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James, had become a couple.
    They’d often all go over to Mark’s house after school. They would play video games, board games, laugh and talk. He lived in the condos right across the street from the townhouses Jamika lived in, courtesy of Section Eight government housing assistance.
    She liked Mark even more than she liked Marquis. But, she knew that Mark was also attracted to the red, thin girls. With her being dark and thick, Mark would always see her as only a friend.
    “Girl, why are you walking all fast? I know you’re not in that much of a rush to get to Ms. A’s class,” Mark was saying.
    “No, it’s not that. I’m just not feeling it today, you know?”
    “Oh, you must have heard. Listen, don’t pay Trish no attention.”
    Trisha Watson was Mark’s ex-girlfriend. About two weeks earlier, Jamika had a birthday party at the skating rink. She’d invited Mark and not invited his girl. Being that it was a public rink, Trisha had showed up anyway.
    Jamika and Mark had been out skating their asses off together. They were crossing their legs, skating backwards and moving to the music. Jamika had almost fallen. Mark grabbed her to stabilize her. Jamika felt a warm tingle leave his hand and enter her body. They both began to laugh. Jamika’s smile was erased as she spotted Trisha standing over in the corner with her arms crossed looking their way. She wore tight blue jeans that fit like they were tailored for her, with a red, tight fitting knit sweater. Her long, beautiful hair fell on her shoulders, and her face was that of a model’s.
    Trisha and Jamika had never gotten along. Both girls were extremely popular, but for very different reasons. Trisha’s looks and clothes gave her popularity; with Jamika, it was her talents. Jamika was down to earth; Trisha was bourgeois and for that reason, they did not mix.
    Trisha started to skate towards them. Jamika said to Mark, “Here comes your girl.”
    “Who Trish?”
    “Who else?”
    “So what?”
    “What do you mean, so what? You know how she is about you, and you do realize that you are still holding onto me.”
    “Yes, I realize that, and like I said before, so what?”
    At that point, their eyes had met, they both became silent and it was like their eyes were doing the talking.
    A hard push jerked Jamika back to reality, as she saw the floor coming up to meet her. The pain jolted her as she hit the floor hard against her hip. Mark fell also, because he had been holding onto her. He had fallen hard on his arm, and even though he didn’t scream out in pain, his face contorted. Jamika was holding her hip and making her way from the floor, saying, “I know you didn’t just push me down.” Trisha was smiling. Jamika leaped for her, but Mark had gotten to his feet and jumped between them.
    Mark looked at Jamika and said, “Chill Meek, let me handle this.” Mark turned back to Trisha and said, “Why you do some stupid shit like that?”
    Trisha turned beet red before replying, “Don’t be asking me any questions. What are you doing out here, skating with that black, smutty hoe?”It offended Mark the way that Trisha was calling Jamika names. “I can skate with whoever I want, you know Meek my homey.” Jamika had heard the remark Trisha made and was trying to get past Mark to her.
    “Let her go!” screamed Trisha. “Let that hoe go!”
    “No, I’m letting you go, Trish. Now, get out my damn face!” Mark screamed out at the top of his lungs.
    Trisha looked like she’d been slapped. She skated away and left the rink. Mark had come to school with a cast on his arm. The fall had broken his arm.
    Jamika grew angry at the mention of Trisha’s name. “Heard what?” she was asking Mark.
    “Well, you know that they have you up against Trish for the ‘Most Popular’ superlative. She’s going around telling people that you like me and made me break up with her.”
    “I did not make you break up with her,” Jamika said.
    “I know, but you do like