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be comfortable at the same time.
    Music blared from the speakers set up in the university center for the first step show of the year. Sorority girls strutted while fraternity men yelled their various calls. It was a freshman’s paradise, the one place they could see everyone, Greeks, jocks, artists, and more.
    Cooley looked herself over one time, making sure her pink and white striped polo shirt hung just right. She brushed the back of her neck while she patted down one side of her curly, mini Afro.
    Nic shook her head; she wasn’t as big on fashion as Cooley. She was comfortable in her jeans and T-shirt.
    They could hardly tell it was nearly autumn. The sun was beaming down, causing most to pull out their shades and short-sleeved gear. Frat brothers walked around with their towels to match their Greek colors. Women still sported their skimpy summer clothes and flip-flops.
    Denise patted the top of her head. “These braids are about to kill me.” A brief autumn breeze rushed through the quad, giving Denise’s scalp temporary relief.
    â€œStop patting them, bruh. They’re hot,” Cooley said. “I told you she was gon’ make you look like you are headed to the pros.”
    â€œWell, if I have to endure that type of pain to look like a ball player, I’ll keep my ponytail,” Denise said, hoping for another breeze.
    â€œHow I end up hanging with y’all two non-dressing fools?” Cooley teased. She pulled out a mirror to check her short curly Afro. She had let her hair grow out from the short boy cut. Even though her hair was naturally curly, she placed a mild texturizer in it to give it just the right amount of curl.
    â€œWhateva. I don’t know about you, but I’m going to class and practice. I’m not getting fly for that. I am happy sitting here in my shorts,” Denise said.
    â€œI feel you, Dee. This is supposed to be school, not a runway. Besides, my girl likes the way I dress.” Nic smiled.
    â€œY’all crazy. You are your appearance. Nic, you need to let that hair down and put on something fly. And, Dee—Fuck it! You’re just hopeless.”
    â€œFuck you!” Denise laughed.
    â€œLike I said, my girl likes it,” Nic boasted, holding her head high.
    â€œAww, there you go with that sappy shit,” Cooley said. “Damn, this is the last year. I’m so ready to be up out this bitch,” Cooley said, placing her shades on her face. That was one thing they all agreed on.
    â€œWhat’s up, Cooley?” A petite girl walked up. You could tell she cut her shorts herself by how uneven they were. They showed the majority of her butt cheeks.
    â€œAhh, shit, Bree, what’s up? What the deal, mami?” Cooley stood up and gave the girl a hug. She had messed around with Bree, but never went the entire way.
    â€œYou got it. Word on the streets is that you doing it big boy-style, working at Jam Zone,” the girl said, batting her long, fake eyelashes.
    â€œI was doing it big before Jam Zone, and you know it.”
    â€œYou right, you right. So what’s up wit’ cha? Heard you not wit’ ole gal anymore.”
    â€œDamn, you sho do hear a lot about me,” Cooley said.
    Nic and Denise attempted to hold back laughter.
    â€œYou know I like to make sure I keep up with what I want.” The girl leaned her body up against Cooley. “So what’s up? You wit’ her or not?”
    â€œThat’s a negative, but I’m in chill mode right now, shorty. But I’ll get at cha when I’m able again,” Cooley said.
    Denise and Nic were amazed.
    The girl looked over at Nic. “Your name is Nic, right?” She smiled.
    â€œUm.” Nic looked confused. She had never seen the girl a day in her life. “Yeah.”
    The girl smiled. “Yeah, I saw your show last year. That was hot. My friend Peaches is crazy about you. She thought you were just so fine. I can give you her