Do you mind if we share the blanket?”She looked at me with her soft yet matured face. “I don’t know.” I sarcastically complained. “Under her... is icy cold just like Van. You may not want to get too close.”She gawked slamming the blanket down off our torsos, but keeping our legs covered. The movement swooshed up a euphoric scent of her coconut mango body wash. “You’re such a little bitch all the time. No wonder you’re single.”A look of playful anger drew across my face. We were flirting like. Abigail: In that case don’t fall and hit the rocks.Me: Thanks for that, didn’t think about it.Abigail: Hahaha! Don’t be a pussy!Me: I’m not, I’m just stating the obvious.Abigail: Can you swim?Me: Enough not to drown. Are we here to swim in that?Abigail: Oh no! The water is cold up here! Do you want to swim?Me: No, I’m fine!Abigail: That’s not why we’re here anyway.Me: Then why are we here?Abigail: Because it’s nice, away from everyone. If I hear someone else talking about me behind my back, I. That all changed when I met Devon. I don’t usually go for guys like him. But hey it’s hard for a black sista to find another good black man! He was tall, nice caramel skin, and eyes so clear milk chocolate deep you drown just looking at them. I usually go for some one a little older. He was younger than me clearly. He was a business man by day but at night in the bedroom he is an a****l. A fucking b**st. I was at the café when that fine ass human being was in line in front of me. As he turned. ‘The day Kristin shuts up is the day I get impregnated by the lunch lady’, Ryn told her best friend Lily who was currently trying to shield Ryn with her A.P. Literature notebook. ‘What could she possibly want?’ Ryn questioned while watching Kristin struggle her way through the throng of students in her teetering spiked heels and ridiculously short skirt. ‘No clue’, said Lily ‘but she’s extremely lucky that the school has heating…what the hell is she thinking wearing something like that in the.