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the ranks quickly, and moved to the East side after his cash from the Cruz began to flow smoothly. He lived in a house in the suburb of Pickerington. And most importantly, he didn’t have no baby mommas or any girlfriends, or so Shadow said.
    I hadn’t even really talked to Ray and I was already linking our names together like we were heading to the altar. I could see the invitations in my head: You are cordially invited to the wedding of RayKwon Scott Jackson and Crystal Marie Sells . Crystal Sells-Jackson sounded kind of funny but Crystal Marie Jackson didn’t sound bad at all. Dymond teased me sometimes, calling me CrystalRay. I thought about us going out, maybe to the Park of Roses for a long walk, or to Dave and Busters to play some games. We would hold hands, of course, and I could just stare at his beautiful eyes while he was talking to me about anything and everything. And those lips and that body . . . Don’t even get me started. How could a sista like me get sprung on a three-minute conversation? I don’t know why he was on my mind like he was the last guy on Earth. It wasn’t as if he tried to get in touch with me or anything. I shouldn’t have even given him the time of day—thoughtwise, that is. But I couldn’t help it. My excitement rose again as I thought about the conversation I had with Dymond about Ray the day before my birthday.
    â€œGirl, I hope you don’t get mad at me,” Dymond had said to me as we were relaxing at her house and drinking Lala’s sad attempts at margaritas.
    I straightened up on the couch. “What would I be mad about?” I asked cautiously.
    â€œWell,” Dymond’s voice slurred, “I told Shadow he should make sure Ray showed his face at your party.”
    I jumped up. “You did what?” I exclaimed, shaking my head as my buzz disappeared.
    â€œDon’t get hostile. You know you want him to come.” Dymond raised her half-empty glass of margarita. “We should be toasting the occasion. As good as you’re gonna look tomorrow, there’s no way he can resist. And if he can work it anywhere near the way my man works it, you got it made in the shade.” She finished off the rest of her drink.
    I noticed Lala frowning as I paced around the room. “What’s wrong, Lalique?” I asked.
    Lala shook her head. “I don’t know why you and Dymond are so caught up with those Cruz niggas. They ain’t no good.”
    Lala had been kind of moody lately. I could almost see the cloud of despair hanging over her head. But I wasn’t going to let her steal my joy.
    â€œLala, are you still on that ‘we don’t date drug dealers’ thing?” I asked. “Because if I’m correct, we all broke that vow a long time ago.”
    â€œYou got that right,” Dymond agreed.
    Lala responded by rolling her eyes and smacking her lips.
    â€œDid I look all funky before your eighteenth birthday? Did I go around preaching doom and gloom?” I asked sarcastically.
    Lala shook her head. “No you didn’t.” Her voice was tense. “I’m just telling you that you need to be careful. Both of you.” She turned her head slowly, her piercing blue eyes drilling a hole into my soul.
    â€œDon’t worry about me,” Dymond said.
    â€œMe neither.” I agreed. “What you need to be worried about is some training on how to mix drinks.” I teased. We had all laughed and the tense moment was broken.
    There was also something else on my mind: the motorcycles. A girl like me, who grew up listening to the roar of steels’ engines every spring and into the fall, just thinking about being on the back of one those babies made me feel warm inside.
    Twenty minutes after I started daydreaming, Dymond and Lala finally made it to the mall. They were both dragging their heels as if they were being led to an execution chamber or something.
    â€œWhat’s