Iâm a cornball?â
He grinned. âNah.â He leaned over and kissed me on the lips then. âI think youâre mad sexy. Real sweet.â
Iâm not going to lie. He made me blush. And there was something about the way he stared into my eyes that made me excited. I mean, really, really excited. Like I wanted to make out with him right there in the parking lot of WaWaâs.
âI really like you, yo,â he said, kissing me one last time before I climbed out of his car and made my way back homeâat almost two thirty in the morning. Even though he wanted to drive me all the way to my house, I wouldnât let him. I didnâtâand donâtâwant him or anyone else to know where I live. Even if he does know that the area is really nice. He still doesnât know exactly how nice. Itâs not something he needs to know.
I climbed back up the side of the house and slipped back into my bedroom, breaking a nail in the process. But it was well worth it.
Will I do it again?
Ummm. Maybe not. Weâll see. Okay, okay... probably. But only if thereâs something going on that I really want to be a part of. Then, yes. I think I will. Okay, okay... I know I will.
Fingers crossed, I donât ever get caught.
âUmmm, no thanks,â Hope says, pulling me from my thoughts. I look over at her as sheâs shaking her head. âShe wonât be getting my money.â
âWho wonât be getting your money?â I ask.
Hope sighs. âJennifer Hudson. Werenât you listening? I was telling Jordan that Iâll sit this one out. Iâm not interested in seeing her C-list acting in any movie.â
âOhmygod, Hope, thatâs so not nice,â I say, grabbing one of the pillows off the bed and playfully hitting her with it.
She shrugs. âDonât get me wrong. I like Jennifer and all, but she really needs to stick to singing. Iâd rather put that thirteen dollars, plus another fifteen dollars for snacks and drinks, toward a cute pair of sandals.â
Jordan gives a dismissive wave.
âWell, what about you, Kennedy? You want to go?â
âHuh? What about me?â
Jordan repeats the question. I shake my head. âNo. Iâll pass.â
She huffs. âWell, dang. Both of you sure know how to be party duds. I thought it would be kind of fun to see a movie.â
âPlease. Iâd rather watch Netflix,â Hope says dismissively, âbefore going to see a Jennifer Hudson movie. She has an Oscar for Christâs sake. And this is the best she can do?â She shakes her head. âTragic. Just real tragic.â She scrolls through her phone. âBut what about seeing that movie with Idris Alba? Heâs so . . . mmph.â
âEwwww. Old ,â Jordan retorts, twisting her face up. âAnd thatâs so nasty!â
I laugh. âWell, heâs distinguished.â
âAnd dirt old,â Jordan says again.
âBut heâs still cute for an old guy,â Hope says defensively. âOld guys can be cute, too.â
Jordan rolls her eyes. âYuck. Not when theyâre old enough to be your father.â
Hope waves Jordan on, dismissing her comment. âSo do yâall want to see the movie or not?â
I shrug. âI guess.â
Jordan says, âOkay, I guess. Iâm game. Let me text my mother to let her know weâre going to the movies.â
Not that this is my ideal way of spending a Friday night. I mean, really? Itâs real nice out. Now that the sun is down, itâs not as hot and humid out like it was earlier. Itâs like eighty degrees out now. And I know the streets in the hood are jumping with excitement. Maybe Iâll be able to convince Jordan to at least roll up all the windows real tight, lock all the doors, and speed through the hood to see whoâs out. Yeah, right. Not!
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