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I took in the air as I walked away from my house, the feeling of security and safeness quickly left. But those feelings were soon enough replaced by the feeling of excitement and anxiousness. The sound of crickets came in sync with the sound of my heels pitter patting on the cement. I walked down the empty road like it was my runway. I knew I was sexy tonight. I knew they would crave over me tonight like a starving lion at its prey. I had my swagger, and my confidence turned up to 100 tonight. To do what I do, you have to have confidence, or you might as well take yourself out of the game. To do what I do you can’t be weak like water, you have to be strong like a rock… or at least appear to be.

I finally made it to my best friends house, Jamie. I went to the side of her bedroom and softly tapped on her window. A few seconds later she pulled back her curtains, she smiled and then quickly slid out. She put a purse under her window and then brushed herself off.

“What took you so long Ana?” she asked as we began walking down the street.

“I was trying to figure out what I was gonna put on, I just couldn’t decide.”

“Does it really matter what you wear? It won’t be on long anyway” she said as she tugged at her skirt.

“Well I like to look good before all that happens,” At that moment she jumped at the sound of a dog that suddenly started barking like it wanted to attack us, “Don’t be such a pussy, the damn things on a leash anyway,” I said as I mimicked her reaction.

“Shut up, the stupid thing scared the **** out of me. I almost pissed on my brand new skirt.

I laughed at her as I examined her outfit… To be completely honest, if she had pissed on her skirt, it actually wouldn’t have made her attire any worse than it was now. Jamie was my best friend, my partner in crime, my bff, all that good stuff, but the poor thing couldn’t dress for ****.

I looked her up and down and she was an eye sore. She had on a hot pink strapless shirt (which I hated but she adored). The shirt was 2 sizes too small. Now don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t fat, but she wasn’t a size 2 like me. By my guess she was a size 6, which to me is beautiful , but if you’re that size then why the hell would you squeeze and pull yourself into a size 2? Anyway, to go with this ridiculous pink shirt was a blue micro mini skirt that I know she must have sucked in all her organs to get into. I don’t know how this girl figured that a bright pink tight shirt would go with a bright blue skirt, but the thing that crossed my mind was why she didn’t see that it made her look fat as hell. You could see that she had a muffin top, but I guess that made her think that it was all the more to make the guys want to eat her alive. I’ve actually went with Jamie shopping on plenty occasions, but she always calls her sense of style “fun” and “sexy.” After a while I gave up trying.

“You think it’s gonna be a good night?” she asked as she lit a Newport cigarette.

“Yeah, it’s a full moon out, that’s a good sign” I laughed as I took one of the cigarettes she offered me.

“I hope so, I saw this cute pair of shoes that I need to buy… and John said he ain’t paying for no shoes until I make some more money,” she lit my cigarette as she blew smoke into the night.

John was Jamie’s boyfriend. I couldn’t stand the mention of his name. He treats Jamie so bad that he put her in the hospital 4 times in three months. Jamie always goes around with black eyes and busted noses, but I guess she stays with him for the money. I told Jamie plenty of times that she needs to get rid of him, but she never listens. I even fought him once because he hit her right in front of me and I just couldn’t take it. Yeah I might have came out with a busted lip but he came out with much more. I guess someone should have told him that I can fight like a man. The only reason he didn’t have someone come shoot me down was because he knew how close me and Jamie were, and he didn’t want to mess up something that was so good. However, I hurt his pride, his manhood, and that was the worst thing I could have done. Now, he so desperately tries to keep Jamie away from me, but to no avail.

“Ana, let’s stop right here… this is a good spot,” Jamie said as we stopped and stood on the corner of Falcon and Harman Street.

As I shook out my cigarette and threw it on the ground a black car started driving up slowly, I couldn’t exactly tell what make the car was.

“Looks like somebody coming up now,” Jamie said as she put on her best face and placed her hand on her hip.

The car came to a stop and the tinted window slowly rolled down and revealed two Mexican men who were sitting in the front. I quickly heard the voices of other people in the back of the car.

“Which one should we get?” asked the driver who was very fat and disgusting looking.

Then a voice from the back of the car shouted “Get both of them hoes.”

“Man I ain’t paying for two bitches, you better be glad you getting one aye,” said the driver.