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you.”
    I walked over to the kitchen table and took a seat. Jada followed me. She bent over, put her elbows on the table, and pressed her hands against her cheeks.
    â€œPlease,” she begged. “You got a heart in there somewhere, Jaylin, and you can’t be mad at me for makin’ you leave. You know I had to vote you out of here so I could win this challenge.”
    â€œYes, I can be mad at you. If I can eat this bullshit that you cooked for me this morning, then I can do anything I want to, can’t I?”
    She opened her mouth wide and blew her hot breath in my face. “Cool off, fool. You’re too hot this mornin’ and I’m tryin’ to be nice. If you don’t like the food, I will be happy to go to the fridge and retrieve an apple for you.”
    â€œRetrieve? Look at you trying to use a big word and pronounce it correctly. I’m proud of you, baby. Real proud.”
    â€œGreat. And when I put my tidday in your mouth to shut you up, I hope you’ll be proud of that too.”
    Annoying me, she blew her breath on me again. I cocked my head back to give us some space.
    â€œSeriously, you should’ve brushed your teeth this morning. It’s apparent that you didn’t. And even though the food looks good, why put all this whipped cream on top of the waffles? All you’re doing is adding too much sugar, when the strawberries are enough.”
    She rushed over to the fridge to get the container of whipped cream. “I knew you were goin’ to complain about the whipped cream, but let me show you a little somethin’ about food that you don’t know. Bay-bee, there are only fifteen calories in that whipped cream and one gram of fat. The sugar content is less than one gram, so what do you have to say about that?”
    I removed the whipped cream from the waffles. “I say that you’re easily misled and you need to check the servings, per container. What you mentioned only accounts for two tablespoons. You have at least twenty or thirty tablespoons piled on my waffles. Sell that shit to somebody else, not me.”
    Jada rolled her eyes and snatched my plate. “Ugh,” she said. “You think you know it all, don’t you? I swear you get on my nerves and—”
    I rushed behind her and snatched a piece of turkey bacon off the plate before she tossed it in the trash.
    â€œThe waffles were soggy, but the bacon is good,” I said, chewing fast to irritate her.
    She playfully pushed my shoulder and then got me an apple from the fridge, tossing the fruit to me.
    â€œThanks,” I said. “This is much better.”
    â€œI hope so.” Jada walked up to me, as I stood by the counter. “So, tell me what you and Chase talked about last night. She didn’t leave here until real late, and I saw her ass hiked up on that pool table. I bet she had that whole room smellin’ like tilapia, didn’t she? She is so nasty to me, and that pussy of hers is tired of that bitch tryin’ to use it to her advantage.”
    I bit into the apple, shaking my head at Jada.
    â€œYou know she’s foul,” Jada continued. “And if she don’t smell like tilapia, you be smellin’ like it ’cause I believe you get mo’ pussy than ten NBA players put together, don’t you? Chase was throwin’ that cat at you last night, and when I saw you walk off, I was like…hell, nah! I cracked up and ran to hide behind one of those chairs. You didn’t see me, though. I was hidin’ real good.”
    â€œActually, you weren’t. I saw you peeking into the game room, and I also saw you trying to hide behind the chair. Next time, choose somewhere else. Behind one of those bushes outside may have been better.”
    Her brows shot up. “Did you just try to insult me by implyin’ that I was too wide and the chair couldn’t hide me? Is that what you’re sayin’?”
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