door.
âSorry, weâre closed,â the saleswoman said, shrugging. âWeâre open at ten A.M. tomorrow.â
âI wonât be here tomorrow,â Lauren fumed.
âWell, Iâm sorry, but the register is shut down so you canât buy them tonight, and the storeâs closed,â the saleswoman said as she walked away.
âDamn,â Lauren said, pouting.
âUh, you gonna be all right?â Jermaine asked, only half joking.
Lauren sucked her teeth. âI wanted those shoes. She could have just got them for me right quick.â
âBut the store is closed, Lauren.â
âWhatever. Thatâs why she sells shoes for a living, evil ass,â Lauren huffed at the woman, but not loud enough for her to hear it, of course.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Jermaine asked, reeling back.
Lauren, lost in the moment, didnât catch on right away that sheâd offended Jermaine; she was too busy mumbling under her breath about how she was going to find time in the next few days to get back to Lenox, seeing as she had dance-squad practice for Homecoming, a Homecoming Dance decorations committee meeting, and, of course, no dibs on her sisterâs ride.
âYou know my moms used to sell shoes,â Jermaine snapped.
Now that she heard. âDamn, my bad, Jermaine, I didnât mean anything by that.â
âOf course, the shoes my moms was selling were much more practical than a pair of overpriced pink shoes that probably look a lot like all the other pink shoes you got in your closet,â Jermaine continued, still fuming.
Hold up, Lauren thoughtâ is he dissing me? Oh, hell to the no. âPractical? What you know about practical, with your pair of hundred-dollar tennis shoes? That look a lot like all the other tennis shoes you got in your closet?â
âThereâs a big difference between my sneakers and your shoes, trust me,â Jermaine said, readjusting his tone.
âHow you figure? You wear yours to get attention, and I do the same with mine,â Lauren said, still upset.
âNow thatâs where you wrong, shawty.â Jermainelaughed. âI wear my expensive sneakers to keep attention off of me. Ainât no way I could hit the block with the cheap shit and not catch crap from the dough boys, you feel me? But you, you could be in a hoodie and jeans and ten-dollar shoes from Payless, and Iâd still think you fly.â
Lauren wanted to giggle, but she felt like she still needed to give him some grief for talking about her shoe game. âBoy, what you know about Payless? Thatâs the kinda chicks you roll with?â
âNah,â Jermaine laughed nervously. âMy moms shops that wayâgot to. âCause selling shoes donât exactly pay all the bills.â
Lauren closed her mouth. She gave herself an imaginary kick in the ass and said a silent âdamnâ for good measure. Thing is, Jermaine wasnât embarrassed about this.
âI help her out a littleâyou know, I got this job down at the community center helping with the neighborhood kids over there. Thatâs until I get some bigger stuff bubblinâ.â
Just as Lauren was trying to figure out something to say to pull them out of this extremely awkward conversation, someone shouted an âoo-ooohâ call as a group of teens sidled up to them. Instinctively, Jermaine looked up and threw a hand signal at themâa gesture that made Lauren just a little nervous. Sheâd never, after all, dated someone who threw up what might be considered gang signs.
âYo, what up, gangsta,â one of the guys said to Jermaine, leaning in for a pound and round-the-way man hug.
âItâs all good, you know,â Jermaine said, massaging his chin between his forefinger and thumb. âGetting ready to go check out a flick.â
âAight then,â the guy said as his friends crowded Jermaine and Lauren.
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