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somewhere.”
    â€œHow was Cooley’s?” Dionne asked, reaching for an oversize marshmallow to stick on the end of one of the skewers on the tray.
    Cooley’s? Percy and Marisol? A date? Even a pseudo-date? What the hello and goodbye is going on? Starr thought.
    â€œIt was okay. We shared a banana split, got our flirt on. Nothing major,” Marisol said nonchalantly.
    â€œAww,” Dionne sighed as she stuck her skewer into the fire.
    â€œWhen was this?” Starr asked before taking a sip of her hot chocolate as the flames of the fire reflected in her eyes.
    â€œThere goes my baby…”
    â€œYesterday.” Marisol snatched up her phone.
    Humph. “After school?” Starr asked, shifting her eyes to watch Dionne drop the gooey marshmallow into her open mouth.
    â€œYup. Right after.”
    Hmmm. Starr had left right after school to get her plans together, so she missed the love connection. “Don’t you have dance last period on Thursdays?” she asked. “Please tell me you did not wear that coodie-mama-hugging, butt-molesting unitard to Cooley’s?”
    Dionne choked on her marshmallow as she laughed.
    â€œThere goes my baby…”
    â€œNo! I had my tracksuit over it,” Marisol said, obviously distracted as she read her incoming text and fired away a reply. “Plus Percy said even without makeup I’m the ish.”
    Starr rolled her eyes.
    â€œPlus, guess who was at Cooley’s eating a huge Jay-Z burger with a Madonna milkshake?”
    â€œNot our resident mama-to-be?” Starr asked, ignoring the emotional gut punch she felt at losing Jordan before she even had him. Boys. Ugh.
    â€œI’m just saying old girl definitely looked like she could be eating for two.” Marisol threw up her hands like so there.
    â€œOh. My. God. What if Heather is really pregnant?” Dionne asked, this time pressing her melted marshmallow between two chocolate-coated cinnamon sugar cookies.
    â€œCan you imagine some girl walking around Pace with a big belly!”
    Starr held up her hands and then pointed her ebony-painted nails to the left several times like she was directing traffic. “She got to go. Seriously. It’s Pace Academy, not Baby High, ” she drawled in withering tones, referring to the MTV show about a school just for teen mothers.
    â€œYou don’t really believe there’s never been a student atPace that has gotten pregnant?” Dionne asked, looking at them as if they couldn’t be that naive.
    Starr shrugged. “There’ve been rumors, but a full-blown my-water-is-about-to-break-in-the hall-at-any-moment pregnancy, no.”
    â€œThere goes my baby…”
    Marisol nodded in agreement before giving in to a sudden text addiction that Starr thought a solid pimp-slap to the cheek would solve.
    â€œYou still haven’t talked to Jordan?” Dionne asked, chewing on a mouthful of s’mores.
    â€œFor what? Obviously he is moving in a faster lane than I want to be in. Jordan needs to continue dealing with the Heathers of the world, because this Starr is too far up there for him to reach.”
    â€œAlright now,” Dionne said like she was in church saying amen to the preacher in the pulpit.
    Heather’s fifteen-dollar-an-hour-earning father marrying a famous actress pulling in nearly fifteen million per movie had brought the girl into a whole new world. Unfortunately, she overdid it trying to fit in.
    Style? Too sexy.
    Clothes? Too tight.
    Friends? Too slutty.
    Boys? Too needy.
    Enthusiasm? Too much.
    Legs? Too open.
    Ew!
    Bzzz. Starr picked up her iPhone. She had a Twitter update. She had over five thousand followers—some of themceleb bloggers and entertainment e-zines. Not bad for a freshman in high school without her own claim to fame. At least not yet, she thought.
    Her idol and unknowing mentor, Kimora Lee “Oh So Fabulous” Simmons (or Hounsou?) had sent an