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  Who You Wit’?

  Also by Paula Chase

  SO NOT THE DRAMA

  DON’T GET IT TWISTED

  THAT’S WHAT’S UP!

  Who You Wit’?

  A Del Rio Bay Novel

  Paula Chase

  KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

  http://www.kensingtonbooks.com

  For my fam

  Contents

  The Fifteen-Minute Make-out

  Gldngirl

  Virginity Pact

  “First Times Suck”

  Competition

  S*#% Happens…All the Time

  Good Boys vs. Bad Boys

  Tomorrow

  Pinky Rings and Promises

  Single Teen Mom

  Outing Secrets

  “Do you want a pickle?”

  Busted

  Game Over!

  Sprung

  Guess who’s coming for pizza?

  “Dude, This Sucks”

  Dividing Lines

  Guy Time

  Real Talk

  On the Rebound Tip

  Compromising Positions

  Confessions

  Scenes from a Prom: Act One, Scene One

  Scenes from a Prom: Act One, Scene Two

  Prom Nightus Interruptus

  Scenes from a Prom: Act One, Scene Three

  Scenes from a Prom:Act One, Scene Four

  The L Word

  The Aftermath

  Consequences and Repercussions

  Positively Negative

  Epilogue: Blessings & Curses

  Discussion Questions

  The Gang’s All Here

  The Fifteen-Minute Make-out

  “I hate how much I love you boy.”

  —Rihanna ft. Ne-Yo, “Hate That I Love You”

  It feels too good.

  It feels too good.

  It feels too good.

  Lizzie chanted to herself to break the spell of the warm frenzy building between her and Todd as he nibbled at her ear and stroked her side. Her breath hitched. Every time she attempted to move an inch or say something to slow the rush, he’d do something magical with his fingers or lips.

  She tried again, managing to move her head an inch.

  Victory.

  She parted her lips to say something (anything), and Todd’s lips moved to hers. She instinctively kissed him back, rolling the icy cool taste of Orbit spearmint around her tongue, savoring it. It was hard to chew gum now without thinking of Todd and flushing.

  As a matter-of-fact, it was hard to do a lot of things without thinking of Todd.

  The realization struck her dumb.

  No matter how hard she tried, it was hard to connect that a practical, straight A, theatre geek like her not only had a serious boyfriend, but a popular, honest-to-goodness hot guy as well.

  Six-foot one; blue eyes; unruly, light walnuty hair highlighted blond; and ready with a joke the second he opened his mouth, Todd had a hot surfer dude look going. Truth be told, even when he let the blond grow out, he was easy on the eyes. He was also a full member of Club Six-Pack. And his biceps and chest weren’t bad, either. If Lizzie hadn’t seen his body change with her own eyes, she would have never believed someone could go from skinny to sculpted in two years.

  Yet it still took her by surprise when girls went out of their way to flirt with him or give her nasty looks when she and Todd walked down the hall together. To her, he was still the goofy, too skinny T who used to shadow JZ like a puppy when they were ten years old. Because of that, and their middle school friendship, she and Todd were a comfortable couple. She never felt self-conscious around him because whenever her nerves would attempt a takeover, like worrying that she had food stuck in her teeth and she had to get it off before he saw it, Todd would poke fun at it, reminding her that he didn’t care about her being the perfect girl.

  Everyone seemed to know Todd was hot, except Todd.

  That made it easy to get caught up in his charm.

  Except…Lizzie wasn’t ready to be completely gaga.

  She was changing, and some of the changes felt good. Really good, in fact.

  But mostly, they were unsettling. Like now. Why couldn’t she open her mouth to say, “Hey, let’s take a break?”

  How come her brain was directing her body to move, get up, put some space between her and Todd, and her body wouldn’t obey?

  Todd was becoming a priority in ways Lizzie had always secretly vowed no guy ever would.

  Flubbing lines in theatre when he popped into her mind. Getting a B on her Chem test after their first real argument—she didn’t recognize herself sometimes.

  But things were about to take a turn if all went according to plan.

  Todd’s kisses rained down on her in quick pecks, like a yappy dog nipping at her heel. She met his lips with her own slow, but firm kisses encouraging him to gel with her, easing him back a little until their kissing was in sync. Her resolve melted. It always did around the twelve-minute make-out mark. Instead of panicking that things were going too far, Lizzie gave in, savoring Todd’s warm breath on her neck, ears, then his lips on hers.

  Step one of her plan would kick in in exactly five…

  Todd’s tongue darted in her mouth for a quick visit, then was gone.

  Four…

  His hands pushed her shirt up just enough so Lizzie could feel their coolness on her warm belly.

  Three…

  He stroked her waist, careful not to go near her armpit (he’d learned the hard way that she’d burst into a fit of giggles, busting up the mood) but working closer to her bra.

  Two…

  Lizzie inhaled sharply as his hands made soft, smooth circles on her belly.

  One…

  Todd’s fingers were on the front clasp of her bra just as Lizzie’s cell phone blared “One” from A Chorus Line, filling the room, “One, singular sensation, ev’ry little step she takes.”

  Todd hesitated for a fleeting second.

  Lizzie pushed herself upright. Her chest heaved as she ran her fingers through her tousled hair.

  Todd’s eyes, wide with surprise, skated from Lizzie to the phone in confusion.

  Lizzie kneeled against the sofa, picked the phone up, and turned off the alarm she’d set right before she and Todd began making out. She was getting so good at doing it, fingers flying to set it before the kissing began, he never noticed. Smiling, she dipped her head and bunched her cascade of blond hair into a quick and dirty ponytail before standing up. She put her hand out to help Todd up from the floor.

  His long body unfolded into a standing position where he towered a full foot over Lizzie.

  “Dude, I hate your phone.” Todd shook his head, eyeing the phone with disdain. “It rings every time we…” He dropped down onto the sofa dramatically, pouting.

  Lizzie pretended to check the missed call, even though there was none. “It’s Mina. JZ should be here any minute to get us,” she practically sang, giddy that once more, her fifteen-minute make-out alarm had done its job.

  Todd ran his fingers through his unruly locks, gathering himself. He looked shell-shocked and Lizzie, almost felt sorry for him.

  Almost.

  She felt (a little) bad for having to trick him, but she couldn’t trust herself anymore to untangle herself from the increasingly hot and heavy make-outs. At some point, they were going to stop working. Either Todd was going to throw her phone out the window—he was eyeing it now like he wanted to—or simply not let her jump up like someone had lit her pants on fire to check it.

  She knew the day was coming. That’s why it was time for the virginity pact.

  Satisfied with herself, she plopped down beside a silent and pouty Todd.

  “I’m starved. You?”

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p; “Yeah, but not for pizza,” Todd said, making googly eyes at her.

  Lizzie planted a prim peck on his lips, allowing it to turn into a bit more before pulling away. Todd reached out to pull her back, but Lizzie was up in a flash, laughing as his hand swiped her tee shirt, catching only air.

  He scowled, chiding her playfully. “Tease.”

  “Sucker.” She sprinted clumsily as he chased her up the stairs.

  The door bell rang as they reached the landing.

  She hadn’t planned it, but the cavalry had arrived right on time anyway.

  Gldngirl

  “Sumthing is gon’ get done.”

  —Chris Brown, “Poppin’”

  Mina looked at her cell phone, then stared out the sliding glass door of the sunroom for the hundredth time.

  She and Brian were supposed to meet the clique at Rio’s Ria at seven. She’d been waiting for him to swing by and pick her up for twenty minutes. He hadn’t answered her text or calls, and she was decidedly annoyed. With a quick holler, “Ma, Daddy, I’m gone,” she began the ten-minute walk from her house to his, hurrying to beat sundown. She hated walking down Dogwood at night—too many trees and not enough street lights.

  She reached his house right before the last slice of sunshine fell permanently beyond the thick tree line of the cul-de-sac. Before she could knock, Brian’s mom, a light golden-complexioned woman as tall as her son, a model in her teen years, opened the door.

  “Hey, Mina. Come on in.” Mrs. James yelled up the spiral stairway. “Brian, Mina’s here. Timmy, come on before we miss this flight.”

  Brian’s father thundered down the stairs, carrying a travel case ridiculously small and feminine for his tall stature. A former NBA baller himself, he was the older, darker chocolate version of Brian. He saw Mina eyeing the bag and laughed. “See, now you’re hollering for me, and I was just trying to get your bag,” he said.

  Mina and Mrs. James laughed, sharing an unspoken joke as he handed the bag off as if it were a ticking bomb.

  “Hi, Mr. James. Hope you guys have a good trip,” Mina said.

  Mr. James rolled his eyes. “I can think of a million other things I’d rather do. Weddings,” he said like the word tasted bad in his mouth.

  Brian came down the stairs two at a time, got last minute instructions from his parents, kissed his mom on the cheek, and saw them out the door. When they were gone, he turned to Mina, his eyes twinkling. “You hot ’cause I took so long?”

  His lips brushed hers in a quick, affectionate peck.

  Mina rolled her eyes. “I thought you had left me behind.”

  “My father didn’t want to go. So he was dragging, and that gave my mother the chance to give me a few extra To-Do’s.” He shook his head, mildly disgusted. “Alright, hold up. I need to check on the pool. We’re pumping it out.” He sighed, scowling. “I don’t know why my father decided to do it before he left instead of when he came back.”

  Mina laughed. “He probably thought it would give him a reason to stay home.”

  Brian agreed as he made his way to the back of the house. He walked outside through a set of French doors into the growing darkness and disappeared around the side of the large house.

  Mina followed him as far as the kitchen, then sat at the counter where Brian’s laptop was open to the Internet. She started to shut it down for him when a message popped on the screen.

  Gldngirl: so whus up B, do u want an early graduation gift or what? ?

  Mina’s breath caught in her throat.

  Her emotions churned into a tornado, going from an EF0 to an EF5 in seconds.

  Who was Golden Girl?

  And exactly what kind of graduation gift did she have in mind? As if Mina had to ask.

  Her hands shook. She glanced in the direction Brian had gone, didn’t see him, and scrolled up to see the earlier portions of the IM discussion. Her fingers trembled so badly as she tapped the laptop’s mouse pad, that only every other tap registered.

  Her heart was in her mouth as she head checked outside to see where Brian was. Finally, she realized if she kept her finger on the button and rolled her finger over the magic mouse area, the cursor would zip to the top of the screen.

  Duh!

  She read the entire IM conversation, the spit drying in her mouth as she leapt into the middle of the conversation, the fly on the wall.

  Gldngirl: what up B?

  BJBBoy: ay girl nuttin

  Gldngirl: u haven’t been around da way in a while. 2 good for ur old set?

  BJBBoy: Busy. Graduation, ballin, gettin ready 4 school

  Mina’s jaw clenched. Hello, busy with a girlfriend, too. How come he didn’t mention that?!

  Gldngirl: oh word, I heard u got into Duke. Go boy!

  BJBBoy: yup. Full scholarship

  Gldngirl: daddy’s connections still hot like fiya

  BJBBoy: go head w/dat u know ur boyz skillz fiya on their own!!! Believe dat

  Gldngirl: LOL I hear dat. U know I know. Speaking of skillz…b4 u roll to Duke u gon’ bless a chick w/those other mad skills u got?

  Mina’s heart did a karate kick. Her eyes scanned the screen so fast trying to read Brian’s reply, she had to read each sentence three times to process the words.

  BJBBoy: there u go tryin get a dude in trouble. I ain’t messin w/u and dat crazy azz Dre

  Gldngirl: Me and Dre so over. Damn B it’s been a minute since we talked. Me and Dre been over 4ever

  BJBBoy: word?

  Gldngirl: if ur azz came back to DC more than evry blue moon u might know dat. Ur boys ain’t tell u?

  BJBBoy: naw. I be in DC next weekend

  Gldngirl: real talk u tryin roll thru? get u a early grad gift. Don’t sleep on MY skillz

  BJBBoy: LOL don’t play. U gonna fug around and get ur ass tapped

  Gldngirl: um-huh thas the whole point!!!

  BJBBoy: BRB

  Gldngirl: aight

  Gldngirl: B where u at? U leave me hanging?

  Gldngirl: so whus up B, do u want an early graduation gift or what? ?

  Mina looked up from the screen. Outside, Brian wrestled with a long white vacuum tube in the darkness. Anger blurred her vision. She blinked hard for twenty seconds before it cleared. Fear coursed quickly through her veins. She felt like a fish at the end of a hook, struggling for air.

  An early graduation gift?

  Going to DC next weekend?

  Brian was going to DC next weekend to hook up with this girl.

  The whole conversation swirled in Mina’s head. She imagined Brian’s face as he typed back—smiling, maybe licking his lips in anticipation of doing some ass tapping?

  Her stomach clenched, and before she realized it, she was walking out to the patio, her short legs carrying her across the kitchen in seconds.

  “Who is Golden Girl?” she blurted, sounding every bit as pouty as she felt. She folded her arms tight against her chest as if to hold back some of the emotion leaking out of every orifice. It took every ounce of willpower in her body not to throw herself on the patio, kicking and screaming, demanding to know why he was flirting with some girl who obviously already knew all about his “skills” off the hardwood.

  Brian scowled. He wrestled with the tangled tube, cursing when the long white, Slinky-like contraption slipped from his hands and splashed water all over his sneakers. “What?” he asked, distracted.

  Mina took a deep breath, told herself to calm down, but her voice rose another octave as she pronounced every word distinctly. “Who is Golden Girl?” She closed the distance between them and stood right next to him beside the pool. “Golden Girl, the person you were IMing before I got here. The one you’re going to see next weekend so she can try out your skills for old time’s sake.”

  By the time she got to the last sentence, her voice was muddled by tears.

  Brian calmly fed the vacuum into the pool. He squatted to set it right before answering her. “She’s just a chick I used to…”

  “I know wha
t y’all used to do, Brian. That’s pretty obvious from the IM.”

  Tears dripped down Mina’s face and neck. She kept her arms folded.

  Brian’s face was hard to read in the dark. The light from the patio only reached the edge of the pool, not touching the pool’s far side. But his voice came out of the darkness, irritated.

  “Mina, don’t start tripping. Yeah, she’s my ex,” Brian said. He stood up, stared down at the pump once more as if expecting it to worm out of the pool and wrestle with him again, then finally faced Mina. “Why are you reading my IMs?”

  “Oh, my God, Brian, don’t do that,” Mina exploded. “Do not go all ‘why you all up in my business’ on me. I was turning the PC off for you when the IM came in. Yeah, I read the whole thing. So?”

  His sigh was thinly masked by the sudden churning of the pump. He let the grinding fill the air for a few minutes before walking away, back toward the house.

  “Me and her was just flirting, that’s all,” he said over his shoulder.

  Mina stood on the patio alone, stunned, as if Brian had smacked her instead of answering her question. Her legs moved automatically when he appeared back in the doorway, asking her, “You coming?”

  When she got to the kitchen, he was shutting the PC down. Mina wondered if he’d bothered to say bye to Golden Girl or if he’d just IM her later, apologizing ’cause his psycho girlfriend busted his groove.

  “That’s it? That’s all you’re gonna say?” Mina asked. Her tears were dry, burned off by the anger that was once again spreading from her toes to her head. “I’m supposed to be cool with you going to see her next weekend?”