Once I was done, I went to get a gift bag. 
                          
After I put her gift in my car, I met back up with Stink and Tab. We ended up at the food court talking.
                          
"Damn dude. Y'all really hanging with this burnt bitch?" I looked up to see Steven standing in front of us.
                          
"Steven go to hell! She ain't did nothing to you." Micah growled.
                          
"Yes she did. She hurt my eyes with her ugly ass. Being that ugly should be crime." Steven laughed.
                          
"Bruh, you must not get any pussy. Growing up, my mom used to say if a boy picks on a girl, that means he likes her. You crushin' or some shit nigga?" Tab asked as he stabbed his sweet and sour chicken.
                          
"On that bitch? Hell nah nigga. If anything, she would be a quick nut." 
                          
I got up quietly and walked away.
                          
"Steven, you're fucked up for that! Why would you keep picking on her? You seriously need to grow up!" Stink shouted and came after me. 
                          
"Please don't let him get to you. You're beautiful Rosalina." 
                          
"Thanks Micah. I'll see you tomorrow night." 
                          
"Okay boo." 
                          
We hugged and I got in my car, heading towards home. I arrived shortly and went inside, greeting my parents.
                          
"Hey baby love, how was school?" My dad asked as he engulfed me in a warm embrace.
                          
"It was good. Mom told you I went to the mall after, right?" 
                          
"Yeppity yep yep. Fasho fasho. Mmhm." 
                          
I looked at my father crazily as he rapidly nodded.
                          
"You can stop now kid." I said, steadily watching him.
                          
"Thank God. My head got a headache." 
                          
I shook my head at my daddy. Between him, my uncle Romello and my little cousin Ray Ray, I didn't know who was worse.
                          
"So you got a friend huh?" 
                          
"Yes sir." 
                          
"Good. I'm proud of you sweetie pie." 
                          
"I know daddy. How is football?" 
                          
"Dope! Yo, let me tell you about practice. This rookie gonna try to play me saying I was old. Me. The Romeo Montana. I showed him old though. Tackled that ass six times today." 
                          
"Dad, you are kinda old." 
                          
"See, why you gotta play me like that? I might be old, but my game too young. I still get asked for ID when I go to the club. Calling me old. Shiiiit!" 
                          
My mom walked into the kitchen and we both watched my father rant. 
                          
"I believe he special." 
                          
"Too much time around Uncle Mello." 
                          
"Exactly baby." 
                          
We laughed and high five before starting on dinner.
                          
"Oh, can I go to my friend Micah's party tomorrow night?" I asked my parents as I made the salad.
                          
"Yes, just be home by curfew." Daddy said from behind us as he fried some chicken.
                          
"What he said." 
                          
"Okay thanks." 
                          
"Mmhm."
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The next night