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reason she had passed Geometry.
     
    Then there were the bruises. Blue always refused to tell her where they came from. When she would ask he would just shrug of his shoulders and tell her not to worry about it. His arms and chest would be covered in them and his face sometimes, too. He would come to school with a dark purple bruise under one eye and a split lip and claim he had been jumped on the way home.
     
    He had never told her where the bruises had come from. She had always suspected Terrance, but he would deny it every time she asked. He would get mad when she pressed the issue and sometimes they wouldn’t talk for days. When that happened Chelsea would be inconsolable, laying on her bed and crying into the pillow until he finally forgave her and came back. So eventually she stopped asking.
     
    She was leaning against his chest and breathing in the scent of him. He was running his hands up and down her back and then he slipped them up and under her shirt and she moaned at the touch of his skin against hers. She felt like she was melting into him; she didn’t know where she stopped and he started.
     
    “Yo, where’s DeMarco at?” The voice was loud and dangerous and it carried over the sound of the music and the partygoers.
     
    Gently Blue separated himself from Chelsea. “Who wants to know?” Blue called out and the party went silent.
     
    “Blue, you don’t have to do this,” Chelsea whispered. “We can just leave.”
     
    Three men appeared in the kitchen. They were all tall and muscular and the man in the middle, the ringleader was bald and looked to be about seven feet tall. “You remember me?” the man asked.
     
    “Yeah,” Blue said with a nod, “I remember you, Jimmy.”
     
    Paul suddenly appeared next to Blue. Chelsea looked from the group of men to Blue and Paul, but she didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know how to calm the situation down.
     
    “Yo,” Mikey G said, appearing out of nowhere, “this is my house and if you want to be here, then you need to be cool. No fights in the house, man. This is a place of love.”
     
    “Outside then,” Jimmy said and Blue nodded.
     
    Chelsea stood on the dance floor dumbfounded as Blue and Paul walked outside followed by the three bigger men.
     
    “What’s going on?” Jamie asked as she ran over to Chelsea.
     
    “I have no idea, but I don’t think it’s good,” Chelsea said. Together the two sisters walked into the backyard with the rest of the party.
     
    Blue and Jimmy were talking and then they were yelling, but Chelsea couldn’t make out what they were saying over the noise of the party’s music. And then Jimmy swung at Blue, but he was ready and blocked the punch and responded with an uppercut that sent the bigger man stumbled back. Chelsea couldn’t help but scream out, but it was too late. Paul and the other men had joined the fight and now it was a melee in the back yard.
     

 
    Chapter Eight
     
    “Stop!” Chelsea yelled and she ran down into the yard. She was glad she was wearing flat boots as her feet sunk into the wet grass of Mikey G’s backyard. None of the men below heard her, or they didn’t react if they did. She slipped and slid down the hill of the backyard until it leveled off where the men were fighting and Chelsea raced across and threw herself between Blue and Jimmy. “Stop it!” she screamed, throwing her hands outward.
     
    “You need a girl to save your ass now, Blue?” Jimmy demanded. He lunged at Blue but stopped short of actually touching Chelsea.
     
    “Hey, asshole,” Chelsea said, “we’re not in high school anymore. Now you get arrested when you start fights. So why don’t you walk away before I call the cops.”
“Haha, the cops,” Jimmy said, but he wasn’t talking to Chelsea. He was talking past her, to Blue. “She don’t know, does she, Blue? What? You never told your bitch about The Pits? We all know why you’re back in town. But I’m here to tell you that I’m the