The STD Trace

19. Once a Dude, Always a Dude. Accepted.

“Hey, you have to meet this cool dude named Tony and his friend Wayne. The dude rapped earlier, it was hilarious!” Andy pulled him over to us and I stood up, adjusting my cargo pants so they’d sag just right.

“Hey, man.” Quinton reached in for that bro hug and I held on to him for dear life. Omunique pinched my thigh and I let go, blushing a little.

“What’s up, dude?” I scratched my head.

“I wish I heard your rap, I heard you were pretty good.” He smiled.

Whoo, he didn’t notice my feminine hugging. “Ha, that wasn’t my best, I was just fooling around. Trust me, man, you didn’t miss a thing.”

“Cool, I’m Quinton.” He nodded.

“I’m Tony and this is my man Wayne.” I gestured to Omunique and she dapped him up. Being a guy was so cool! I could like shriek.

“Dope, so, you two skaters?”

“Nah, we just came to look at some hoes, it’s all good, yo!” Omunique rubbed under her nose in a manly way and Quinton and Andy laughed, giving her playful hits. I mean, him, no Omunique was a she! Oh God this was confusing!

“Want to know the biggest hoe?” Quinton lowered his voice.

“Spill,” I replied.

“What?” Quinton and Andy asked.

Crap, that’s a girl expression. I cleared my throat. “I mean, tell me ‘bout them hoes!” They nodded and laughed in understanding. Stupid men these days.

“Bro, Christina is dirty as hell. She’s been trying to get the D from me for ages. She comes and practically stalks me man.” Quinton rolled his eyes.

I laughed and Omunique joined in. “Man, you trippin!”

“I ain’t lyin’ fool, look at her.” He inched his head in her direction. “No girl comes to a skate park with a dress and some high heels on, that’s not cool fool. I’d never date a girl that walks around in dresses all the damn time. Dresses are for like parties and fancy stuff, not for attention.”

I like this guy, he… keeps it real. Yeah, look, I’m getting manlier by the second. “I feel ya dog.”

“You guys are cool, what school do you go to?” Andy raised an eyebrow.

Oh baby cheesecakes! “Uh, we homeschooled man,” I blurted. Omunique coughed to hide her laughter.

Quinton frowned. “Homeschooled?”

“Yeah.”

“How do you get hoes if you’re homeschooled? I know you get hoes.”

“Oh, I party a lot man.” I smiled. Please believe me, please believe me, please!

“Oh, fah real, that’s dope man. I bet all you have to do is spit a line and hoes drop them panties!” He snickered.

“Pfft, hell yeah, Christina was all up on my jock when I spat my rap game. Man, hoes be trippin!”

Andy laughed. “You should invite us to a party sometime.”

I flinched. “Y-yeah man, sure, that would be cool.”

“You banged Christina?” Omunique asked Quinton.

“Nah, I don’t want to lead her on.” He snorted. Crapsauce, what a waste! They didn’t even sleep together—my tracing was still not over.

“Maybe if you do, she’ll leave you alone. That may be all she wants.” Omunique laughed.

“Nah, I don’t like her, I’m not into girls like that.” He shifted uncomfortably.