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“¡Perra!” a female voice yelled as I stepped off the train at Dyckman Street. I didn’t have to look back to know that the slur was directed at me. I always wondered why chicks were always so spiteful towards one another. After all, wasn’t there ample space in the sky for all the stars to shine? I had problems with females all my life. I couldn’t count the times I’d thrown down and gotten jumped simply because of the confidence with which I carried myself. No matter how much effort I put into making myself approachable or how friendly I was, they tended to feel threatened by me and shunned me as a result. That was why all my life my closest confidantes had been male. I’d gotten over it but it still bothered me sometimes. Why should I shrink myself to make others feel more secure around me? What the fuck is wrong with my sisters? I contemplated crossly. Whatever! Fuck them! I pushed my ponderings out of my head with a final thought, their hatred was their issue, not mine.

I turned my attention to the next issue at hand - my man. I wondered what mood he was in today. It was Friday, the beginning of the weekend, time to add up the tally for the week. If he’d made good money on his sales and the spot, he’d be in a good mood. It would be time to party, floss at the club and get fucked up on Moet and Grey Goose, and maybe even pop a couple of pills of ecstasy. If he hadn’t made much money, he’d be irritable and would more than likely take it out on me. That’s just the way he was.

I saw him standing in front of the pool hall talking to a group of girls that couldn’t have been more than sixteen or seventeen. I could tell he was flirting; after all I’d spent the last five years of my life trying to win his heart. The sleeve of his Ralph Lauren Purple Label V-neck was unnecessarily rolled up, exposing his iced out Rolex. The sun sparkled off the two carat rock in his earlobe and the diamonds in the medallion of his thick chain. The girls were obviously enthralled by the display of money and Fabian’s gift of gab. I was all too familiar with his ability to run game. I’d always thought that if he wanted to go legit, he’d probably have no problem being a car salesman because with his muela, he could easily sell a lemon to the most knowledgeable consumer.

Fabian nonchalantly pushed his Fendi shades up his nose, shamelessly flaunting the Roli ring on his finger. He’d bought it to match the watch. It was all about the front, letting the world know that he had money. I quietly walked up behind him hoping to hear what he was saying to the girls.

“You know how I do ladies. C’mon, I’m the infamous, the one and only Fabian. Anytime y’all wanna hang, smoke an L, and chill, y’all just holler at me. Don’t worry, I won’t bite. I might nibble a little but never bite, unless of course you want me too.” The girls giggled flirtatiously but silenced immediately when they saw me leering at them from behind Fabian, my head tilted to the side slightly, hand on my hip, daggers for eyes. They knew very well who I was.

“Fabian’s wifey, yo,” whispered one of them as if I couldn’t hear. “Let’s bounce.”

Fabian turned around and grabbed me by the waist affectionately. “What’s up, mami? I’ve been waiting for you. Where you been? Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve picked you up.”

“It sure doesn’t look like it. Looks to me like you had your hands full,” I responded accusingly, rolling my eyes and curling my lip with revulsion.

“Nah, baby. Just being nice to the custies. You know how it is ma. I gotta make money to spoil my queen, don’t I? Their money buys you the world, boo. Give your pa a kiss.”

“Yeah, whateva,” I retorted but gave him a deep open mouth tongue kiss so everyone could see. I did it more for the group of little girls who were walking away but still glancing back longingly.

“You know you my moon, ma.” Fabian grabbed my full, tight ass and pushed his crotch into mine.

“You’re such a sucio.” I giggled and pushed him away half-heartedly.

“You hitting the gym hard, ma. That ass is on fire, baby,” Fabian remarked, his eyes followed my jiggle as I walked into the store.

¡Que baina! I thought. No matter what he does, he still has that effect on me. Whenever I see him, my heart palpitates, palms become sweaty and I get a knot in my stomach.

I loved him and hated him at the same time. I’d been through so much with him, he’d broken my heart so many times and still I stood by him, taking his shit, hoping like a pendeja that one day soon he’d learn to love me like I yearned and deserved. At least he’s in a good mood, I said silently to myself.

“C’mon baby,” Fabian whispered into my ear as I peered into the glass refrigerator doors trying to figure out what flavor Gatorade to buy. “Let’s go shopping. We gonna hit the town tonight and my mami gotta look fly. Whatever you want, price ain’t an issue. Let’s bounce.” He reached over me to grab a Corona with one hand and groped my breast roughly with the other.