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minute they’d stepped in, but she ignored them.
    Apple got a window seat, and while waiting for Mesha with the food, she looked through her bags of clothing, smiling with excitement. She couldn’t wait to be seen in her new outfits. She had the body and curves to fill out everything she bought. If Cross didn’t notice her at Summer Jam, then he had to be blind, because Apple knew she had it going on.
    She looked around the restaurant and shook her head at all the hungry black people in the place. Most were overweight and out of shape, but not Apple. She was always watching her figure and knew that obesity wasn’t coming her way anytime soon.
    Mesha came to the table with a tray of food and sat opposite Apple. The two began tearing into their burgers and downing the sweet teas that they loved, especially on a hot spring day.
    “Oooh, I needed this. This tea going down my throat is better than sex right now,” Mesha joked.
    Apple laughed. “Shit, you crazy, girl. I don’t know about that. It’s a’ight.”
    “Whateva. You know it’s hot, and ya pussy probably sweating like a runaway slave.”
    “My shit a’ight,” Apple said. “See, she cooling. You’re the one in the skintight jeans who got these niggas lookin’ and breaking their necks at you.”
    “Girl, and like you don’t, wit’ them shorts you got on, legs showing and teasing muthafuckas. You a mess, Apple.”
    “I’m a mess that’s gonna be lookin’ fly at Summer Jam.”
    “I hear that shit. You and me both, bitch,” Mesha chimed, slapping Apple five.
    They continued eating their meals and feeling the eyes of men watching them from all over the room.
    Mesha noticed two cuties in the place that she wouldn’t have minded getting with, but she was content with her boo, Naquin. The couple had been together since freshman year in high school, and he was Mesha’s first.
    Mesha was a sultry, long-legged, ravishing beauty with light skin, hazel eyes, and shoulder-length black hair. When it came to beauty, she and Apple were running neck and neck. Still, they never hated on each other and had been friends since junior high school.
    Apple was petite and curvy. Mesha was too, but she had thicker hips and more butt for the men to stare at. Both girls were able to stir up a man’s heart without even a thought. The two couldn’t even eat their food in peace without several men trying to approach them for conversation and a minute of their time. But the two girls, used to being hit on and approached, sometimes with good manners or just plain rudely, turned the eager men down.
    “Ill . . . not,” Mesha commented about one of the guys that tried to come on to her. He was tall and shapeless, with a scruffy beard, and had hopes of getting her number.
    “Stop being picky,” Apple said with a smile.
    “You fuck him then.”
    Apple chuckled. “Never that.”
    “A’ight then. Besides, when was the last time you got some dick? Or are you still tryin’ to save it for Cross?”
    “I’m good. You know I get mines,” Apple replied.
    “And when was that? The last nigga I know you fucked was Terrance. What? His ten-year sentence got you dried up now?”
    Apple sucked her teeth and remembered Terrance as being only a fling, a substitute until the real thing came along.
    “Then before him, Jason. Oh, and I can’t forget Ramee. Yeah, he fucked you and your sister.”
    “And?”
    “I’m just sayin’, girl . . . I ain’t tryin’ to get at you, but you need to stop waiting for Cross, and get booed up soon. You ain’t gettin’ any younger. You done passed up on some fine niggas that wanted to holla at you. Besides, when have you ever known Cross to wife up some chick? Shit, that nigga’s too busy treatin’ his dick like it’s some fuckin’ passport, traveling up in all them hoes, like he JetBlue or somethin.”
    Apple sighed.
    “I’m just sayin’, do you and stop waitin’ around daydreaming about this dude.”
    Apple heard her out, but she was