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respond.”
    “And what about, Kimberlyn?”
    “I can’t control her, but I will try and convince her. She’s a smart girl, so I’m sure she won’t fuck with it.”
    I looked over at Goldie and she was nodding.
    “Yeah, you should make sure she doesn’t.”
    A part of me felt like what Goldie was saying was very much true. It went along with all the rumors we’d heard over time. The other part of me felt like she was just a hater, and didn’t want anybody dating a Quinton if she couldn’t.
     

Chapter Two: Goldie Taylor
    I got home from dropping Matikah off, and I will admit I was a bit bummed. I didn’t even talk to Britain, I just sat there staring at him like a fool. He was so much better looking up close, and I wanted to just jump on him. Too bad he had a bitch sucking him off right in the open like a for real hoe. Some bitches really had no self-respect at all!
    As I approached my apartment building, I saw my ex-boyfriend, Ethan, leaning up against the wall smiling at me. I rolled my eyes because I was not in the mood for this shit. My night was already ruined, and his nutty ass was just gonna make it worse.
    “Damn shorty, you look good. Where was you?” he asked and stood behind me as I unlocked my door.
    Ethan was very handsome. He had smooth dark skin, dreads, and always dressed nice. You will learn I have a thing for men with dreads, hence my interest in Britain’s fine ass. Although Ethan was good looking, he was no Britain for sure.
    “You know where I was Ethan, I was where everyone else was tonight.”
    “Oh, at that Quinton party? You better not had been letting niggas feel all on you.”
    “Oh, now you care about other niggas being in my face? I could’ve sworn you begged me to be in an open relationship when we were together.”
    “True, but I was still your nigga so it was different.” He followed me into the house.
    Ethan and I met four years ago when I was seventeen years old. It was during the time when I was still living with my mom and under her strict rules. I barely got out, so when I met bad boy Ethan, I was hooked. He had me sneaking out and missing bible class just to be with him. I thought I was in love, especially because we’d been together for two years. Once we hit that two-year mark though, he came to me with that open relationship shit. He only requested it after I’d found out that he’d been cheating on me with every Sarah, Jane, and Mary in the city of Boston. Because I was dumb and in love, I agreed to the shit, but was miserable the whole time.
    About five months into our ‘open relationship’ I broke it off with him, and had been having a hard time staying strong. Thank God for my best friends, Kimberlyn and Matikah, because without them, I may have reverted. They kept me busy by always hanging out with me, even when I would try to cure my broken heart by going to chill with random niggas. I never fucked them because I just couldn’t do it, but it did ruin my reputation a little since I was seen going to their houses and chilling with them. Anyway, here we are two years later, and Ethan is still on my bumper.
    I will admit, I did let him fuck me a couple times over the years we’d been broken up, but it was just because I was horny and didn’t want some random smashing me. I cut that off about eight months ago though, so now he was buggin’.
    “What do you want, Ethan? I’m ready to go to bed.”
    “I want you. I came to talk. I’m twenty-five now, and I wanna settle down,” he pleaded, before moving his dreads from his face.
    I stared into his eyes before bursting into a fit of laughter. This nigga had to be fuckin’ kidding me. There was no way I would ever believe a word that came from those lips of his.
    “I’m serious!” he barked, obviously offended by me taking him for a joke.
    “Boy, you must’ve been at the party drinking, and a lot, if you think I’m gonna be convinced of these lies you tell.” I plopped down on the couch next to him