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You are such a prude. This better work.”
    Khya and I clicked our heels toward the semicircle of cuties. Once we were close, my plan was to stand off to the side and give Khya enough room to do her thing, but she wouldn’t let me. Khya grabbed my hand and practically yanked me to the right of her. She stood in front of One O’clock Daddy, looked him over from head to toe, and then stopped and gasped at the cast on his left foot. She looked back up and into his face. “You’re on crutches? What happened to you?” She frowned.
    I couldn’t believe this. Her frowning and asking about his medical condition was not a part of the plan. What happened to her introducing herself? “Khya,” I said, as tight-lipped as possible. “Just tell him your name.”
    She looked back at him and gave a nervous chuckle, but before she could say anything, he asked her, “Do I know you?”
    â€œNope,” Khya said quickly.
    â€œSay yes,” I mumbled.
    â€œNo,” she mumbled back. “I don’t do injured athletes.”
    â€œYou don’t do what?” One O’clock said, taken aback.
    â€œMy fault.” Khya gave him a plastic grin. “I didn’t mean for you to hear that. I was . . . just coming over here to get introduced to your . . . friend.” She spun around and pointed at a tall, butter-colored cutie with a low, curly cut and a half smile on his face. I just knew for sure he was laughing at us. “I’m Khya,” she said to whoever this was. “And you are?”
    â€œJaylyn.” He gave a full smile. “But you can call me Bling. That’s my line name.” He smiled and revealed a full grill of diamonds.
    Khya lit up like a country Christmas tree. “Oh! Look at you. You look real cute. That is soooooo hot, but does it come out?” She paused. “ ’Cause when you get to be like forty-five and ancient old, that might not be the look you need to be going for. Old G’s make my eyes hurt.”
    I couldn’t believe she said that.
    Bling must’ve thought Khya was cute because he smiled, bent down, and whispered something in her ear.
    Khya giggled and blushed. “Yeah. I guess we could make it happen.”
    I tapped Khya on the arm and asked, tight-lipped, “Make what happen? Khya—”
    â€œOh word, it’s like that, Seven?” A familiar voice floated from behind me.
    Freeze...
    â€œYou really gon’ keep your back turned to me and not even speak?” Instantly Khya and I both turned around, and standing there was my ex-boyfriend Josiah.
    Kill me . . .
    This dude was always somewhere I didn’t need him to be. Seriously, did he just walk up behind me or was he standing here the whole time gawking at me?
    Ugh!
    Josiah was truly the last person I wanted to see, especially since I’d just gotten to the place where I didn’t think about him anymore or have internal bouts of wondering what had happened between us.
    I should’ve known I would see him at this party though. After all, he was one of Stiles U’s all-star basketball players and Big Country was his boy. But still . . . we had a history... and it wasn’t pretty.
    After being together for almost three years (two years in high school and half a year at Stiles U), this dude went crazy on me. Lost his mind, and his morals. And while I was off loving him, he took my heart, my secrets, my dreams, my virginity, my faith and belief in him, laid it all on the bed, sandwiched it between him and some ho, and together they screwed me.
    Royally.
    And now he stood here trying to play me . . . again, like really?
    Just chill.
    I twisted my lips and just as I was about to work through my attitude enough to be cordial to him, something came over me and forced me to say, “Yes. I can speak. But I didn’t.” I turned back toward Khya and Bling.
    â€œI see you still feeling some kinda way.” Josiah chuckled