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still.
    Anywaaayz, he tells me he’s been out all day with his mom and left his cell home. And ya point? Even though I’m heated with him—well, not that heated—I’m still happy to hear his smooth, sexy voice.
    â€œSo are you enjoying your special day?” he asks, changing the subject. I let him think I don’t catch it, moving on. After all, it is all about me, and I’m not about to spend it arguing with some boy who isn’t even my man. Well, he is, but I haven’t served him the official memo yet.
    â€œOf course I am! And guess what I got?”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œA BMW!” I tell him excitedly, forgetting that quick that I was feeling some kinda way toward him. I describe my whip to him in detail, talking a mile a minute.
    â€œDamn, baby, slow down,” he says, laughing. “You mad hyped and whatnot.”
    â€œYes, I am. OMG, you have no idea how much I love them cars. I told my dad that’s what I wanted, but I didn’t really think he was gonna go out and buy it. I thought he was gonna buy me a three series, which woulda been cute, too. But this right here is the truth, baby. Ohmygod, it’s so fly.”
    â€œI bet it is. We gonna be riding in style now, huh? You won’t have to ride up in my hand-me-down truck anymore, now that you got ya own whip.”
    I suck my teeth. “Oh, puhleeze. I would hardly call your Range Rover a hand-me-down. I love riding in that truck with you.”
    â€œAnd I love ridin’ you in it.”
    I giggle.
    â€œI miss you,” he says, lowering his voice.
    I grin, flopping back on my king-size sleigh bed. “I miss you, too. I’ma be back at my mom’s Sunday night.”
    Even though this is my birthday weekend, it also happens to fall on the same weekend that I stay with my dad. Oh no, my parents aren’t divorced. And I don’t really consider them separated. They still do things together. And I know they are still getting it in between the sheets ’cause she spends nights over here, and he spends time at our house— sleeping in the same bed with the door closed, okay? So you tell me what it is. They’re very much married. They just happen to live in separate households. Oh, and get this: they both still live in the same town! I know. Crazy, right? But to me, it’s normal ’cause this is how they’ve been living since I was eight years old. So, basically, I have two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and two walk-in closets packed with all the hottest wears. So I’m definitely not complaining.
    â€œAround what time?” he asks, bringing me back to the conversation.
    â€œLike around nine, I guess. It’s up to my dad. We’re supposed to be going into the city to have dinner with my sister, Erika, and her fiancé, so it all depends on what time we leave to come back.” Thankfully, we only live like twenty minutes or so from New York, so I won’t be getting home too late.
    My sister, Erika, is nine years older than me and lives in Manhattan with her extra-fine mocha-chocolate man, Winston. OMG, I like him so much better than that bum she was with before him. All they did was fight! Anywaaayz, she and Winston attend NYU’s School of Law. And you should see the ice he put on her hand. Whew, it’s sick!
    â€œOh, a’ight,” he says. “I wanna see you and give you your gift.”
    â€œOooh, you got me a gift!” I say, getting all amped, already knowing he was going to catch it something terrible if he didn’t have a nice shiny trinket or something for me. “What you get me? I love gifts!”
    â€œSlow down, baby,” he says, laughing. “Of course I did. You my boo. So you know I was gonna get you something special.”
    And it better not be nothing cheap! “Awww, you are so sweet.”
    â€œYeah, I know,” he jokes. “And you know what’d be