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he remembered having a urge to see Meesa the night before.
    “Why are you so dressed up this early in the morning?” Asked Black groggily.
    “Well, for your information, I'm on my way to school. So, it's time for you to bounce.” She answered with her hands on her hips.
    She would go to school dressed like a hot girl, he thought to himself. He thought this while staring her up and down. Her legs, tan and silky, said come and touch me. How would they feel wrapped around me?
    “What? What are you looking at?” Self-consciously, Meesa asked.
    “Look, don't start that smart shit, it's too early in the Goddamn morning.” He demanded.
    No he did not, Meesa thought to herself. She had let him sleep his black ass on her couch. That's what you get for being nice, she thought to herself.
    “Oh, we gonna have to get this shit straight right now. You are the rudest person I have ever met. Here I am being a great citizen. I barely know you, and I let you sleep in my house, then you have the audacity to be a dick to me in my home. You know what? I should've let your black ass drive home and have an accident.”
    Black started cracking up laughing at her. Nobody, but his partna's, joned on his skin color.
    “Oh, so you think that shit is funny?” Meesa asked, laughing herself. He looked up at her, loving the way her face glowed.
    “Nah, for real ma, thanks for looking out for a nigga.” Disbelief fell over Meesa. Black had actually said something nice to her.
    “You're welcome, Black.” She said, with a smile. Black liked seeing her smile. It made her look even prettier than she already was.
    “So anyway, put on your shoes so I won't be late.” She said, grabbing her book bag.
    “What school do you go to?” Asked Black, already knowing. He had done some background checking on Meesa finding out tidbits here and there.
    “I go to Flo Valley.”
    “What you studying?”
    “Oh, I'm studying fashion design. I might as well make a living at something I love.”
    “What time you got to be there?”
    “I have to be there at 9:00.”
    “How are you getting there”?
    “I'm going to catch the metro link.”
    “We'll, I can take you and drop you off.” Pigs must be flying, cause Black was being a little too nice for comfort, she thought.
    “If you want to.” Meesa answered, trying to play like she didn't care if he took her not. Knowing she did.
    When they got to his truck, Meesa waited for Black to come around the car and open her door. He never did, thinking she was crazy. Ain't no way I'm gonna open a door for her trick ass, he thought. I should've known it wouldn't last long, she thought. She rolled her eyes and got inside anyway. Black started pumping R. Kelly and Jay Z's “Best of Both Worlds”.
    The CD just so happened to be one of Meesa's favorites. She sang along, bobbing her head to the beat. Black looked at her out of the corner of his almond eyes. So she has taste in music too, he said out loud to himself.
    Hearing him, she asked, “What did you say?”
    “Nothing.” He answered, looking straight at the road. She hated when he did shit like that. He was so complicated and only with her. Meesa reached for the volume button and turned the volume down.
    “What the fuck are you doing?” He asked angrily. Meesa sat with her arms tucked underneath her breast. Pissed, that she didn't understand him.
    “Black, let me ask you a question. Why is it one minute we can be getting along, and the next, you're biting my head off?”
    Ignoring her, he didn't answer. But Meesa kept persisting. Tired of him and his attitude towards her, she probed again.
    “For real, Black, it's a simple question. Until a couple of days ago, we had never said a word to each other. And when I finally did say something to you, you acted all funny style in front of all your friends.”
    “So that's it? You're mad because you got played? Laughing, he asked, “What did you expect for me to do?”
    “What do you mean what did I expect you