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because she was the only one who could spar with him and keep up in the boxing ring. She was almost as good as he was. The only thing about Royala that he couldn’t handle sometimes was her temper. It was as if she had something to prove to the world. She’d been put out of school at least ten times since he first met her a year ago. As bad as she was, she only put it to people who fucked with her family or friends, so Nyzon could tolerate her fighter spirit.
    Lazarick on the other hand looked like a young Al B. Sure with hazel brown eyes like his sister’s. But Lazarick had a mouth and a tendency to run it. Lazarick hated on him a lot and for a while Nyzon thought he wanted to be him. But because he fucked with Royala, he dealt with him too.
    “So you still messin’ with that girl with the Jheri Curl?” Nyzon asked Lazarick as they walked to his locker.
    “Naw…I already got that.” He smiled, rubbing his hairless goatee. “She be on my dick hard now.”
    “Stop lyin’!” Royala frowned at her twin. “That girl stopped messin’ with you to fuck with Jordan. So why you frontin’?”
    “Hold up, she left you for pissy, no-neck Jordan?” Nyzon asked, all prepared to clown him if it was true.
    “Man, shut up!” Lazarick said, unconsciously checking Nyzon’s fresh haircut with the part down the middle. “I see you got that bush taken down.”
    “Yeah…you rides with this joint don’t you?” he said, smoothing his hair with his hand. “Everybody can’t be as fine as me.”
    “You always thinkin’ somebody bitin’ your style. I got my own flava!” Lazarick brushed his shirt with his hands.
    “Damn! Who’s the new girl?” Lazarick interrupted, looking in her direction, away from them. All jokes ceased. And she had their undivided attention. Her thick, phat ass filled her Guess jeans out fully, as she switched in their direction. To be twelve she had a body like a woman but a face like a baby. “Cause I’ma hit that if it’s the last thing I do.”
    She walked past them and smiled.
    “That looks like my flava,” Royala added.
    “Ain’t nobody playin’ the licky, licky parade wit your ass!” Lazarick joked.
    “Yeah well both of ya’ll don’t waste your time. Cause I’m bout to find out! She look like my speed. So let me show ya’ll how it’s done.” Nyzon said, running behind her. “I’ll get up with yall later.” He always had to be the first to put in dibs on a new girl.
    He’d almost caught up with her until she suddenly turned around and stopped dead in her tracks. Instantly he collided head first into the pretty caramel-colored girl with a sandy-colored mushroom haircut.
    “Ouch!” she yelled.
    “Shit!” he responded.
    They rubbed their heads, trying to wipe away the pain. When he looked down he noticed something on the floor. He’d knocked a piece of paper out of her hands.
    “Sorry,” he said, knowing it was his fault.
    He was about to pick up her paper, but caught a look at her face. He couldn’t move. She was beautiful…almost as pretty as Angel, his babysitter, the one girl he had a crush on forever.
    “So you gonna stare at me or pick my paper up?” her breath smelled like the banana Now and Later candy.
    He picked the paper off the floor and handed it to her.
    “Thanks…now can you tell me where the office is? It’s my first day.” She looked around as if she hoped to find it herself.
    “I will if you give me your name.” Nyzon tried to gain his composure.
    Instead of her telling him, she pointed to his head and started laughing.
    “What?”
    “It’s…your…head.” The girl held her stomach and bent over with laughter.
    “What about it?” he asked, rubbing his head. The moment he did he felt a little knot forming next to the part in his scalp. “Shoot!”
    It was impossible to be cute with a knot on his face.
    “Don’t worry. It’ll be okay.” She flashed a dimpled smile. “Just put a little ice on it when you get home.” She reached up