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you sure? Because the way you talk, bringing on the apocalypse is the goal of every human.”
    “What would you know of the kayamata ?”
    “The what?” The way he gazed at me triggered every sensor in my body and not in a good way.
    “The apocalypse, Glory. What do you know of it?”
    I frowned. “What are you talking about? I don’t know shit about any apocalypse.”
    His expression said he didn’t believe me.
    “You can go, Irving,” I said, not caring to understand. “I’ll get home just fine.”
    He hesitated, just like the last time. It didn’t make any sense. He didn’t seem to like me and made it clear being around me was a burden on his life. So why did he hesitate?
    Irving opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.
    “Go already!” I practically shouted. I wanted to punch myself in the face at the wounded way I sounded. Another student passed by at that moment, avoiding all eye contact, and that just pissed me off more. Irving was making me feel like a fool, and one thing I didn’t do was let men make a fool of me.
    “Get the fuck away from me, Irving,” I growled, feeling the pissed off tears welling up in my eyes. “Now. I’m commanding you to leave. Go! Now!”
    The look Irving gave me just confused me more. It was apologetic and angry at the same time, but he was smart enough not to try and argue me down.
    “Your wish is my command, Glory,” he mumbled. Then, without a care for being seen, and damn sure without a care for me, Irving disappeared.
    For a moment, I just stood there trying to understand what the hell had happened. Had I honestly let this jerk Djinn get to me to the point that I was about to cry ? I wasn’t a crier. I didn’t shed precious tears over men. Especially men I’d just met. Even more so men who looked down on me from their fucking magic carpet with all the arrogance of a bastard who had already pinned all kinds of assumptions on me without even taking a moment to realize that he didn’t know a damn thing about me.
    I wobbled on shaky knees to the bus stop and shook with rage the entire ride home. Ash was laid up watching television when I burst through the front door, disheveled and red in the face. One glance at me and she knew something was up.
    She leapt to her feet and threw the remote on the couch. “You grab the trash bags, I’ll get the shovel.”
    I waved her down. “Nobody’s dead…yet.” Throwing down my backpack, I leapt over the back of the couch and settled in. “Irving just pissed me off, but it’s nothing.”
    “Better not be,” she grunted as she dropped back beside me. “But if it ever becomes something , he’s a fucking corpse.”
    I grinned despite my pissivity. “Woman, you should come with a warning label. Don’t fuck with me. No one will find your body. ”
    “Damn right,” Ash said with a laugh. “Don’t fuck with me, and for damn sure, don’t fuck with my Glory.”
    I looked at her. “That’s why I love you. You always have my back.”
    She nodded. “And I’m putting that little line on a t-shirt too. It was pretty good.” We shared a laugh.
    “Wanna have a girl’s night?” I suggested as I watched Ash flick through the channels. It was the middle of the day so nothing was on but a bunch of bullshit.
    “You know I do.” Girl’s night always included take out food from four of our favorite restaurants, action flicks, and on-demand karaoke via cable TV, which would last well into the wee hours of the morning if Ash had anything to say about it.
    “Rocky Road ice cream for dessert?”
    “And chocolate cake,” Ash added. “Ooh, and chocolate chip cookies!”
    I laughed. “No wonder your ass has spread like peanut butter. You eat like a cow out to pasture.”
    “Fuck you. I get nothing but compliments and praise about this ass. Men like curves and booty, I don’t give a shit what society would have you think.”
    “What?” I had a sudden revelation. Not about men loving curves, I already knew