Dating
“You sure could use my help in this room. You know, as far as color and stuff, but you’re gonna have to clean it yourself.” Tamera’s standing in my bedroom door, smiling at her own sarcastic remark. “Your mom said I could come in,” she says.
“Well, what if I was n***d in here?” I ask.
She looks down, biting her lip like always. Then she steps in and closes the door behind her.
“I’m happy that you’re pursuing your art,” she says.
“Thanks, Tee,” I say. “I guess my mom told you.”
Ma likes Tamera, which is a good thing.
“Yeah, she told me a while ago, but I haven’t seen you.”
“She’s real happy about it. She helped me fill out the enrollment papers and we’re applying for a scholarship.
“I can help you write your scholarship essay. I’m good at writing.”
“It’s not an essay, it’s
