Darin was very typical of your rap/hip-hop boys. He liked the music, he loved the representation of sex it provided and he loved to piss his parents off with the use of what they called “Ghetto Language.” But he was smart, sure to score high on his SAT’s.
“My somethin’ somethin’. I’m down with that, always up for a sweet little thing like you to get all up in here.” he said following Jennifer’s slender frame.
“Actually,” Jennifer said rolling her eyes. “We need some help with test preparation.”
“Oh, I’m cool. What you be needin’ that you pull me away from my chillin’?”
He sat like a frog on the low wall surrounding a flower bed and propped his elbows up on his knees. Listening intently he bobbed his head as each vocabulary word registered in his head.
“Tough call,” he said. “I hearin’ ya. Seems you fine ladies have it goin’ on, but I’m taking Jenny’s side on this one, she’s up and all over that.”
“Thanks.” Jennifer said then clamped her mouth shut and forced her lips across her teeth. She really hated being called Jenny, though she hated it even more to express her feelings about being called Jenny.
Kristy, always the good friend, jumped in for her. “Actually, it’s Jennifer, not Jenny, not Jen, but Jennifer.”
Darin smiled wide, his grill sparked in the sun. “Now why you got to be like that girl? Jenny is all that, just like my girl Jenny from the block.”
“I thought she went by J-Lo now.” Kristy made it seem more like a statement, not a question.