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me. I wonder what he’s thinking. He looks extra yummy today, wearing an olive green rip sun T-shirt with some faded cargo shorts and his classic Birkenstocks. His hair is pulled back in a bandana, showcasing his bright blue eyes and rugged bone structure. He should give up surfing and become a model, for real. Even as fine as Jeremy is, he still can’t hold a candle to Rah’s glow. It’s like comparing Chris Brown to Nas. They both may come in nice packaging, but only one has everything I’m looking for in a dude.
    â€œFor real. We’ve got enough rich bitches taking up space in here. Don’t you agree, Jayd?” Mickey’s got that right. Misty’s all the broad I can take. Tania was way too extra, just like Trecee. Now with them both out of the picture, maybe I can concentrate more on myself instead of on how to stay away from crazy girls. I’ve wasted enough time this school year with these dudes and their high-drama bitches.
    â€œYes, I do,” I say, taking a bite of my sandwich before following up with a mouthful of Doritos. The food goes so well together, unlike this scene. Everyone’s paired up, except for me and Jeremy, but I don’t think the pressure is as intense for him. I’ve had about all I can take for one day. I need space to breathe.
    â€œI don’t mind them being rich,” Nellie says, picking at her food. “It’s just the bitch part that bothers me.” At least she’s keeping it real. If Nellie had it her way, I know she’d be over there hanging with the rest of the royalty. I feel bad for my girl—her dream of winning the Homecoming crown came true, but ended up being a nightmare instead.
    â€œI’m going to go to drama class early and study my lines,” I say, clumsily rewrapping my sandwich and stuffing my chips in the bag alongside it. “The auditions for the Fall Festival are coming up next week and I’m trying out for Lady Macbeth,” I say, knowing no one heard me. I pick up my soda and backpack, ready to walk down the hill when Tania heads my way. Shit, sometimes I’m too slow with my escapes. I need a refresher marathon of The Bourne Identity if I’m going to escape trouble at this school.
    â€œAlready missing me, Jeremy?” Tania says, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him on the cheek, while everyone watches, waiting for my response. Reid and Laura, the president and first lady of the Associated Student Body or ASB as we call it, are even on the sidelines watching the show.
    â€œNo, Tania, I’m not,” he says, taking her hands in his and forcing her off of him. How can he be so cold to his baby-mama, even if they aren’t claiming each other? Dudes are a trip.
    â€œNot even a little bit?” Tania says, backing off, but still flirting with her eyes. A rich slut is the worst kind. I bet she’d fit right in with Paris Hilton and her crew. Maybe she’ll run into them while she’s in the Big Apple.
    â€œCould y’all take your soap opera somewhere else? We’re trying to eat over here,” Mickey says, again catching Tania’s eye. I don’t even know what made Tania think she could come over to where Mickey was sitting and feel safe, especially after what went down at the Halloween dance a few days ago. I thought Mickey was going to kill Tania for attempting to plant a worm-infested apple in the cauldron for Nellie to bite into. Too bad Laura took the bait instead.
    â€œNo one’s talking to you. And besides, it’s a free country last I checked,” Tania snaps back. Now she’s done it. Mickey puts the remainder of her burger in its container and wipes her hands and mouth on a napkin before slowly rising from her spot next to Nigel, who’s smiling because he knows what’s about to go down. Nothing’s more amusing to guys than a chick fight.
    â€œI don’t care if the bitch is pregnant,”