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“Since you know, I shouldn’t need to explain why I want nothing to do with you.”

“I’m nothing like that nigga and his friends.”

“Maybe you’re not, but I’m not willing to risk my life or self-worth to find out. Please leave.”

We had an intense stare down, and for a moment, I didn’t think he would leave. However, finally, without another word, he turned around and left. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the bell chime again.

“You might not be with Deacon’s raggedy ass anymore, but you’re still letting him control you,” Rosemary stated.

“You’re entitled to your opinion, and I’m entitled to disagree.”

“Just because you don’t agree doesn’t make it any less true. You’re afraid to date because you know he’s gonna have a fit and start trouble. Rocky is just the kind of man you need to hook up with because I have no doubt he would fuck Deacon’s bitch ass up.”

“That won’t be necessary because I’m not interested in Rocky.”

“It didn’t look like it when he had you on that counter with his tongue down your throat.”

I gasped. “Shut up! It was not.”

“Whatever. You can head home if you want. Blossom is coming in for Daisy, and she’s two minutes away.”

“I’m in no rush.”

“Suit yourself.”

Rosemary returned to the back of the store, and a minute later, Blossom entered.

“Hey, sis!” she greeted me.

“Hey! How was class today?”

“It was fine. Just prepping for finals.”

“Oh, yeah. They’re next week, right?”

“Yep. So, was that Rocky I saw outside?”

“Probably, but he should’ve been gone by the time you pulled up.”

“He was leaning against his car on the phone.”

“Oh.”

“What’s up between you two?”

“Tuh. Not a damn thing because she’s too scary,” Rosemary responded as she returned from the back.

“I don’t need you to speak for me. I’m just about sick of you and your snide comments.”

“Somebody needs to be honest with you, and I feel like it’s my duty as the second oldest.”

“Y’all need to chill,” Blossom said.

I ignored her. “Whatever, Rose! I’m not like you, okay?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she questioned.

“Whatever you want it to mean. Briar, it’s time to go. Get your things together!” I shouted.

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