Chapter One

A/N: I don't own this! I am in high school, dang!

"Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties." - Jules Renard

7 years later…

Jazmine

"So what happened last night, Jazmine?" Cindy asked on the other line as I held my end of the receiver away from my ear and tried to hunt down a taxi in New York City.

"Well," I told her as I passed the man behind me with some huge coat on even though it had to be ninety degrees outside, "He took me out to dinner."

"That's it?" Cindy was so loud that I jumped and almost landed on a man's lap, not that he seemed to mind. He smiled at me, wrinkles and all, before gesturing for me to sit down. I politely shook my head no before waving my arms like a mad woman, "I will come up there, Jazmine! All you have to do is say the words."

"Cindy," I rolled my eyes before noticing that a taxi man actually had pulled up, and thanks to my excess hair it looked like I was rolling them at him. He shook his head before asking me the location and taking off, luckily noting the phone in my hand, "It's not like you have to do that. I mean you are my maid of honor and all…"

"Oh my god, Jazmine!" Cindy squealed as something in the background crashed, "Cairo proposed? Oh my gosh! I'm so fucking happy for you!"

"Cindy-"

"And your bachelorette party is going to be off the chain," Cindy was still talking, "I mean everything you want, you'll get. I mean male strippers, cocktails, the whole eighty yards."

I shook my head at her statement, "Nine yards? And it doesn't matter Cindy. I'm not having a bachelorette party. Okay?"

"The hell you're not!" Cindy yelled so loudly that the driver shot me a look of sympathy and muttered something about controlling family matters, "This is like your last big hurrah! I am not letting you go out like a little-"

"Cindy!" I shouted in a warning tone, "Think very carefully about the words that are coming out of your mouth."

"Punk," She said in a final tone. I shrugged. It was better than what she was about to call me.

"Whatever," I shrugged, "We have about four months before the wedding so I guess by then you'll be at peace or whatever."

"Alright, girl!" Cindy smiled at me, "Good luck on that deal today. Those designers would be crazy not to choose your label!"

I chuckled, "Thanks, Cindy."

The taxi man was staring at me again. I tried to figure out what he wanted. After all, I once had an encounter with a man who demanded a burrito. Things like this only happened in New York.

"Are you retarded?" He asked me.

"Um, no?" I looked up from my seat, "Why?"

"We're here," He rolled his eyes, "For the fiftieth time that will be thirty three dollars."

"Oh," I answered sheepishly and handed him the money, "Sorry and thanks?"

"Just get out of here," He answered me with a scowl.

I happily obliged.

Huey

New York City was filled with some of the craziest people in one concentrated area that I had ever seen. I didn't know why any person on Earth would voluntarily choose to come here. The smell of hot dogs and the sight of insane drunks running down the street was more than enough to keep me away from this place. Unfortunately, that wasn't the only thing that was wrong with this place. It had mobsters, mafias, pollution, and overpriced crappy apartments...

In short, I hate it here.

Not that it matters, I'm here on pure business. After I graduated from Howard at age twenty, I decided to work as a detective. I was not only immediately hired but quickly became the most demanded one in the company. I worked alone half the time, and the other half of the time, the other detective they attempted to put with me would get upset that I worked far too hard and quit. I didn't care. I was used to loneliness. It really wasn't a problem for me.

This case was about a guy named Cairo. The name sounded pretty familiar to me, and I guessed that it would sound more familiar when I saw the pictures. Apparently, he seemed to be linked to numerous bank robberies around the area. Plus, the robberies always occurred in a brutal manner, bloody bodies so ruined that they were almost impossible to identify with pools of blood everywhere. They were never caught on camera, and they never left any evidence behind. Apparently, this had been going on for months, but nobody would even think to suspect the man.

He had contributed money to numerous service projects. He had opened numerous schools for the mentally and physically impaired. He was always helping others, and he was only about twenty three years old. He loved small children and animals. He believed in helping others and had a fiancé now. They did not want to disclose her name to me until later; they wanted to see if she was really vital to the case.

"Where to man?" A taxi driver asked me. He looked fairly annoyed by something, but it wasn't my duty to ask him what was wrong with him.

"Marks street," I told him as the cab pulled forward, and I went back into my own train of thought.

After Granddad had passed away last year, I had felt empty and angry all over again. At least back at Woodcrest, I had gotten used to the feeling of trusting others. But then, he passed away, and things changed. People who I had known forever were no longer close to me because I cut them off. I wanted nothing more to do with people and love. I didn't want to make myself closer to anybody else than I had to be, and after Riley moved in with Aunt Cookie back in Chicago, I made sure that I hightailed it out of Woodcrest and into D.C.

"Sir," The driver shot me a look, "We're here."

I nodded and handed him his money before stepping out of the cab. Great, it was sunny. Another great contradiction to his dark life seemed to pass him even now. I laughed bitterly. Nobody seemed to care that I was some angry looking person here. In New York, everybody had a problem. Everybody seemed to want to come here for problems to outrun. But whatever, I wasn't about to let that become my own problem. I had enough of my own.

I stepped into the building and came face to face with Lila, the newest secretary that thought she could come on to me whenever she pleased. It was quite creepy, honestly, and I had let her know on more than one occasion that I would never return her little unrequited crush that she had on me. And in response, she would simply giggle and blush, flipping her hair around like I really gave a damn about it. She was a little homely anyway. I didn't know why she would even attempt that with me.

Today, Lila had chosen to wear a too tight blue shirt squeezing the life out of her with a short khaki skirt and red heels. Her red lipstick yet again did not match her dark complexion, or at least, it didn't compliment in any positive way. Her eyes were covered in some sort of blue eye makeup that made me feel embarrassed to claim her as a fellow African American. Where did she think she was, the club?

"Hey, Huey," She called to me as I rolled my eyes at her. I know she wasn't about to start with me yet again.

"Hey," I responded as she began giggling yet again, "Where is the meeting?"

"Wait," She lowered her voice to what I guess was supposed to be a sultry tone, "Don't you want to ask me something?"

"Oh yeah," I looked towards her face, "Are you a stripper on the side or something? Because, you really look like even more of one today."

Her face fell, and I smirked in turn. I spun around on my heel and headed to the elevator as she mentioned that they were on the fifth floor. Now, I felt a little better about work. Well, maybe.

Jazmine

I love New York. It's filled with some of the most amazing, inspirational people on the planet. It's amazing how the different personalities mesh to create something beautiful, diverse. Here, dreams come true for many people. I love it here. Even the sun is shining. It's just such a lovely day. A lovely day that makes me smile like the lovely people on the lovely sidewalk.

"Hey!" A man's voice sounds from behind, "Get your shoes out of that dog's shit, dumbass!"

I look down in horror to note that he's correct, moving my feet so that they can get out of the dog's excrement. People are stopping to laugh and point. They even pull out their cameras and start taking pictures. I roll my eyes. As a matter of fact, forget what I just said about the "lovely" New York. Nothing is lovely about it.

"Dubois!" I heard a shrill voice come from the opposite direction, "Get out of that dog's poop!"

It was none other than my boss, Sheila Lancaster. I had been interning for her company for over a year. She was, in light terms, an asshole. But she did have one of the top fashion lines in the world, and she did have major success. It was just hard to remember that when she decided to complain about everything I did. And when I say everything, I do mean everything. Once, she even made me tint her windows because the sky wasn't blue enough for her.

"Alright," I grumbled as I stepped out of the poop and towards my boss.

"Stop!" She commanded with a screeching voice, "Take those two pairs of shoes off!"

I did as she said and took the two leather black shoes that she placed in my palms. Mrs. Lancaster took a match from her purse and lit my shoes on fire. I could only stare in shock before she dragged me away.

"And here we have the new in," Mrs. Lancaster explained as her dusty brown hair shook with the bobbing of her head as her models came in with her new designs on their shoulders, "Comes complete with a new set of fresh, spring colors that are sure to brighten even the most gloomy customers day!"

"Yes," The director, announced, "But it doesn't wow me, Sheila darling. Like you! You there! With the gorgeous dress!"

It was then that I noticed that everybody was looking at me.

"Me?" I managed to squawk out.

"Her?" Even Mrs. Lancaster seemed to have paused in a moment from shock, "But she's just an intern. I mean, there are tons of them better than her."

"But I'm talking to her, now," shot her a look as he spun around in his chair so that I could have a good look at him. He was about my color with a long head of hair, and glasses so polished that you could see your reflection in them. His jacket was definitely original. It had prints and colors around it that made it look hot, not homosexual. His hands were big and broad, and he wore a frown on his face that almost made me smile, "So you kind of move."

She did so as shot me his look instead, "So who designed that dress, honey?"

"Me?" I gulped as he shook his head at me. Mrs. Lancaster smirked in satisfaction, and even her models seemed to have quieted just to see what was going on.

"Well, are you asking me or telling me?" rose an eyebrow.

"She's just a girl," Mrs. Lancaster put an arm around my stiff shoulder, "She doesn't know what she wants yet. Give her just a few more years with her, and maybe she'll actually be able to stand on her own two feet."

That didn't make me feel any better. As a matter of fact it assisted in pissing me off further. How dare Mrs. Lancaster try to downgrade me. Not anymore, "Actually, I am a young lady with two feet that I can and will stand on, Mrs. Lancaster, and I designed it, Mr. Singe."

"Really?" looked me up and down with an amused expression on his face, "I am highly impressed, Miss Dubois. And it would be my pleasure if you would come and work with me. We are willing to pay you at least three hundred thousand dollars a year and fly you around the world, free of charge."

"What?" Mrs. Lancaster seemed to finally grasp what was happening as her age on her seemingly youthful face showed for a moment, "No, you are making a huge mistake. Listen to me. Listen!"

"Mrs. Lancaster take your seat," looked back at me, "Now, this is the opportunity of a lifetime. Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?"

I considered this for a moment. No more Mrs. Lancaster bitching over my shoulder? No more jealous coworkers who hated me for my creativity and people who actually cared about my attempts at fashion? I didn't even hesitate in my answer, "Yes! Thank you so much, sir. I won't let you down!"

"I'm sure you won't," He paused as he looked at Mrs. Lancaster, "You begin on Monday! Meeting adjourned."

As I walked down the hall, a hand stopped me. It was Mrs. Lancaster.

"You'll be sorry," She sneered at me like the wicked witch of the west, "You and I both know that you are far too incompetent to carry out such a task on your own. You can't handle the pressure. I know that you can't. You'll be crawling back to me sooner than you think. Jazmine, listen to me, sweetie. This is a tough business. You can't just diss me."

"But you can," I rolled my eyes at her, "Because that makes perfect sense. I can handle the pressure because I am perfectly capable of handling you. If I'm not mistaken, that makes me far past competent or incompetent for that matter. And nobody even says diss anymore. Goodbye, Mrs. Lancaster."

And with that, I turned on my heel and stepped over the dog shit rather than into it. I had better things to do than that.

Huey

"What took you so long, Freeman?" My boss, Mr. Gris asked me.

"Lila," I groaned as he let out a hearty laugh, "Why don't you fire her? She's really got some issues."

"Well, when she's not flirting, she actually does a fairly good job," Mr. Gris replied, "And besides, it's not like you guys are going to entertain it anyway."

I nodded. That sounded about right. All the detectives for the agency couldn't stand Lila. Even desperate men like Chris and Parker, who would approach any woman that moved, were turned off by Lila's approach to the whole process of dating.

"Well, okay," I looked up at Mr. Gris, "So the case."

Mr. Gris sighed, "You may want to drop this one, Freeman. It's complicated for you. This man's fiancé is somebody you know. She is actually somebody that you grew up with. Allegedly, you were very close to her according to the records on your file."

"Who? Cindy?" I shot him a look and then shrugged, "This is something I would actually expect for her to participate in anyway. She probably taught him how to be so brutal."

"Not her!" Mr. Gris slammed his fist on the desk as I looked at him with a bored expression, "Sorry. Her name is Jazmine Dubois. Ring any bells?"

And all of a sudden, every emotion that I had managed to lock away started to broil within my stomach, and I didn't like it. I didn't like it all.

"Freeman?" Mr. Gris sighed, "Look, I know how hard this must be for you, but we kind of need for you to go in undercover as her wedding planner."

That made my jaw drop. Mr. Gris had to be out of his mind, "Mr. Gris, if you don't mind me asking, have you lost your mind? I am not the kind of guy for planning weddings!"

"I mean if you want to drop it," Mr. Gris shrugged, "You can, but I wouldn't pass it up. This is big, and if you can keep your emotions out of the way, this can actually work out."

"Fine," I shrugged like I didn't care, "I'll do it, but no gay looking shirts or anything like that."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Mr. Gris grinned at me.

Jazmine

"Baby," I shouted as Cairo smiled down at me, "Guess what? Guess what!"

"You won the lottery?" He grinned as he pulled me into his arms and smirked before pecking me on the lips, "What's up, bay?

"No!" I squealed in his ear, "Mr. Singe's line from SoHo? They decided to hire me!"

Cairo began hollering with me as we danced around the house like crazy, dancing and smiling like we weren't totally crazy. We glanced up at each other before rolling around on the floor, laughing.

"So what did Mancaster say?" Cairo got up from the couch only to redden again and laugh.

"She was all like 'Jazmine can't stand on her own two feet. She's just a girl! Listen! Listen to me!" We both fell over laughing as I mocked her motions, getting up before kissing him again over and over.

"I am so proud of you, baby!" He told me as his own face lit up for me, "I knew you could do it."

"Thanks, Cairo," I poked him in the chest, "We should celebrate."

His whole tone changed as he looked at me with a smirk on his face, "You mean?"

"I mean," I told him as I grabbed my water from behind me and splashed him with it, laughing at his facial expression. His brown eyes widened before he began chasing me around the house. I was so busy shrieking and laughing that I didn't even notice what was going on. The doorbell was ringing. I could hear the pounding of a door and a loud shriek outside, calling my name. I could not believe this. No, way did she do this.

"Jazmine!" I could hear her outside the door now, "You'd better open this damn door!"

"Cindy?" I rose my eyebrow, "What the hell?"

She was still pounding away, "Yes, now, open the door!"

I pulled open the door so that she could get in. She looked beautiful, really. Her blonde hair hung down her back with her black spiky heels and her purple dress. Her eyes even sparkled with a maturity that she hadn't always possessed over the years. She had athletic legs from her years of playing basketball, and she had recently been drafted in the WNBA. She had that mischievous glint in her eyes too that I had come to love.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her as she sauntered past me, "I just told you about the engagement, and you just got drafted. Have you simply lost your mind?"

"Jazmine," She waved her hand at me with a small gesture and pushed me aside before flopping down to an agape Cairo on the couch, "We have work to do. Okay?"

I rolled my eyes at her as I patted Cairo on the back sympathetically, "Babe, are you okay?"

His smile returned as he burst out laughing, "Yeah, it's your friend here we should worried about! She can't even speak to me, but it's okay!"

"Hey, Cairo!" Cindy laughed at his pretend tears before giving him a huge hug, "I'm perfectly sane though. You guys can calm down, and that's real."

"So," I settled on Cairo's lap and ignored the pretend vomiting Cindy was doing, "What are you doing here again? I must have missed it or something."

"We have planning to do," Cindy said as she gave me a hard look, "After hearing about your fashion deal with Mr. Singe's line.."

"And how did you hear about that?" I asked her as she rolled her eyes again. She flipped her hair before winking at me.

"One of my many connections," She shrugged as she pulled me off of Cairo and wedged me between him and her, making a tight sandwich, "But that's not as important as what you have to start getting done."

"Cindy!" I hopped up from the couch and began pacing the room, acting like a madwoman of some sorts, "We have four months! What are you talking about?"

"Great weddings take great planning, and with your new job, you're going to have less time than you think," Cindy got up and caught my arm so that I would look at her, "And I've already started on one of the most important parts of the wedding, and yes, I'm paying for this before you ask."

"Well," I paused as I took a look at Cairo, "Um, kitchen?"

"Gladly," He smiled at me before moving me from Cindy's grasp, "Do you want anything, Cindy?"

"Nah," Cindy grinned at the both of us before pulling out some large sparkling bottle, "I have it covered, kids."

"Um," I nodded towards the kitchen, "Holler if you need anything!"

Huey

I'm normally against saying and doing a lot of things. Really, I'm not a hypocrite or anything like that. It's just that when they pulled out that fluffy purple shirt and expected me to wear it, they couldn't have expected anything good to come out of it. I mean, seriously. It's like asking for gay people to be attracted to you. It took a lot of persuasion –and fighting- to get me into this travesty in the first place. I hate this. As a matter of fact, I still hate this.

1 hour earlier…

"We have your outfit, Freeman," Mr. Gris announced to me as an audible chuckle was held in his voice, "It is as un-homo as un-homo can get."

"Well," I turned around to face him, "That's refreshing. So where is it?"

"Um," He pointed in a direction behind me before taking a few steps backward, "Right there?"

I turned around and came face to face with a purple shirt. It was cut down so that it exposed my chest, and it was cut off midpoint. I looked on in horror as all my other comrades, excuse me coworkers, snickered like kindergartners while my boss looked on awkwardly for some sort of reaction to the most homo shirt on the planet Earth. Plus, it had my name scrawled across the front of the chest part with flowers and lip outlines around it. They had even managed to put my name on the front of the damned thing. And the only thing that I could even dream of saying was…

"What the fuck is that?"

More howls of laughter erupted through the office as Bill, the big guy with the freckles and stained shirt gave me a pat on the shoulder.

"Hey man," He said as he wiped the tears from his eyes, "You are most definitely going to get some free meals and numbers with that, man!"

"Wooh! Drinks here for my man, Freeman!" Another man, Shawn announced as he howled along with them, "I think he's going to need them."

"Now, now," Mr. Gris shot them all a dirty look, "There is no need for such behavior. After all, he's going to experience enough of that on the streets, the bar, and at the club with his new man friends."

Everybody howled into laughter as I got even angrier, taking out my lighter and preparing to torch the damned fabric so it would never touch my body. Soon, I felt a group of hands reach out and hold me back as I reached out for it. I would burn that shit. I would pour alcohol all over it so I would never have to suffer again.

"Whoa, man," Bill announced as he strained to hold me back, "Calm down."

"Why the hell do I have to wear this?" I held it up, "Can't I just wear a really tight black shirt or something?"

"Well," Mr. Gris rubbed his chin in thought, "Okay, but I think that one would really keep your cover from being blown."

"Do you want people to think I'm gay?" I raised my eyebrows at them all before they only fell onto the ground in response with laughter, "This is cruel and unusual punishment. This is a damn disgrace! Martin Luther King and Malcom X did not get killed for me to do this!"

"Freeman," Mr. Gris raised his hands in offense before walking up to me, "We just want Cairo to think that there's no way that he could lose you to Jazmine. And if you're gay, he can't think you stood a chance."

There it was again, that pain in my chest when he said that I didn't stand a chance. It wasn't that I cared or anything, but damn, didn't everybody have a chance. Anybody? Even me?

"Freeman," Mr. Gris snapped his fingers in my face so that I would listen to whatever he was saying, "Are you sure you're up for this. I mean, after the history you two had…"

"Freeman has a history with a woman?" Bill howled loudly, "And a beautiful one at that? Man, Freeman! No wonder you're so pissed all the time. I can't believe you hit that!"

"Whatever," I growled so that everybody looked up at me and backed off, "I don't care. I haven't even talked to her for about six years, and besides, she's getting married. That was years ago. I have no attachments to Jazmine, not anymore."

"Ouch, Freeman," Shawn looked up at me, "You sound really pissed. Are you-"

"Yes, I am," I looked up at them, "So when are they starting?"

Mr. Gris chuckled, "Right, now actually. Poor, Jazmine. Um, you do know Cindy McPhearson right?"

"Ohhh shit!" Gary yelled out. His muscles clenching together, "That white girl plays like a black Kobe Bryant, only better and without the attitude. Plus, she's sexy as hell! I'd tap that!"

"I'm sure you would," I grumbled as I walked out of the door.

"Wait, you knew her too?" Gary hollered as I passed him, "Hook a brother up with her, man! Oh man the things that I would-"

I slammed the door before he could finish. Gary Fisher and Cindy McPhearson together were not about to be a part of any thoughts in my mind.

Jazmine

"Well," Cairo shrugged, "She is paying, and she does seem genuine, babe. I say go for it."

"I mean are you sure you don't want me to get rid of Cindy?" I grinned as I kissed him and sat on our countertop, "Because I can."

"No," He shot me that gorgeous smile that I fell in love with before grabbing my hand and kissing it, "You're mine for a while anyways, so I think I can share."

"Oh my god," I swooned, "What did I ever do to deserve a man like you?"

"Well-"

"Jazzy! Jazzy!" Cindy called at the top of her lungs as both Cairo and I took off from our kitchen only to see Cindy lounging on the couch with about fifty people in our living room.

"Cindy," I began as I took a deep breath, "What's going on?"

"We're interviewing wedding planners," Cindy gestured for me to sit, "Let's go."

Twenty minutes, a fist fight, an argument and a bruise later...

"I am Sekawaniqua," The woman told us. She ran a hand through her pink weave and smacked her gum like a cow with cud, "I like getting high, twerking, and having a partay! I can hook you up with whatever you need, gurl! Ohh, this house is nice! It looks all expensive and shit!"

"Next!" Cindy shouted as she waved her hand.

"I am Dark Rain," Some lady with goth makeup on and black hair with a pale face, "I like listening to the screams of young children and the smell of blood on the pavement. I think that fire is a great resource for all froms of torture. I think that any person has the ability to control the minds of the innocent with the right amount of evil. The dead are better off than we are. They don't have to see the stupid things that are happiness. They can leave in perfect peace with the darkness of demons."

"Um," I looked around as I shot him both Cindy and Cairo a look. Their mouths were hanging open before they saw my gaze and shouted, "Next!"

"I am Miss Penny," An elderly lady with a doily smiled at us, "I have three grandchildren, a dog, a cat…"

"Next!" Cairo yawned as the old lady hit him upside the head with her bag and called him numerous obscenities, "Ouch, lady! Watch it!"

"I am Latishapapa," A girl told us as she popped gum, "I am the most down bitch.."

"Wait," Cindy removed the black hair to reveal Sekawaniqua's pink har, "You've been here! Next!"

"Hello," A woman so gorgeous walked in that even I had to stare in awe. She had long hair, curves, and light skin to match her golden eyes. Her nails were done, and she was radiant with a smile that could attract flies. Her blue dress clung to her body but complimented her. I didn't like her already, "I'm Aubrey Danielle Washington, and I have many capabilities to serve as your wedding planner."

"Uh huh," Cindy narrowed her eyes, "With that tight ass dress on, I'm sure you do!"

"Right," She nodded before looking at Cairo and smiling like he was the only one there, "So anyways, I have worked with many many grooms,"

"Grooms?" Cindy and I exclaimed as we shot her a look, "What about the bride?"

"You must be his mother," Aubrey extended her hand towards me.

"Next!" I hollered, pushing her out of the door so quickly that she couldn't even respond.

"And I think that," The half dressed blonde woman gestured towards Cairo, "My experience as an ex- stripper would satisfy every man at the bachelor's party."

"Back up," I told the woman, with nothing on but a orange bra and panties. She instantly shot me a look as I said, "Next!"

"I think that I would be good becuz," The man was wearing a skirt and a long shirt. He also had on pink lipstick and stood up with his hands on his hips, "I love kids?"

"Hell naw!" Cairo rolled his eyes, "Next!"

And even I couldn't have anticipated who walked in with a tight black shirt and that same afro. I hadn't seen him in years, so maybe it wasn't him.

"Aw hell naw!" Cindy wrapped her arms around me, "What are you doing here?"

"Um," His voice had gotten deeper and more seductive. Oh, lord. Take me now, please, "I came to apply for the wedding planner job?"

"You're a wedding planner," Cindy repeated as though she hadn't heard him talk, "Oh my god! Huey, are you gay?"

"No!" Huey rolled his eyes, but all I could see was how much more mature he had grown. Especially physically, I smirked.

"Huey," Cairo rubbed his chin, "Why does that sound familiar?"

"I wouldn't strain myself," Cindy patted him on the shoulders, "You're the one getting married to Jazmine. That's all you need to worry about. Well, Jazmine, you okay with this?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" I shrugged like my heart wasn't beating a million times a minute, "Come on, Huey. It's not like anybody we've interviewed is any better."

"Okay, I'm Huey Freeman," He shot both Cindy and I a look, "I don't lie. I don't steal. I'm harsh; I have a consistent history of pointing out what others don't want to say. I don't like people that much, but I'll do the best I can to do whatever you want. You guys should know that much about me."

"Yes!" Cairo whispered to me so that Huey wouldn't hear, "I think he's gay, so this is perfect."

"Hey!" I half laughed, "I wasn't jealous of those girls who came on to you tonight!"

"But you threw them out the door," Cairo pointed at the bruised woman looking at us through the windows.

"I also have mace," Huey shrugged.

"Hired!" Cindy, Cairo, and I all yelled. And that was that. That's basically the thing that would change my whole life forever and ever. I just didn't know it yet. I didn't know anything.

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