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Kiera's been on one lately. She's been snappy, mouthing off to niggas, and acting like the whole world gotta revolve around her bad mood. I ain't the type to let anyone talk sideways so we been arguing.
"You good, Kiki?" Cece asked, her voice cutting through the tension. We're all posted up in my room, my crib being the unofficial hangout spot for the crew.
"Mhm," Kiera muttered, eyes glued to her phone, dismissive as hell.
"You sure? You've been acting kinda weird," Cece pressed, her tone soft but curious.
"Girl, I'm fine," Kiera snapped back, barely looking up from her phone.
I'm done asking her what's wrong. Last time, she flipped the fuck out on me like I'm the root of all her problems. Nah, I'm good on that.
"Aight," Cece said, letting it drop, but the energy in the room shifted back to something lighter as we resumed Cece's self-defense lesson.
"So, what do I do if I'm getting jumped or I feel like I'm about to?" Cece asked, her eyes wide with that sweet naïveté.
"If you're getting jumped, there ain't much you can do but protect yourself. Grab one of them bitches and make sure they take the brunt of the hits," I explained, my tone firm but practical. "Let them feel every punch that's meant for you."
"But I don't want to grab a random person—that's unfair to them," Cece said, her voice laced with concern.
"Babygirl, you ain't grabbing just any random. You're grabbing one of the bitches trying to jump you," Nalani chimed in, her head lifting from Amare's lap to deliver the reality check.
Cece nodded, taking it all in.
"If you think you're about to get jumped, keep a knife on you. Ain't nobody jump you if you flashing a knife," I added, my voice low and serious.
"I don't carry knives for fun, though," she admitted, frowning.
"Well, you better start. You never know what can pop off," I said, shrugging. "Just make sure it's a pocket knife. Knowing you, you'd probably carry around a damn kitchen knife."
Cece giggled nervously. "Okay, but what if I'm in a room with a lot of girls, and they're outside the door telling me to come out, and I can't lock the door?" She painted the scenario with a specific vividness that had us all looking at her sideways.
