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Cherise, but she knew she owed her best friend an apology. Either Shy forgave her and wanted to move on or she didn’t. As far as Cherise was concerned, the ball was in Shy’s court.
    Shy stretched, looked over at the clock, and headed for the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. She had been asleep for two hours but it felt more like eight. Between studying for finals, getting ready to vacation with her family, and shopping for the right graduation outfit, Shy was exhausted.
    B-Boy sparked a blunt and cracked a cold bottle of Thunderbird to get the party going. Melvin poured Shy a cup of White Mountain berry wine cooler because he knew that even a drop of what they were drinking was out of the question for her.
    â€œHey, baby girl, turn on the radio. Or better yet, do you feel like going to grab those DJ Quik and Too Short cassettes out the front seat of the car?”
    â€œAnything for you, Bookey.” Shy smiled. She held out her hand to retrieve the keys from Melvin. Before walking away, Melvin grabbed her around the waist, pulled her to him, and gave her a long, passionate kiss. The display of intimacy immediately annoyed Cherise and jealousy reared its ugly head. She rolled her eyes and smacked her lips at the sight the lovebirds were putting on. B-Boy looked on and subconsciously stroked and repositioned his member through his pants as he stared at Shy’s perfect behind. Cherise saw B-Boy checking out Shy and her anger started to rise.
    Shy put Too Short in the portable tape player and the party began. After playing a round of Spades, smoking two nice-sized joints, and drinking three bottles of Thunderbird, the high school graduates had a good buzz going on.
    â€œMan, it’s not even midnight and y’all suckers look like its past bedtime,” B-Boy griped.
    â€œYeah, I could go to bed right now,” Melvin flirted as he stroked Shy’s hair. “What about you, baby girl? You ready for bed?”
    Shy blushed and giggled at how obvious it was that Melvin was horny. She was too, but she was also hungry.
    â€œLet’s order a pizza or something because all this smoking has made me hungry,” Shy said.
    â€œYeah, I’m hungry too. Do you want to run to Bellaria before they close?” Cherise asked Shy in an attempt to break the tension between them.
    Shy ignored her friend as if she had not heard a word she said, and never took her eyes off Melvin. He was not sure what was going on between Shy and Cherise but Melvin could tell that something was wrong. Whenever the four of them got together, Cherise and Shy were always giggling and whispering to each other, but they had barely said two words to one another. Melvin decided to hold off asking Shy about it until morning. He did not want to chance not getting any sex because of their beef.
    It was obvious to Shy that Cherise was trying to smooth things over by acting as if nothing had happened. Shy would not be so easily forgiving this time. Cherise had really hurt her feelings with that jealous outburst.
    â€œYeah, go on and order a couple of pizzas, and I’m going to run across the street and pick up a twelve pack. After we eat, we going to get a nice game of Zoom going,” B-Boy announced.
    Everyone agreed, and an hour later a shot glass filled with Thunderbird and a beer mug full of St. Ives sat in the middle of the table. The loser would have a choice of poison to drink. If they failed to drink the alcohol straight down, they had to drink them both.
    â€œZoom.”
    â€œZoom.”
    â€œIrk!” Shy said to the right of her when she should have said it to the person sitting to the left of her.
    â€œDrink up, baby girl, drink up,” Melvin teased.
    Shy laughed at her third error and took the cup of beer to the head. Her head was beginning to spin and she regretted eating. The pizza was fighting its way back up. Shy jumped from her seat and ran into the bathroom to answer the call from