She tried her best to get it closed. She even pressed her body against the door and she gave it all she had until finally it closed.

She sunk to her knees, sighing with relief. She had on her mother’s dress and pumps.

She overdid it with her mother’s make-up. I didn’t understand why she dressed that way, since she dressed like a bum in school.

Holes in her jeans never did anything for her front crooked tooth. She had a
teaspoon of nappy hair and it didn’t do anything for those god-awful shoes she wore that smelled like spoiled milk.

Hell, the silly bitch didn’t even have
enough hair to get the famous Halle Berry or Toni Braxton look.

She stood up and stretched. “Bob, Sam and Micro are coming over, Girl. We gotta get ready for them. The finest niggahs in school are coming to stay the night with us. Isn’t that exciting?”

I wanted to whip her ass. What was this? A sex party?

“Uh, no. I didn’t come over here for that…you said it would be me and you.”

I glared at her.

“It is. For now. Plus I’m pussyphobic. I break out in hives when I’m around another woman for too long. I like dick, not fish, you feel me, Gurl? No
offense.”

I didn’t want those boys around me. They fucked any and everything on two legs. I wouldn’t be surprised if they fucked each other.

Birds of a feather flocked together. Or, as my Grandma once said, “Gays
masturbate and lick it from the one eyed snake.”

“I’m not offended and I happen to like fish sandwiches. With a lot of tartar sauce.”

She chocked on her saliva and she held her burning throat.

“You eat fish?” she asked, short of breath.

“Duh, bitch. I love catfish.”

The color left her face.

She avoided my eyes and started moving away from me, like I had a disease and that offended the hell out of me.

“Oh,” she went on, chuckling. The color returned to her face. “Fish, fish. I got you. You eat real fish sandwiches.”

I was even more confused. She was acting like a ditzy bitch.

“What are you on tonight because you are acting dumb as hell.”

She rolled her eyes. “Anyways, Chile. Check this. Hoes are already talking about me and you. Half the school wants Bob and Micro. They are the stars of the football team. When you rush over a thousand yards you deserve to get all the pussy you want…”

I gave her a confused look. “And why are you telling me this?”

She was patting my shoulder and pushing me up the stairs.

“Because I heard Tonna wants to fight you. You know she likes Micro and he is going around telling everyone he wants to eat your pussy and give you
some dick.”

“Like hell. Not in this lifetime.”

She led me into her Mom’s huge room. About five or six nice dresses were on her mom’s bed. I liked the green one with the green floral bust.

“Pick a dress. We don’t have much time. Verona and Lily are coming over, too.”

Now see. Now the game stopped. “I don’t like Lily. I heard she fucked half the basketball team.”

“So what. Don’t hate. She is giving her pussy some experience. Men don’t want inexperienced twat. They want their women skilled enough to pay the bills with the flick of the clit.”

We were laughing.

She was so silly.