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We all turned around quickly and Derrel smiled...until he met RJ's eyes. "Hey, Derrel, it's RJ, remember? Ricardo," I said, smiling breathlessly. I walked over to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the group.
DeLante looked at me with a 'What the hell are you doing, you crazy biatch,' look as he nervously put on his white hoody. He wore that thing everywhere. Who cares, I thought. I already kissed him the other day.
RJ looked at Derrel with serious eyes. He nodded quietly. For the first time at all since I had known him, RJ had nothing to say.
"Well this is awkward," I said with a smile I hoped would brighten the mood.
DeLante and Krispy awkwardly stood near RJ. "Krispy. Where you going?" Derrel asked seriously.
Krispy shuffled nervously and looked to the floor. "Gonna get some pizza with RJ, man," he said quietly.
"Lante, come here, man," Derrel said, turning from Krispy angrily.
DeLante put his head down and was about to walk up to Derrel when RJ spoke. "You ain't gotta listen to him, Lante. You can go wherever the fuck you want," he said grabbing my hand. "Let's go."
I turned back to Derrel, who was wearing a sky blue shirt. What do you know, his eyes had become a sort of dark blue. The color in his eyes made him look so sad I just wanted to hug him. I pulled away from RJ and grabbed Derrel's hand. "Come on Derrel, let's go get some pizza. Aren't you hungry?" I asked with a smile.
Derrel silently glared at RJ and said, "I ain't going with this little rich boy."
"Man, shut up, D. Why you actin' so hard?" RJ said, with a laugh.
Rich boy? Who's rich? We all lived in the same apartments...And these broke ass buildings were the polar opposite of rich. "Whatcyu talkin' bout, Derrel? RJ broke just like the rest of us," I said, with a laugh.
Nobody laughed with me.
"Broke?" he asked, looking at me. Damn, he looked so fine with those eyes. I mean, I didn't mean to be so shallow, but he got me listening now. "Don't you think it's weird that his dad owns these apartments?"
"No...Well, it doesn't mean he's rich," I said. It was a little strange to hear, but that's not that big a deal, right?
Krispy spoke up. "Who cares?" Derrel shot him a look that emboldened him. "I mean, his pops is a engineer or some shit....Better 'in any of us," he said defensively. After all, him and RJ were like brothers.
"Exactly," Derrel said. "His dad's a engineer, but he's livin' here? In this shit hole? All of us give it up in a second if we could live Manhattan or Yonkers," Derrel said, as RJ glared at him. "But he came back...back here."
DeLante frowned. "And you always got the flyest clothes, man....I steal mine from the mall, but you always seem to get whatever you want," he said hesitantly.
Krispy jumped in once again. "That don't mean nothin'...He got cash, he know how to spend it, so what?"
I noticed the whole time that RJ was silently glaring at Derrel or the floor in turn.
I walked up to him. "RJ," I began. "Why DID you come back?"
" 'Cuz I missed you. baby, what else?" he said with an unconvincing grin.
