What Leo wants is Tessa. But Tess was Josiah’s girl. And Jo was Leo’s homie. And you don’t mess with your homie’s girl: that was in the Bible, yo. For real. Thou shalt not eff with your homeboy’s woman.

And it don’t matter how much your homie talks smack about his lady. ‘Cause talking smack about Tess was Jo’s favorite hobby. “She smokes too much, she cusses too much, she’s on the rag, like, 24 – 7, man.” But Tess was hot as hell. Like, Tina Fey, artsy, coffee-shop-girl, “lets screw and then I’ll read you some poetry, baby” hot.

Leo thought about it, sitting quiet-like in the passenger seat of Jo’s busted-ass Skylark, while the A-holes in the back seat ran their mouths. Jo reached over and messed with the broke radio. They were lucky the heat even worked.

Really, Leo was just looking out for Josiah. He’d be doing Jo a favor, taking Tess off his hands.

But it didn’t matter. ‘Cause Tessa was Josiah’s girl. And Jo was Leo’s homie. And you don’t mess with your homie’s girl.

No matter how much you wanted her…