“Come on, Reese, I didn’t come up here with you so you could rush me. I gotta make sure my fit is tight for tonight.”

“Tonight? What’s going down tonight?” Reese asked, clueless as to what Rhonda was talking about.

“Reese, have you been vacationing on another planet? The party at Exit is popping off. True and his peoples are performing. Don B. is footing the bill and everybody is gonna be there. Reese, how you gonna fuck a nigga and he ain’t even tell you he was throwing the party of the summer the following night?”

“Oh … Don B. mentioned it to me, but it slipped my mind,” Reese lied. “I already got my fit, but I do need to snatch some shoes. Come with me over here,” Reese said, heading into the nearest shoe store. The two girls made conversation while Reese selected a pair of shoes for the party. She felt kind of dissed that Don B. hadn’t invited her to the party, but she told herself that they were all too fucked up to think about it. She had had her fifteen minutes of fame and shame and was good on both, but Rhonda kept bringing it up. She knew that deep down Rhonda was jealous that she had fucked Don B. Sure, she popped off with True, but he wasn’t the Don. Rhonda was used to having one up on Reese when it came to men, but this time the tables had been turned.

“I wonder what Yoshi and them is gonna wear to the party?” Reese said offhandedly.

“You know Yoshi like to have all the light on her, so she probably gonna wear some freak shit. And that bitch Billy will probably be wearing a suit from the Men’s Warehouse,” Rhonda said sarcastically.

“Why you always got some slick shit to say about Billy? You hang with her every day, but you stay talking about her.”

“What you getting so defensive about? You act like you bumping cats wit’ the bitch, Reese.”

Reese snaked her neck. “Don’t play with me, bitch. You know I only do dick.”

“That’s the same thing ya girl be saying.”

“Rhonda, do you really think Billy is a dyke?”

Rhonda thought about it for a moment before answering. “Yo, you know I got mad love for Billy, but I heard some shit that’s making me wonder if ol’ girl really dines at the Y.”

“What you heard?” Reese asked, not bothering to hide her anticipation to hear the latest hood gossip.

“Reese, if I tell you this, I swear to God, you better not open your mouth,” Rhonda told her seriously.

“Come on, Rhonda, this shit is gonna stay between us,” Reese assured her.

“Well, you know Billy been hanging with them dyke bitches since back in her varsity days in high school, as far as we know, on some cool shit.”

“Yeah, that ho Jean and her peoples.”