that your mother had when she saw me.â
âShoot, he looked like he was having an out-of-body experience, the way he kept staring at me.â
âIt would be something if you were really sisters,â Erika, the head cheerleader, said.
âIâm not adopted,â Afrika said before Asia had a chance to speak.
âNeither am I,â Asia added, looking at the group that now stared back at her. âItâs a coincidence that we sort of have some of the same features. Weâre not twins, not sisters, and weâre not adopted. So cool it.â
Afrika nibbled on her pizza and allowed the others to continue with their conversation. This was the first time that sheâd seen Asia become upset over the comparison between the two of them. She knew who she wasâ¦she was the daughter of Setrina and Raphael, and that was it.
Lost in her thoughts, Afrika put the pizza down and recalled the text her mother sent her. She pulled out her cell phone and looked at the message again. There was no rhyme or reason tothe message. She shut the phone, picked up her pizza, and began to nibble on it again.
âEarth to Nikki,â Asia said, now standing over her with tray in hand. âGirl, you arenât tripping about all that crazy talk about us being adopted, are you?â
âHell no,â Afrika said. âI know who I am and who my parents are. After awhile, theyâll be saying that the whole cheerleading squad is sisters since we wear the same makeup and the same hairstyle at all our games.â
âYouâre right. After cheer practice, why donât we go to my house? My brotherâs birthday is today and Iâm going to drop his gift off. My mom will probably have cake and ice cream. Iâd go tomorrow, but since we have a football game and the Ques are giving the party of the year, Trevor wonât see me tomorrow.â
âI canât believe a weekâs gone by already since we went to my momâs house. I was supposed to remind you to get the present. Sorry, I forgot.â
âDonât worry about it. My handy-dandy BlackBerry reminded me. So, are you up to going with me?â
âI donât know. I have a lot of homework to do, Asia.â
âNikki, this is Friday night. You have all day Sunday to do your homework.â
âWellâ¦
âWhatâs there to think about? After practice?â
âOkay,â Afrika relented, her motherâs warning sounding an alarm in the pit of her stomach. âOkay.â
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âHey, hey, hey. Do it Eagles. Do it Eagles. Do it Eagles. Eagles Do it. Hey, hey, hey. Heeeeey! Go Eagles!!â
âGood practice,â the cheerleading coach announced. The squad that was fifteen strong kicked their legs and clapped their hands. âYou all are dismissed.â
Afrika and Asia picked up their gym bags and headed toward Asiaâs car. âNikki, why are you dragging your feet?â
âIâm not sure Iâm ready to meet your family.â
âLook, Nikki. We are down to earth. We live life to the fullest and love to have fun.â
âItâs awfully late,â Afrika said, offering another excuse.
âYou wouldnât be saying that if we were going to one of those frat parties. Look, Iâll drive extra slow, if that would make you feel better. I know how you feel about my driving. We have to go to Chapel Hill; so letâs go.â
âWeâre not going to a frat party, Asia. Meeting the parents is a whole different matter, but Iâll go.â
âI donât know what the big deal is; I just want to give Trevor his birthday present.â
âWell, letâs go.â
Asia maneuvered her baby blue Toyota Camry down Fayetteville Street and onto Interstate 40. Several exits later, Asia took the Chapel Hill off-ramp and headed toward the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.
Darkness made it hard to totally assess the neighborhood