to walk past his friends to get to my exit. Boyce glares at me as I pass him. I swear he looked like pure evil. I looked away. Hell, I wasn’t crazy.
    â€œBitch,” Troy says, loud enough for me to hear.
    â€œTakes one to know one, bitch,” I whisper under my breath louder than I thought. His boys hear me and start laughing at him again.
    â€œWhat did you say?” he asks quickly.
    â€œThat’s an excellent question, Mr. Carson. Exactly what did you just say?”
    Everybody turns and sees Ms. Grayson approaching. Troy doesn’t turn. Instead he’s looking right at me. His eyes are really dark as he glares. I know he’s pissed, but right now I don’t really care. Ms. Grayson pulls him to the side. His boys start walking away slowly.
    I walk away, knowing he’d have a headache the rest of the day. Ms. Grayson is talking to him about having respect. He said something, blaming me, but I didn’t hear it. I start laughing anyway. Okay, I admit it. That was fun. Messing with Troy’s head was like playing with my little brothers.The only difference is they’re not yet five. Still, mentally there’s not a lot of difference.
    So I get to the end of the hall nearest my exit and see my ex-friend Cassie. She’s sitting on the bench at the exit. We used to meet up like this all the time and walk home together. She stands when I approach. I shake my head and roll my eyes. I know this bitch isn’t about to try and talk to me after everything she did.
    â€œKenisha, can we talk?” she says quietly.
    I have nothing to say to her. Still don’t, so I just keep walking. I don’t even bother saying, “hell, no.”
    â€œKenisha. Kenisha. Kenisha.”
    She keeps calling me, so I finally stop and stare at her like she’s crazy. I can’t believe she has the nerve to try and talk to me after what she did. Like I’m not supposed to remember she caused all this drama in the first place. Having somebody stab me in the back once is all the lesson I need to learn. I don’t trust her, and she knows it. So how am I supposed to be friends with someone I don’t trust? I don’t know what she thinks she’s doing, or what she’s