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Davon nodded back, turned to go, and hesitated all over again. “If… if you want, my sister, she’s one of those girls who gets online and does make-up, teaches girls how to do it.”

“What’s that got to do with me?” Geo asked, sounding perturbed now.

Davon glanced at Sailor. “She’s never worn make-up in her life. You want her to look older, that might help. I can send her over?”

“I don't deal with bitches. You do that shit too?”

“I mean, I can? I’ve seen enough to know what to do.”

“You can show ‘r?”

“Yeah, I can ask my sister some questions, show her some pics of Say, and see what colors to use and all that.”

“You got pictures of her?” Geo asked darkly.

“Yeah… uhh… nothin’ like that. Just us on the bus ’n shit. One from Algebra one day, when she fell asleep in class I took to mess with her. Nothin’ I don't have a dozen of with all my friends.”

“Show me,” Geo demanded, his hands going to his hips.

Davon opened his phone, scrolled through pics, and then turned it to show Geo.

Sailor could see a picture from her sophomore year when Davon sat with her on the bus and took a selfie of them. Another a few days later, with two of his friends, he was squishing her cheeks to make her make fishy lips. A few more selfies he took with her and his friends, then the one he’d just taken a few weeks back in algebra when she’d nodded off, her cheek on her fist. One right after of her sleepily glaring at him.

“That it?” Geo asked, taking the phone and scrolling through pics. “Who’s this?”

“Aniston, this white chick I fuck with sometimes. You can tell it’s not Sailor, her tits are smaller, and she’s thicker, plus look, see? Brown hair. No red in it at all. See the next one; it has her lips in it, too, see? She’s a lot more tan, too. That’s Jocelyn, her tits are way too big to be…”

“I didn’t fucking ask. You only fuck with white girls?” Geo demanded, scrolling through the phone.

“He fucks with anyone with a pulse,” Phoenix offered. “White chicks always hit him back, though.”

“These is a lot of titty pics… how come there ain’t more than titties?”

“I don't keep those on my phone,” Davon snorted. “Some I don't keep at all, but if I do, they’re on my computer, not the phone I carry in my pocket that the school can take away. Also, only keep pics the girls send me themselves and not ones the guys send to each other after they get them.”

“Smart,” Geo smirked, then handed the phone back. “You finished with your work for me?” he asked as Mig handed Davon Sailor’s keys. He was holding her backpack in his other hand.

“Yeah, man, I was done with it by Tuesday.”

“You didn’t come back for more?”

“I’m still in school. I have to pass high school, then I can pick up extra,” Davon shrugged, unapologetic about not being a go-getter.

“Thought she was doin’ your work for you?”

“I pay her for Algebra and some Lit work, but I do the rest myself. She don't just do my Algebra, either, I gotta copy it myself.”

Geo snorted. “Sounds fuckin’ tough. Makes sense, your own handwriting.”

“I never complained, not really,” Davon agreed.

“Go get that shit taken care of,” Geo told him, turning back to look Sailor over again. “Then come back here and get her shit taken care of.”

“Yeah,” Davon agreed, hefting her keys but not looking at her before turning and leaving with Marcel.

Chapter 7

Geo made a motion, and everyone left the room. He stood, looking down at Sailor, his eyes full of that dangerous shine.

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