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“Shut up,” I threw my greasy napkin at him.

“So what’s up with Aisha? She still texting and calling you?” He dusted off his hands and picked up thePlayStationcontroller.

“Yea,” I grabbed the other one. We were about to play a football game. “Since that day.” I didn’t want to disclose that Aisha had sent me naked pictures. That wasn’t Jack’s business and had I told him, I’m sure he would’ve wanted to see them. That, I wasn’t prepared for.

“You need to see what’s up with her. She’s obviously feeling you.”

“Yea. Maybe.”

We started the game.

“Maybe y’all can be in matching pajamas this year,” he laughed.

“Be quiet and play the game. I’m sick of you.”

We both laughed.

seven

Aisha Bell

Twenty four hourshad passed and Cordaé never called. I wasn’t upset just disappointed. I figured since he said he’d call that he’d do what he said. But here I was still waiting.

Deciding to clean my house, I put onNew Edition’s Christmasalbum. I hadn’t heard from Chardonnay and honestly, I wasn’t even tripn. I hoped she wasn’t upset about me telling her that I was interested in her brother but even if she was, I didn’t care.

After finishing my cleaning, I made myself a huge salad with cherry koolaid and plopped down on the couch resting.

Since it was the season of happiness and love, joy and giving, I turned on theHallmarkchannel to find some romance movie to watch.

It’s the season of giving,I repeated in my head.Gift giving.

Digging into my salad, I picked up my phone and called Cordaé.

“Hello, Aisha.” He greeted.

“You got me stored in? Awe, look at you,” I teased. “What are you doing?”

“Just at home. Jack came by but that’s it.”

“No family time today?”

“No. Char is busy and my parents are having a couples day.”

“That’s what you should be doing,” I moved from my couch and put my dishes in the sink.

“What? A couples day?” I could hear the confusion in his voice.

“Yea. With me,” I entered into my bedroom stripping out of my clothes.

“I’m single and girls don’t like me like that.”

“How do you know that?”

“By their body language,” he huffed. “You’re like the first girl to show any interest.”

“Really?” I found that hard to believe. “No female has ever flirted with you?”

“Not like you.”

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