They apologized for her by saying that she was a little socially awkward. Mandy and Vince were invited to hang out in the basement providing he behave... himself. As with most homes built in the 1950's, this one featured a finished basement including a pool table. They shot a few games of pool and managed to steal a few kisses between shots. Vince didn't stay long and took the time to say goodbye to her folks before he left and that set the tone for the entire week.It was on Saturday that he. I was nervous sitting at the same table as the boy I had a crush on. I kept on looking into his eyes or trying to memorise his face. Had he always had that small scar under his left eyebrow. I thought that was interesting. I had a scar by my left eye too. It was very faint. It looked almost like a sideways v. But it didn’t touch, so it was more like two lines.I was still thinking of the similarities of our scars when he asked, “So if you were 8 when you came to America then why did you wait. Brotha, you can do what you want. Alexa, open the door and let me the fuck out.’ Justin was standing next to her, motioning to the door handle, which was still tightly locked, shielding her from Antwon’s rage as he increased his invective. Any thoughts Justin had of getting with Alexa on a regular basis were quickly extinguished, given this new turn of events. This kind of headache was the last thing he needed. He should have known, from the way she had herself out in the club. He was more than. I wouldn’t dare do it, even the thought of it drowned me in memories of pain. Had I actually made the attempt I would’ve crumple to the floor screaming, a very deep very eloquent form of hypno-therapy reinforced with electro-shock, so in laymen’s terms an expensive and effective mind-fuck. She left me in peace and I went about checking out my equipment, extra armour, assorted knives, grenades, a few shaped charges, my S-34 anti-material rifle, revolver and slug gun. Not to mention my cleaning.