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dating working out?”
    The question freaked out Tyler. The drama between him and Deon had preoccupied his mind for so long, he didn’t know how to answer. “Umm, I don’t date a whole lot. I’ve got a lot of shit going on, so I don’t have the time.”
    “ I don’t buy it,” said Dan, disbelieving. “You’re a handsome guy. I’m sure the girls give you all sorts of time and affection.”
    Tyler swung open the glass doors and became transfixed by the assortment of flavors. They stood side-by-side as the juice virgin struggled to make a decision. “I have no idea what to get,” Tyler said, giving up.
    To help him out, Dan reached over and put his left arm around Tyler’s shoulders and his hand on his other shoulder and then pointed at the selections. “They all taste good, especially the darker berries, like blueberry.” And there it is, Tyler finally admitted to himself; a guy hit on him for the first time—and he liked it. Could he be any more obvious he likes me?
     
    CHAPTER 7
     
    He needed action and he didn’t care how he got it. Deon and his gang were bored and looking to make trouble. They lounged in his dilapidated Chevy Caprice with the windows open and Snoop Dog blaring. His buddy Labron passed him a doobie, and he took another hit. He let the smoke slowly exhale as his mind became numb from the weed. As if on command, an idea presented itself in the form of a tricked-out Cadillac Escalade pulling into a space on the opposite side of the parking lot.
    “ Yo, guys, look what mother-fucker dropped by,” Deon said as Labron and the two in back strained to see what got his attention.
    “ Dat chocolate?” asked Labron. “We should go fuck his shit up. Little faggot fuck thinks he can go anywhere.”
    Deon put his hand up to silence his friend. As much as he liked his Labron, sometimes he talked too much. “Whoa, check it out; dude’s with a white guy. Think they’re fucking each other in the ass?”
    “ I thought that’s what you was into, Deon,” Jamal teased from the back seat. Without replying, Deon reached around and clocked him on the shoulder as hard as he could.
    “ What the fuck was that for?” asked Jamal as he winced in pain.
    Without answering, Deon sprung from the car in pursuit of action. The other three followed and sprinted to catch up. Fifteen seconds later, Deon made his way inside the juice bar and laid eyes on his two targets.
    Like a cat stalking its prey, Deon went unnoticed as he stepped through the doors. The scene before him was all the ammunition in the world he needed to make Tyler’s life hell. With a wry smile, he watched as Dan placed his arm around Tyler in a show of affection. Motherfuckers really are a bunch of faggots , he thought as he strutted toward the two. A moment later, Deon swung his hands around the outside of both of their shoulders. “What brings you two hoes in here? I didn’t know they let faggots inside school,” he mocked as Dan withdrew his arm to his side and turned. Labron and the others surrounded them and snickered as they traded fist bumps.
    Labron stood behind Dan and sniffed him. “Smells like faggot, too,” he said.
    The manager noticed the imminent fight and commanded, “You boys take your shit outside before I call the cops.”
    “ Mind your own fucking business, old man,” said Deon in defense.
     
    Seeing the situation disintegrating, Dan knew he needed to act swiftly to avoid being hurt. The only way to gain an upper hand in a situation like that was through surprise. He also knew the thugs wouldn’t expect a pretty blond kid to fight a black one, much less them.
    With a lightning-fast move, instincts took over as Dan swung his right palm into Labron’s chin, sending him sprawling to the floor. The impact rendered him unconscious, but was light enough not to break his jaw. Deon reacted a second late as Dan made a vicious chopping motion with the side of his right hand into the base of his neck, an area packed with