Part I 

"...I mean, it's like summer. Duh, it's not supposed to be like this."

"Look, make the call, get the stuff, and we'll meet at the mall, Britt. You can't go through summer looking back at a guy who dumped you so he could see other people."

Brittany rolled over and looked at her closet, it was a mess. She gave a weak smile, and pulled the cell back to her ear, "Fine. I'll do it, Tam. You should get over here, I don't want to be alone when he gets here."

Tamera laughed, "I can't, my mom has me shopping. Wear your bikini under your clothes, we are hitting my pool after the mall.

"Whatever, bye."

She dialed again, "Terrance please? Yea, just a quarter, and some x if you got any." A short pause, "Cool..." She rattled off her address. 

 She set the cell down, and searched her closet for that white bikini she couldn't wear to the beach. It was her favorite, but when it was wet it was practically see through. She slipped on the bottoms, and adjusted the strings so they held it in place well centered and tied a bow on each side. The top didn't take much adjusting, her breasts were still kind of small, although her nipples were puffy. A black t-shirt from some punk band and jeans finished off the outfit. 

 Brittany was only 5'3" tall and about 95 pounds, the gymnastics had kept her to almost no fat and good tone. She bent back looking in the mirror, just enough to show her tight belly. "Perfect. Any man would want this."

She shut her room and headed downstairs grabbing an energy drink out of the fridge when the doorbell rang. She walked over, still drinking when there was a pounding. "Chill!" she yelled as she un-locked it.

 "Sorry, Oh my, look at you!"

 "What?" She was faced with a black man, at least in his upper twenties, but built.

"Don't get up to this hood too often, you Britt?"

"Yea, here." She held out the money. 

He pushed his way past her, "Not out there, I aint gettin busted because you wont let a black man in your house."

He pulled out the weed, and 3 hits of extasy. "Here, hit this," he pulled a pipe, "just a tester."

She did, it was strong with a skunk smell to it. "Mmmm..."

"You aint gettin this in the Heights, babe." He smiled, hitting it himself.

That's when the door opened again. There were three more of them, each at least 6'6" tall. They walked past Terrance, saying things like 'gotta piss,' and 'hey, baby girl' and 'Terrance, how you find em'

 Brittany grabbed Terrances arm, "They can't come in."

"Too late, pretty little white girl." He said as he pushed the door shut, and locked it. "Better take one of those x's, and hit this again."

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